Sing for Me

The Wasted World

The synthetic bot of (Y/n) sits inside a run-down house on sand, confused and alone. The sparks misfire in her brain shooting different emotions and memories. They play like pictures, like a silent movie in flashes. Two different lives collide. After a while, she sits against the wall silently, her server still shorting out, but no idea what to do or how to fix it.

For two days she sat there. Could she die? Maybe. She was begging God to take her from this torture. Alone and confused. No purpose or quality of life. What was the point? Was she being punished?

"Hey." A sharp poke at my stomach woke me up. I stand within seconds looking at the figure. A young boy stands with his knife high. "Are... Are you hurt?" I nod slowly, my head and limbs twitching, small sparks coming from my neck. He holds his hands up showing innocence. "I can help, My older brother used to work on Snyths."

I back away, twisting and twitching. "Synth?" The boy looks at me with sadness in his eyes. "I can help you." I reluctantly take a seat in hopes of the best, but expecting the worst. To my surprise, the young boy was able to fix the problem. "Just a fuse." He mumbles as he reaches in and replaces the damaged fuse. "Your memory storage is full too. We can find someone to help with that."

I look at him as he backs away, "That should help." I look at my limbs, moving to test my mobility. "What's your name, kid?" "Connor."

"Well, Connor, you came into the story at the perfect time. Just as the plot demanded."

~

At that exact moment, where was Cooper Howard? He was being buried by Dom Pedro. Buried alive for the next 30 years tortured by the memory of her. Why had he lived this long? He hoped it was a sign of her existence somewhere. When she breathed, he did as well.

~

Wilzig trembles in the heat. Reaction from his missing foot and the cyanide he just took. "People will come after you. I have a contact, a friend if you will. She will help you. She's good-hearted, and she's strong. Show her my head, and she will help you." Lucy shakes her head in doubt as she watches the doctor's light leave his eyes. She stiffens up, clouding her thoughts as she grabs the saw. "Okie dokie."

~

"Uh, Miss?" I turn around looking at the ghoul in charge of guarding my door, in fact not by the damn door. I cross my arms with furrowed brows, "why the fuck are you not at the front?" His thumbs twiddle. Poor kid, couldn't have been more than 17. "I- I'm sorry I just, there's a girl here, she's asking for you." "And you know I only take visitors AFTER the show is done." He shakes his head, "No, see she's not a fan. She's asking for- "

A polite, gentle voice peeps from behind the teenager. "(y/n) (l/n)." My blood runs cold hearing my name, my real birth name. "I need to speak with you immediately, please." I stare at the girl with wide eyes, full of confusion and shock. A blue suit lined with gold, and big hopeful eyes. A fucking Vault Dweller. "Leave us." I snap and the kid quickly pushes her in and shuts the door. I grab my knife from my table, stalking up to her slowly. I smile as I flip her hair, and trace her cheeks. "Pretty," I mumble as I circle her. She rocks on her feet, fear brewing in her. "Now," I settle myself in front of her face, pushing the knife into the skin of her throat, "how the fuck do you know my name?"

She stuttered at first, raising her hands to show her innocence. "My name is Lucy MacLean. I'm looking for my dad. The Doctor, Wilzig, told me you would help. Please, you're my only hope." I watch her eyes as she speaks, reading her emotions to ring true. MacLean... well I guess there is a god, and he just so happens to be giving me a gift.

I slowly remove the dagger from her smooth, pale, skin. I laugh lightly as I turn to the door, opening it just a crack. I look at Conor who stands outside. "I'm going to be a few. Hold them over for me." He nods without a second glance.