I found the brain goo depository!
You were right about your android coming here for this.
Cyborg juice.
Bio med gel.
Looks like it was spilled recently.
I ain't no brain surgeon, but I know my electronics. Your android was scrounging in these too.
Cyborg repair parts?
Upgrades.
This sort of tinkering around with cybernetics generally doesn't end well.
There's already more than enough cybernetic horrors roaming the wasteland.
You were saying something about a mechanical monstrosity that roamed the land back
during the Enclave times?
Yes. A fellow called Frank Horrigan.
Back then, very few people knew that The Enclave even existed.
They used their vertibirds to fly across the wasteland, and drop their agents off on secret missions,
and Horrigan was the most "inhuman" of their operatives.
The Chosen One was a tribal from the North who knew less about the world than most people.
They didn't know what to make of Horrigan when they saw him and a bunch of Enclave troops
gunning down a helpless family.
Time to die!
They were giants in metal armor. They quite likely hadn’t seen anything like it before...
Unless you count that canyon in Klamath…
Look around, see if you can find any other signs of what the android was up to.
Here, I found these old pre-war police headsets. You should be able to tune into my frequency.
Will we be able to hear your imaginary friend too?
Daisy's real.
*bark bark*
You hear me, Tanner? And how about you dog gun?
My name is Daisy. I like it when people say my name. It makes my ears twitch.
Well how 'bout that. She is real.
Everyone else on this frequency?
*static* Reading you fine. How do I sound?
Coming in a little garbled. I hate to say this, but keep talking while you adjust your frequency
and I'll let you know when you're coming in clear.
I have a crazy idea. How’s about you tell us a story.
I can hear the metal man clearly. Hello, my name is Daisy. What is yours?
Well, howdy there Daisy. People call me the Storyteller, but my real name is- *static*
I like that name. I go by two names as well. You can also call me “Good Dog”.
Good dog.
*jealous beep*
Looks like ol’ ED-NA’s the jealous type.
Daisy, I was just telling my friends here about a fellow named Frank.
You've probably never heard of the Enclave. But everyone in California,
and out on the East coast knows about them. The Enclave were bad people.
I do not like bad people. I bite bad people - with bullets.
These bad people had waited silently out in the ocean, since back when you were a - a regular dog.
I am still a dog. I am a good, good dog.
Part dog part gun. You really are man’s best friend aren’t ya girl?
Well while The Chosen One was wandering around the desert looking for the GECK,
The Enclave had sent in flying machines called Vertibirds to capture The Chosen One's friends
and relatives.
Even though the location of Vault 13 had been lost to everyone in the wasteland,
The Enclave had access to pre-war records, and communication systems,
and they tricked the people who still lived there into opening a big metal door
that had been sealed shut since before The Chosen One was born.
Why did no one bite the bad people?
Uh, well, the Brotherhood of Steel was... evaluating the situation,
and was preparing a strategic, long form plan of action...
You're coming in clear now. Sounds like Brotherhood propaganda,
delivered straight into my dog's floppy metallic ears.
I was telling Daisy about the Enclave.
And how their technology was vastly superior to the Brotherhood's.
I didn't see the NCR doing anything about them until after The Chosen One broke them up for you.
So just how much better was their power armor than yours?
The Enclave's abundant resources and access to pre-war research allowed them to pursue
new engineering techniques that were unavailable to- anyone else in the wasteland.
And they had them flying machines. They could swoop down out of the sky,
round up a bunch of townsfolk and take 'em away. Not a thing a sheriff, or rangers, or a town militia
could do about it. Towns like Redding...
Yup. The Enclave had a plan that involved the Forced Evolutionary virus. The FEV was the same stuff that
created the Super Mutants. And the source of it was the same base in Mariposa that The Master
had used decades before. After The Vault Dweller blew the place up, all of the FEV
was buried under tons of rock, and The Enclave needed slave labor to excavate it.
I grew up in Redding, Little mining town, just south of Modoc, which means it was square in the middle of
nowhere. Back in '42 some fella came to town. Could tell he was a tribal, even though he wore a Vault-tec
jumpsuit. Said he was The Chosen One among his people, and that he sought "The Holy GECK".
He helped out around our town, anytime someone had dirty work and a few caps to spare.
I told him about my problems, hoping the big damned hero would save the day for me like in the
comic books...
My dad's a miner. His name is Melchior just like mine. He went away with some men dressed in metal clothes.
I hope dad comes back soon. I miss his magic tricks.
Damn... Sorry, Junior. I guess even The Chosen One couldn't rescue everyone.
Oh, that Chosen One found my pa, alright. Found him and killed him on the spot, then he came back
to Redding, and didn't have the nerve to look me in the eye and tell me he done it!
Can't be the same Chosen One.
When I grew up, I followed in The Chosen One's steps, learned where The Enclave took my pa and
the other miners, and saw The Chosen One's handiwork for myself. But that’s a story for another day…