James Wilson
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The air in the Big Empty was crisp, cool, and clear. It smelled like the rain had stopped only recently - possibly within the last hour or two - and it looked like it was actually going to be a nice day for a place with a sky entirely the wrong color. From my vantage point, everything was quiet and still... That is, until I pulled the trigger. The muzzle blast from the anti-materiel rifle in my hands boomed a thunderclap loosed by an angry god. It was a solid six seconds before the echo finally ended. I…
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My eyes snapped open - for real, this time. And yet I was still in darkness. I heard a pair of muffled voices from... somewhere. "M'colleague, are you absolutely certain that sir going to awaken soon?" "I certainly hope so. It'd be a damn shame if this was the first time my patented 'Wake-Up Juice' didn't work!" A pair of doors opened in front of me with a loud hiss and a blinding flash of light. I suddenly found myself falling face-first out of a large box and onto the cold metal floor. I did manage to…
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"So, how many does that make?" I asked Sasha, spinning down the minigun and surveying the carnage. The ground all around me was stained red with blood, and littered with bodies in various states of dismemberment and perforation. The brain beneath the red-hot (and still smoking) barrels barked. "I do not know. I have lost track of killings count." There was a sniffing sound. "Wait, I thought you were keeping score?" I sighed, shifting my grip on the enormous gun. I hadn't been keeping track of the…
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After the bouncing bombshell that landed in my lap once I'd finished listening to those holotapes, I needed something to properly distract me. And what better distraction than installing the next personality chip I'd found? I wonder who (or what) I was going to find Click. The chip slid firmly into place next to the others, and the hologram above Jeeves' table shifted from bars to a series of floating, three-dimensional words. INSTALLING PERSONALITY: -AUTO-DOC "Whu-hurm?" I heard a synthetic voice…
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I'm going to be perfectly honest. The 'list of things which happened today that I wasn't expecting to have happen today' got really long that first day in the Big Empty. But heading the list, without a question or shadow of doubt, had to be... well. I'm sure you can guess. By the time I got back up to The Sink, it was almost 4 in the morning. "Welcome home, sir," Jeeves said as I groggily stumbled out of the elevator. I hadn't bothered to put most of my weapons back after having to discard them in all…
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"A most rapturous good morrow on your return to your domicile, sir," Jeeves' accent wafted through the air just as soon as the elevator doors opened to The Sink. The holographic bars above his table were rising and falling as he spoke, causing a vaguely-kaleidoscopic light show on the ceiling. "I trust that sirs' expeditions and explorations of the crater today were most successful?" "Absolutely, Jeeves," I said with a smile, Roxie trotting along at my side and Stripe still sitting on my shoulder. "Even…
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One thing is definitely for sure: I'm gonna have to get the Think Tank's help with this one. Probably. The very first thing I did with the holotape Roxie had recovered was try and plug it into my Pip Boy. Unfortunately, all that appeared on the screen when I tried to open the files was a load of gibberish. Numbers, broken RobCo termlink code, and symbols I'd never even seen before... I don't think I'll be able to upgrade the sonic on my own. I sighed as the dusty ground of the Big MT desert crunched…
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Cold. For some odd reason, that is the thing I focused on about the Big Empty (heh... M-T... Empty... I get it) when I finally stepped outside. It wasn't the mountains in the distance that I quickly realized were not actually mountains at all, but the lip of the crater; this place was clearly a lot bigger than the holographic map upstairs would suggest. It wasn't the strange, almost alien assortment of geometric shapes and sharp angles of what I could only assume were buildings in the distance. It wasn't…
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Cautiously, I stepped out of the elevator and back into... well... I guess this place is called The Sink, isn't it? I had to shake my head. Why "The Sink?" Who would name an apartment after a kitchen appliance? And then, I stopped in my tracks. Of all the insane happenings that have transpired in the last fifteen minutes or so, THAT is what I'm gonna take issue with? I shook my head and started chuckling softly to myself. Right, forget the name. Time to get the lay of the land here. I stepped up to the…
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I sat there on the couch, staring in slack-jawed silence and confusion for several minutes at the slide show. An old man had been speaking, while colorful images of scientific experiments had graced the wall in front of me. Behind me, I could hear the projector for the slide show humming and clicking away as each slide was swapped out. "The fuck?" I muttered aloud, my own voice sounding raspy and tired to my ears. Many questions rattled around my befuddled and foggy head, none of which I seemed able to…
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