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My plan would take immense effort and dedication along with a lot of time. My plans would also be threatened by the many extreme dangers of this world. The human and mutants against me, the hostile environments of this post-apocalypse, the many different factions, and to top it all of the seemingly eldritch horrors and the aliens.
I am weak right now but, I'm smart and I have information of this world no one else does. My first plan was to become powerful. Personal power would be hard to get without money, connections, or talent but with time I could get enough to survive.
Besides personal power I needed someone or something to help me. That something would be an army of robots. The only robot I have is the scrap bot I built. It looked like a janky Mr.Handy on some creepy spider legs. It didn't have any shell or armor to speak of so it looked like a ball of wires and junk on legs. It only had one optic and acted weird as I wasn't very good at coding yet. I had only found one coding book and some other bit about in other books.
Coding in this world was just as strange as all the other science. It was extremely simple in some cases but infinitely complex in others. Even after going through all of found multiple times I had only been able to make my bot a bit smarter than a dog. The only reason I considered it a success was because of the scrapping ability coding and the multitude of sensor modules I had stuffed in.
After some testing of the bot I immediately went to the Prospector Saloon and began disassembling the old motorcycles outside it. Easy Pete sat watching as I, with the help of my bot easily scrapped the first bike. The only part of the bike that was complicated was the fusion power engine. Its safety mechanism had activated just like most vehicles in the wastes. Without proper tools I couldn't open it, however I had a veritable Omni can opener.
My bot had three tool to work with, a claw that could bend steel, a buzzsaw that cut through flesh and metal the same, and a plasma cutter/laser gun. The next 5 exhausting hours were spent disassembling the other bikes while waiting for my bot to cut open the first engine. With the plasma cutter and its main sensors it had to cut open the engine while monitoring the internals with its other sensors.
It was a delicate and complex process that held the danger of setting off a small nuclear explosion. Eventually the bot got into the internal parts and carefully stripped away most of the engine. Most parts of the bikes were rendered useless by time but these vehicles had been built to survive. The thing I wanted most from these bikes were their likely still functional micro-fusion reactors.
My scrap bot was powered by three fission batteries but a bigger bot would need real power. A full mini reactor would provide the power output needed for whatever a larger bot could do. I also needed them for starting my plans for this place. I wanted to start a factory in the old school building and I'd need lots of electricity for that. I also had to expect the courier to pass through and I wanted some turrets up to handle the powder gangers that would eventually come. It couldn't be long before they killed their wardens and started raiding caravans.
After my long day I hauled the useful scrap to my little storage home to clean or repair before making use of it. After getting back I settled into an uneasy sleep as my bot was still breaking open the remaining engines.
7 days later
Building my next bot had just started but I was struggling. It would be a large sentrybot with two large claw hands, a crane with a counter weight system, and multiple Mr. Handy arms. I had found the sentry bot itself near Victors shack half buried in the ground. I had dug it up and with Victors help had dragged it to my house, cleaned and taken it apart. I reassembled most of it inside and used the bike part to reinforce the body and other mechanisms.
What I was struggling with was the crane and AI core. The crane was the basic problem of me being small and the crane and its counterweight being heavy. The AI core was troublesome because as soon as I hooked it up to my terminal it started some kind of counter attack and nearly fried the internals. I had to take my scrap bot and a baseball bat into the school and wipe out the mantises to get a new terminal and some scrap ones to make a second.
A few hours into tearing apart the AI attack my now smarter scrap bot arrived with video footage of who I recognized as Ringo. This told me that the Powder Gangers would be here soon along with the courier being shot.
That was terrifying, I didn't know the courier and I really hoped he or she wasn't evil.
I needed to quickly prepare myself and maybe the town. I got up and rushed to Chet and brought as much 9mm ammunition as I could. I now had no caps from selling some junk to him so I needed to get a gun from elsewhere. I thought for a few minutes and remembered the broken 9mm smg at doc Mitchell's house. I ran there and nearly crashed through the door then rushed to the surgery room of his house and grabbed the gun from atop a box. Doc had followed me and spotted the gun I grabbed but with a shrug he watched as I hightailed it back to my place. He knew I knew how to shoot a gun and knew I could probably fix it as well.
I quickly repaired the smg and prepared my ammunition then got back to work on my new bot.
13 days later
It was nearly two weeks later that I found out the courier had arrived and was with the doc. My new bot was nearly finished as all I had to do was reinstall the Gatling laser arm as it had taken a massive amount of time and work to fix. I was in the middle of lifting it with the crane arm to install it when my scrap bot returned with footage of a frankly massive red headed woman in a vault suit squinting her her eyes at the sun as she stood on doc Mitchell's porch. I was small but, I was also young so it was normal for me to be small. The courier looked like she was Ulysses bigger cousin and could probably throw me across the Mojave. Her hair was a dark red that contrasted with the vault suit.
She was definitely a massive muscle mommy, to bad I was a brown haired stick and not my old self or I'd probably try my luck. With her here things were about to kick off and I wanted to keep up. My first order of business get this arm on my bot. This not would scrap anything in the wastes, be it a vehicle, another bot or something like a deathclaw.
