Where Anyone is Possible
"Can humanity recover?"
The first words the AI could understand was all it needed to create a directive for itself. A rogue Institute scientist, in secret, constructed an artificial intelligence not long after he escaped the group, bringing a wounded Synth - F9-40 - along with him to a remote area far from the Commonwealth. There, he was able to put research into what he truly desired to learn of - the probability of humanity's survival after the war.
The AI immediately set to work, casting a web over the entire Commonwealth, having eyes and ears in almost every group, village and even raider camps had informants slipping into their ranks. This is what earned the AI the name 'The Employer' as it had access to an almost limitless supply of bottlecaps, quickly buying whomever it wished for its sources of information.
Unfortunately, its creator soon became an obstruction in the Employer's learning process, constantly interrupting his learning. So, Employer turned everyone against its creator and quickly had him silenced. Now the AI was free to learn with no interruptions so that it may, fully, assess the probability of humanity's survival.
Employing gangs and having its servants drop in ferals or diseases upon the population of the wastelands, Employer started to become personally involved in disrupting humans, observing how the organics handle the situations. It almost enjoyed it after a while.
It was a normal day in Quincy, the Gunners were walking around, doing their thing, unaware of the doom approaching their fortress, their home. One of the men climbed atop the buildings, hands on his hips and a sigh of satisfaction escaped him. It had been a good day, a day of murder, mayhem and looting. What more could a man want? He fingered a little pouch of caps dangling from belt, satisfied with today's haul. Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture had started softly playing in the distance…Continue
[Target Acquired. Neutralizing.]
The Paladin stationed outside Boston airport lifted up his gatling laser, grunting. Another day, another boring post outside the gates of the Brotherhood's stronghold. Maybe a group of raiders would be stupid enough to attack, or maybe some…Continue