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[notjustbecauseihaveto]

[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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[shotinhead]

...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.

[notjustbecauseihaveto]

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.