War, war never changes. Since the dawn of humankind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything from god, to justice, to simple psychotic rage. In the year 2077 after a millennium of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation, but it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply a prolouge to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world, but war, war never changes.
In the early days, thousands were spared from the horrors of the holocaust in enormous underground shelters known as Vaults. But when the emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them, all except those in Vault 101. For on that fateful day when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed and never reopened. It was here you were born, it is here you will die, because in Vault 101 no-one ever enters and no-one ever leaves.
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It's dark, I can't hear anything except some sort of thumping noise. "What is it exactly?" I wondered, I was most definitely moving, but not out of my own will. The next thing I knew, I was blinded by a bright light and some kind of animal was lurking above me, "Is it, a person? wait, two people?"
"It's a boy!" exclaimed the more masculine looking figure, "A boy, we've got a son Catherine! A beautiful, healthy, baby boy!"
"James, we did it. A son, a beautiful son." said a third figure, who I hadn't noticed until now since it was to the side of my vision. The other looked like it was addressing me and said "You've got a bright future ahead of you son, I'm sure of it. Look at you! Look at you. Hi there, I'm your daddy little guy, dad-dy."
"Daddy? what does that mean?" I continued to wonder in thought until he addressed me yet again, "You're going to need a name aren't you? Your mother and I have been talking, what do you think about Atom? That's a good name, don't you think? Fits you perfectly."
"Ja-James... Something's... Something's..."
"Catherine? Catherine! She's in cardiac arrest, start compressions, get the baby out of here, move!" Daddy changed his tone all of the sudden and ordered the second figure that was standing idle for the past couple minutes. It came and pushed me along on a cart thingie, I was so confuzed. "Was something wrong with Mother?"
