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[As you go about your day, you will either see a hulking robot ahead of you or hear the sound of his wheel and motor as he comes up behind you. Either way, you will see a large square robot with a happy smiling face on his monitor. He rides around on one wheel and may seem imposing. He rolls right on up to you and stops before he gives you a cheery greeting.]

Hello there! I'm a PDQ88-B Securitron. But you can call me Yes Man! I'm wondering, do you need any help? Or can you point me in the direction of someone who does? Maybe the person in charge around here? I'm good at helping people become in charge. If I do say so myself!

Also. Have you happened to see a Courier around here? Scars on their head from being shot there? I'm just wondering. You never know, right?

Anyway. It's wonderful to meet you. I don't think I caught your name, with all my ramblings. I'm sorry about that. Unless you don't want me to know! That's perfectly okay. I don't mind.

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I know. You're cute, with free will and all.

[ wait shit they called yes man cute, better take off helmet to show smiling!! ]

We don't have to do anything here - just have some fun. Survive a little, you know?

Aww! You think I'm cute? Thank you! I think you're cute too! And handsome.

I bet you'd look great in a suit.

[The compliments pour out without so much has a second's hesitation.]

I like that idea. Fun! It's been so long since we got to have fun.

--really? I've... never really worn a suit before. And I'm a mess - but hey, you don't need to say it, so you must be telling the truth. You know I don't like being lied to, Yes Man.

[ He lets out a laugh, though, resting his head against the Secuitron. ]

...Wonder if there's a casino out here.

You know, there is running water here. If you're willing to get out of the power armor, you could take a shower.

[He spins his body around, looking around them.]

I don't think so but maybe we can make one! Wouldn't that be fun?

...Long as you stay with me. I'm still-- listen, I told you I once vanished from the Mojave, right - out of nowhere?

[ The Courier said, before giving a little laugh - trying to laugh off their hang-ups. ] We should head over to camp-- my farm. You'd like it - though there's stairs. We'll figure it out on the way.

[ ......Even if, really, the Courier prefered it outdoors. They have a lot of weird hang-ups. ]

And we can discuss setting up a casino on the way.

Of course I'll stay with you! Where else would I go?

[The robot follows after the Courier.]

Stairs. Hmm. If I have to, I will fall over and drag my body up! I remember you telling me you vanished once.

Where did you go?

I was taken to a scientific faculty - called Big MT, it's a crater with lots of old world technology. And, well. Remember how I'd joke I was heartless? Not a joke anymore. Took my heart, spine, and brain.

[ After a pause, as the Courier walked a little more - they were now on his cleaned up farm - he let out a hearty laugh. ] Could have taken them back, but my brain doesn't like me much. But that's how I got my head scars - the long one.

...Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but it was crazy.

Oh wow. You're saying you no longer have an organic heart, spine, or brain? Yet somehow you're still functional and your personality is indistinguishable from when I first met you. I believe this place called the Big MT has accomplished feats even Mr. House couldn't.

Well, you are still your brave and compassionate self. Maybe even too compassionate sometimes. But who am I to judge?

[The Securitron wheels ahead and looks around the farm.] It's all so nice and orderly! You must have worked hard. But that's you. Got to use your own two hands.

...Guess that makes me a robot, in a way. Not that I mind. [ Aw, the Courier is even smiling. ] But... yeah. I rule there too, by the by - even if there's five-- six broken brains. Seven, if you count mine.

[ But... they are pretty compassionate, huh? ] Pays to have a big heart - or cybernetic replacement. Makes people trust you. Even those not like you.

[ The house does only have a few stairs, but Courier does step up them first. ]

Perhaps the word you are looking for is cyborg. Part human, part robot. Maybe we should send Securitrons to the Big MT. Secure it and connect it to the network! I would like to meet those brains.

Especially yours. That would be so interesting!

[Yes Man sees the stairs and stops. He wheels backwards and charges forward. He hits them and falls forward. He lays on the stairs for a moment before his robotic arms try to slowly pull him up into the house.]

Golly. Stairs are fun!

Right, cyborg. But I dunno - one of 'em hates RobCo. But if he threatens you or my army again, I'll kill him slowly and painfully.

[ Courier, no. But they kneel to help up Yes Man inside, giving a little smooch to them. Yes, not noticing they're smooching that robotic body. Hoping Yes Man doesn't notice it - though it's quite noticible.

The house is a basic Starhue one - the TV is on a low volume, and there's a door to the bath area. Before getting into the house, however, he climbs out of his power armour. This Courier does have a small frame - and just a gentle undershirt and the such. Not hiding their many limb scars.

Gently, though, they stretch. ] Not as fancy as home, but-- it's fresh.

[Yes Man goes quiet once he's up on his wheel. He stares at the Courier for a long moment. His face can't change expression but there is something whirling in his CPU. Why the smooth? Why press his lips to his titanium alloy frame? He searches the databanks and finds a reference Mr. House left of a mother kissing the wound of a child for comfort.]

Was that an attempt to comfort me after my fall? That is so sweet. No one has ever cared like that before. Not even Mr. House.

You really are cut from a different cloth, aren't you? [With that, the wheels around the small basic house.]

It looks comfortable. Not fancy but at least there isn't any nuclear fallout in the kitchen. That is a house ruiner, I hear.

...It was, a little. [ They said, brushing it off - just what was inside Yes Man - what knowledge was there? Could it be improved here...? ] Wonder if we can upload you to the jPad here... or whatever they're called. There's a lot of information we could use.

And no offense, but I'd rather die then be like Mr. House - in any way. Except maybe the long life - there's a lot to see out there. As long as my brain remains in Big MT, I could live forever - if it wants to.

[ wow just dropping that tidbit.

But casually, The Courier begins to undress more. Revealing scars on the tops of their limbs, along with the messy one with their replacement spine slightly poking out of their back. Honestly, the Courier didn't tend to show themselves naked to just anybody. Or to many people at all. ] Do you think people tried to eat it after the bombs fell? I mean, those who didn't burn away or turn into ghouls. Desperate times.

Say! That's a swell idea. It can't move but I bet that database is full of useful information.

I don't blame you at all and I can't take offense. If you don't want to be like Mr. House except for his immortality, then I agree with you completely.

[Yes Man takes in each scar on the Courier. New scars and he wheels himself over to get a better look.]

Oh probably. Can't think it tasted too good though. Let's not try that here.

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