(Flash back to around the year 2077)
War. War never changes.
In the year 1945, my great-great grandfather, serving in the army, wondered when he'd get to go home to his wife and the son he'd never seen. He got his wish when the US ended World War II by dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The World awaited Armageddon; instead, something miraculous happened. We began to use atomic energy not as a weapon, but as a nearly limitless source of power.
People enjoyed luxuries once thought the realm of science fiction. Domestic robots, fusion-powered cars, portable computers. But then, in the 21st century, people awoke from the American dream.
Years of consumption lead to shortages of every major resource. The entire world unraveled. Peace became a distant memory. It is now the year 2077. We stand on the brink of total war, and I am afraid. For myself, for my wife, for my infant son - because if my time in the army taught me one thing...
(Nathan combs his hair in the mirror)
Nathan: War never changes
Nora: You're gonna knock em dead at the veteran's hall tonight, hon
Nathan: You really think so?
Nora: I know so. Now get ready and stop hogging the mirror
(Nathan chuckles)
Nathan: Right
(Nathan trims his beard before he heads out of the bathroom and lets Nora get ready)
(He heads out into the living room and he sees a Mr. Handy robot waiting for him with a mug)
Codsworth: Ah, good morning sir! Your coffee. 173.5 degrees fahrenheit. Brewed to perfection!
Nathan: Thank you, Codsworth
Codsworth: Of course sir!
(Nathan sips his coffee as he reads the news report)
Nathan: Eh. Looks like more of the same
(From the other room, Shaun cries)
Codsworth: Ah, sounds like someone made a stinky. I shall attend to young Shaun
(Codsworth leaves the room as Nora walks in)
Nora: You know, I was nervous at first, but Codsworth's really good with Shaun
Nathan: Is it the buzzsaw?
Nora: Yeah. Who needs that around a baby?
Nathan: The parts are interchangeable. If it bothers you that much, I can swap it out
Nora: Good
(The doorbell rings)
Nathan: Expecting company?
Nora: Nope. It's probably that salesman. He comes for you every day
(Nathan sighs before he answers the door)
Nathan: Can I help you?
Salesman: Good morning! Vault tec calling!
Nathan: Vault tec? Um... Remind me again?
Salesman: Why, we're about you, sir! And helping secure your future! You see, vault tec is the foremost builder of state-of-the-art underground fallout shelters. Vaults, if you will. Luxury accommodations, where you can wait out the horrors of nuclear devastation! You can't begin to know how happy I am to finally speak with you. I've been trying for days. It's a matter of utmost urgency, I assure you
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Just a Fallout 4 fanfic
FanfictionWar. War never changes. In the year 1945, my great-great grandfather, serving in the army, wondered when he'd get to go home to his wife and the son he'd never seen. He got his wish when the US ended World War II by dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshim...