At least theoretically it could. The craws are massive toothed steel clamps powered by prewar hydraulics. The legs could kick a car through a building, and the crane could swing a 360 with its counterweight. Along with the heavy armor and the Gatling laser it would be a monster in combat. I had reprogrammed it to do everything I wanted so I could get plenty more scrap from around here.
It was three hours later that I started the bots testing and accidentally mad a large hole in the wall. The counterweight had clipped the wall, but the building was old so it simply collapsed into a large hole. I ordered the bot out through the hole, activated my makeshift turrets and grabbed my gun and my tech/tool bag just in case then followed my bot out.
There were multiple cars in town but I had stripped most for parts. But I had left the best for last. It was a truck outside the saloon. According to easy Pete it had at one point be able to run but had broken down and stopped working after its owner here in town died. Its owner had been the one who made my little house into a storage for himself and the town.
With my two boys following me and many townsfolk watching I went to the truck and said to the bot "Strip it for useful parts then remake the leftovers into an unpowered vehicle." The bot got to work and gutted the interior for some parts, the seats, electrical scrap, and the engine. It didn't even break the trucks glass. It tore down most of the cab then rebuilt it in a square shape with windows and the seats and steering along with internal storage. It replaced the wheels by stuffing torn tires into ones that fit the truck then putting them on it, all while holding its side up with its crane.
Its programming shown through as it was significantly smarter than my small scrap bot. I then put the scrap into the back of my truck and ordered "Push the truck to the house." While I climbed in to steer. It's intelligence showed again as it had left behind the steering assist and brakes.
With my newest bot made I began my next plans. I took my bots to the old school with everything I had in the back of the truck. I had scrapped most vehicles in town and had prepared for this for some time. First I had my small scrap bot start throwing out anything that wouldn't be useful for me while I oversaw my big bot tearing down a wall of the building. It had no supports in the way so would be perfect for putting in a makeshift garage door.
The garage door was extremely simple as it was like a large dull guillotine made from welded scrap and a cable with a small electric motor to power it. By the time the door was finished my small bot was done with basic cleaning and we began putting stuff in the building.
Finally after unloading and sorting I began the next stage of my plan. I wanted a robot army but, for that I needed to start somewhere. The scrapped vehicles would become the base for my first assembly line to produce combat eyebots.
The frame for the production line was easy with my two bots making it mostly by themselves.
My job was harder, to hook up the AI I had made for the Mr.Handy arms that would do all the work. By the time I had the AI and its terminal connected to the line it was well passed finished and the bots were idling. Eyebots were pretty cheap for how good they could be so I had enough for the machine to produce a full twenty bots.
They would have better armor than standard so they could survive longer, and an additional fission battery for more damage potential. I still had some problems however. I would have to leave my small bit to look after the line as it would need to have scrap and tech loaded onto it to actually do anything.
My turrets numbers had gotten to 5 I left three at my new place and had left the other two on the small porch of the storage building I had been living in. I would have to make more as this town was my starting point and I wanted to protect it.
My two turrets faced the road as to watch for trouble like the powder gangers. I had fixed a lot of broken tech for Chet and other townsfolk and had promised Chet two turrets if he got me broken automatic rifles and the ammo corresponding to them.
I had registered everyone in town to them so they would shoot anyone or anything showing hostilities towards one of us. They fired 5mm from repaired rifles from large ammo boxes. If anything threatened me or anyone in town they'd be shredded by 5mm.
With things set up I began walking to the saloon to inform Trudy that I was pretty much moved out of the storage building and had properly moved into the old school building. As I got to the porch a man startled easy Pete and I by slamming the door open and storming out.
I recognized him immediately. He was the leader of the powder gangers group in town and the one who you had to go to for starting the evil side of one of the first quests.
I had never done the evil side of the quest so I didn't even know his name, but with him here it told me that the courier would be causing trouble and doing things in town. While going inside I went over who the courier could talk to in-game to help with the quest. A few people in town would fight, easy Pete could be convinced to give you dynamite, Chet for armor and ammo, and doc Mitchell for medical items.
With me in town and this being real life I would probably be another person to talk to as Trudy knew I had a bit with combat capabilities. As I walked in I could hear some talking but the radio that was almost always on wasn't.
I had made quite a bit of caps fixing tech in town so it was strange that her radio wasn't on as I had done repairs to it and connected it to some old speakers. Coming around the wall I saw Trudy behind the counter talking with someone sitting. I froze in place as I saw her. She looked like a giant, red haired, Amazonian goddess. She had a heavily armored vault suit on and a large modern looking bolt-action rifle.
Trudy looked over after noticing my appearance and the courier followed. My heart stopped as her amber, nearly solid gold eye scanned me. I felt like a mortal being judged by a god. After a few seconds those terrifying eyes looked back to their drink. My body felt scoured and sagged with relief. I slunk behind and over to the counter opening.
After telling her of my moving out I quickly fixed the radio and practically ran as I slipped out the back door and sprinted with all my strength to my mostly safe abode. I made sure my turrets were active then slipped into bed while lamenting that my SPECIAL charisma was probably at 2 for old hermit.
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