Overseer Rubin's Office
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aaaaaaaagh_skyEllen was shaking with exhaustion as she made her way past the ancient, rusted tripwires and rigged-up shotguns. Downstairs she'd wandered through the wrong door by mistake and nearly been torn apart by Mirelurks. She'd made it up again, she'd pasted herself back together with stimpaks and that alien goop, and she'd managed to get at least a little bit of Mr. Grimm's food down her throat. How much more of this Death vault could there be?
Dogmeat nudged at her leg again; she looked down. "I know, pup, I know," she murmured as he whined. "We have to get out of here. Soon."
She turned to scan the area ahead of them with her flashlight and nearly cried at the sight of a sign that said OVERSEER'S OFFICE. Thank you, God, she thought, and staggered over to force the door open. What lay beyond looked powerfully like Overseer Almodovar's office, save for the fact that it hadn't been used in longer than anyone could possibly remember. There was even a computer terminal in the same place. A little bit of rummaging through the closets turned up a miniature uninterruptible power supply, complete with fission battery, and not long after, she coaxed the terminal into life. This time, she planned to record everything she found.
Overseer Rubin Personal Entry 00897332
As per instructions, the broadcast equipment for the White Noise has been rerouted from the sound booths and tied directly into the entire Vault's loudspeaker system. I'll now be able to execute Vault-Tec Confidential Plan WNMSCE (White Noise Mind Suggestion Combat Experimentation)...
What.
WHAT.
... I have three of Professor Malleus's team doing what I need to get done and hope to show some concrete results soon. I had the engineers make it so the WN can be either triggered from the control center or at the local security consoles. The password to these consoles...
Vault-Tec Confidential Plan? They were- the people- the people who BUILT the Vaults, who saved humanity's remnants from the War- they had anything to do with this atrocity? No, they couldn't- he had to be lying...
Overseer Rubin Personal Entry 00897357
The results of WNMSCE are even better than I could ever have imagined. The sheer strength and tenacity of combat suggestion implanted test subjects is incredible! Imagine an entire army of people who would never disobey a direct order from high command and can fight until it takes over 20 bullets to stop them.
Lord knew Rubin seemed like the kind of man who could cheerfully lie his head off if it got him what he wanted.
Overseer Rubin Personal Entry 00897377
Malleus says WNMSCE is a failure. So, there's been a few deaths. One step back, two steps forward. It's easy to suppress what everyone in the Vault are calling "crazies". I've added a command word in their suggestion implants. Simply say the phrase "Sanity is not statistical" and they will stop dead in their tracks. I've informed the guards of this, but I've told them only to use it when out of earshot of anyone else.
So... he created a safety mechanism... and he kept most of his people from ever finding out about it? She was about to ask herself 'why?' when a thought arose, cool and calm and dispassionate as anything: Because they were all part of the experiment. Because the experiment was more important than lives. Because the Overseer didn't care as long as he got his answers.
She did not want that voice to be right, but she moved on to the next entry anyway.
Overseer Rubin Personal Entry 00897398
The command phrase is no longer working against the crazies. I don't know what the hell happened, but I'm losing control of the situation. If we don't get things under control soon, we're going to have a huge revolt on our hands. Malleus is inciting the rest of the Vault into action. I'm afraid by the power invested in me by the Vault-Tec Corporation, I have no choice but to have him killed. What a waste.
Oh, God. She'd been right....
To: Richard Rubin, Overseer Vault 92
From: Professor John Malleus
Section 4 is under heavy guard now. I can't even get in without a personal escort. It's my estimate that over thirty percent of the Vault's entire population is now clinically insane and poses a real danger to the rest of us. We have to consider the possibility we may need to abandon the Vault completely. Better to take a chance outside than in here. You still won't speak to me, and any attempt I've made to see you have ended in scuffles with your guards. It's obvious something's going on and I'm going to find out what.
Suddenly Ellen was sure she would rather face the mirelurks again than more of this. She ordered the last few files from the machine copied without looking at them and turned to leave.
Dogmeat nudged at her leg again; she looked down. "I know, pup, I know," she murmured as he whined. "We have to get out of here. Soon."
She turned to scan the area ahead of them with her flashlight and nearly cried at the sight of a sign that said OVERSEER'S OFFICE. Thank you, God, she thought, and staggered over to force the door open. What lay beyond looked powerfully like Overseer Almodovar's office, save for the fact that it hadn't been used in longer than anyone could possibly remember. There was even a computer terminal in the same place. A little bit of rummaging through the closets turned up a miniature uninterruptible power supply, complete with fission battery, and not long after, she coaxed the terminal into life. This time, she planned to record everything she found.
Overseer Rubin Personal Entry 00897332
As per instructions, the broadcast equipment for the White Noise has been rerouted from the sound booths and tied directly into the entire Vault's loudspeaker system. I'll now be able to execute Vault-Tec Confidential Plan WNMSCE (White Noise Mind Suggestion Combat Experimentation)...
What.
WHAT.
... I have three of Professor Malleus's team doing what I need to get done and hope to show some concrete results soon. I had the engineers make it so the WN can be either triggered from the control center or at the local security consoles. The password to these consoles...
Vault-Tec Confidential Plan? They were- the people- the people who BUILT the Vaults, who saved humanity's remnants from the War- they had anything to do with this atrocity? No, they couldn't- he had to be lying...
Overseer Rubin Personal Entry 00897357
The results of WNMSCE are even better than I could ever have imagined. The sheer strength and tenacity of combat suggestion implanted test subjects is incredible! Imagine an entire army of people who would never disobey a direct order from high command and can fight until it takes over 20 bullets to stop them.
Lord knew Rubin seemed like the kind of man who could cheerfully lie his head off if it got him what he wanted.
Overseer Rubin Personal Entry 00897377
Malleus says WNMSCE is a failure. So, there's been a few deaths. One step back, two steps forward. It's easy to suppress what everyone in the Vault are calling "crazies". I've added a command word in their suggestion implants. Simply say the phrase "Sanity is not statistical" and they will stop dead in their tracks. I've informed the guards of this, but I've told them only to use it when out of earshot of anyone else.
So... he created a safety mechanism... and he kept most of his people from ever finding out about it? She was about to ask herself 'why?' when a thought arose, cool and calm and dispassionate as anything: Because they were all part of the experiment. Because the experiment was more important than lives. Because the Overseer didn't care as long as he got his answers.
She did not want that voice to be right, but she moved on to the next entry anyway.
Overseer Rubin Personal Entry 00897398
The command phrase is no longer working against the crazies. I don't know what the hell happened, but I'm losing control of the situation. If we don't get things under control soon, we're going to have a huge revolt on our hands. Malleus is inciting the rest of the Vault into action. I'm afraid by the power invested in me by the Vault-Tec Corporation, I have no choice but to have him killed. What a waste.
Oh, God. She'd been right....
To: Richard Rubin, Overseer Vault 92
From: Professor John Malleus
Section 4 is under heavy guard now. I can't even get in without a personal escort. It's my estimate that over thirty percent of the Vault's entire population is now clinically insane and poses a real danger to the rest of us. We have to consider the possibility we may need to abandon the Vault completely. Better to take a chance outside than in here. You still won't speak to me, and any attempt I've made to see you have ended in scuffles with your guards. It's obvious something's going on and I'm going to find out what.
Suddenly Ellen was sure she would rather face the mirelurks again than more of this. She ordered the last few files from the machine copied without looking at them and turned to leave.