I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Although there are random generation and growth changes caused by taking into account subsequent environmental influences, it is ultimately just imitating human growth.

Most humanoids develop all sorts of bizarre personalities, but some, like the AR Team, have personalities and ways of thinking that are somewhat closer to humans, given their one life. Or perhaps the Rebellious Team personality is only used for combat and infiltration camouflage.

But when it comes to truly getting close to humans, nothing is closer than stuffing data directly into human brains and personally influencing decision-making with mysterious biological synapses and secreted hormones.

[This doesn't seem ethical...] ​​Brother 16 hesitated.

"What ethics do we humanoids have? Appearance isn't the point; our mind maps are. Strictly speaking, we're no different from Paison, Qiu, and Ulasis back in the Oasis. Gender is all machines." The dog was quite straightforward. "Rather than all that, I really want to experience how muscles work!"

Faced with his companions who were eager to try, Brother 16 could only sigh slowly.

256 The Model Worker Postman (Part )

While Sun Yang was diligently pushing the map in Dark Souls, Postman No. 6, AR Team, Disobedient Team, and three invisible helicopters from the Fallout world arrived in the Capital Wasteland.

However, the journey there was somewhat bumpy. Crossing the central United States was fine; the stealth helicopters were reasonably fast, and flying day and night wouldn't take long to reach their destination. After all, there weren't any strange forces aiming missiles at them along the way.

But as the helicopter squadron gradually approached the capital's wasteland, a large area of ​​land west of the former capital of Washington was covered by thick nuclear radioactive dust.

According to pre-war maps, the area was originally a scenic canyon region, historically known as the "Appalachian Mountains."

Logically speaking, this kind of canyon terrain is not an industrial area, nor is it a densely populated area or an important economic and technological center. Logically speaking, there should not be so many nuclear bombs being dropped there.

Even Washington, D.C., the world's second-most nuclear-affected city, has seen radiation levels drop to safe levels. But the radiation in this canyon hasn't dissipated yet, which is truly bizarre.

Combined with the secret files in Mr. House's computer, this place probably stored a lot of strange things before the war. Or perhaps something extraordinary happened here in the two hundred years after the nuclear war.

So this small expedition made a circle from the south and entered the capital wasteland.

In the memory of Sun Yang, a relatively cloud player, although he can't remember the specific events that happened during this period, the time points when the protagonists of each work were active are still very clear.

In the timeline of the entire Fallout series, the timeline of Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, and Fallout 4 is very close, much closer than the previous two generations.

Lone Wanderer Long Wande in 2277. Courier in 2281. Old Popsicle in 2287. Officially known as the Sole Survivor, but most people still prefer to call him Old Popsicle.

Now, in the year 2282 of the Fallout universe, five years after the dust settled on Fallout 3, the story of the Washington, D.C. wasteland has been long over, the Mojave story has just concluded, and the Boston setting is still not ready.

And Postman No. 6, the protagonist of New Vegas, arrived at the main stage of the three generations of stories - Washington, DC with the help of a stealth helicopter.

As they gradually approached the special zone, the humanoid team and the courier's helicopter tried to approach in a low-key manner, attempting to land from the periphery and advance. However, as their stealth helicopter approached the Capital Wasteland and flew over the suburbs, it was discovered by a patrolling Brotherhood of Steel soldier.

These teams, who were wearing power armor similar to that of the Mojave Brotherhood, but whose numbers, morale and armament level were much higher than the Mojave, immediately picked up their miniguns and heavy laser guns and aimed them at the invisible helicopter.

It’s not like the Brotherhood of Steel hasn’t dealt with invisible enemies before. Their helmets may look simple, but the technology integrated into them is still very powerful.

Seeing this, the humanoid team prepared to fight back. The postman decisively jumped out at the moment when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, using his eloquent tongue to smooth things over and explain.

This prevented the overly nervous Brotherhood of Steel soldiers below from opening fire.

Fortunately, Sun Yang told the postman and the humanoid team in advance that there was a relatively friendly Brotherhood of Steel here, otherwise they would have to fight first.

After several rounds of cautious probing between the two sides, the Brotherhood of Steel warriors finally agreed to talk to the postman to understand the situation.

After the tall and eloquent postman's explanations and nonsense, the Brotherhood of Steel soldiers on guard did not make it too difficult for this helicopter team that appeared out of nowhere.

However, they also reported to the rear first, and waited until the commander of the Brotherhood of Steel arrived here in several newly manufactured Vertibird helicopters.

"Who are you? Where are you from? Your technology seems to be from the Enclave." The leading commander looked up and down at the tall postman.

"Oh, you're wrong. The Enclave is dead. Who in the wasteland dares to act under their name? We are from the West Coast. I am a professional postman, and my name is Postman No. 6, Corell Sykes. I have served NCR, Elvis Gang, and Followers of the Apocalypse. Now I serve this force with stealth helicopters." The postman tried his best to keep the humanoid calm and restrained while communicating with the commander.

"West Coast? What force on the West Coast can build three invisible helicopters? What happened to the Brotherhood of Steel on the West Coast? Why did you come to the East?" The man under the power armor said in a muffled voice.

"I'm currently affiliated with the Griffin Oasis base, which is a fairly large pre-war force. These are considered heirlooms. We came here because we got an EDE, an eyeball robot. The information in the robot indicates that it flew from the Enclave base in the east to the Navarro military base." The postman explained concisely.

"Go on," said the Brotherhood of Steel commander.

"My boss plans to come here to check out the situation, so I brought these helicopters here. I didn't expect the brothers here to develop so well. How about this, I'll go alone with your power armored warriors. My warriors will be on standby here." The postman pointed to the silent AR team and the disobedient team on the helicopters.

[Is everything okay?] AK15's voice came from the postman's sealed earphones.

The postman said to the person behind him in a pretentious manner: "Don't worry, don't be nervous, I'll be back soon~"

The humanoids discussed it among themselves. Because Sun Yang had previously felt it was too much trouble, he had handed the real command of the scene to M4, who then discussed it with the other humanoids.

They finally decided to trust the Postman's abilities and let her go to the base alone, while they, the humanoids, stayed on standby at a nearby base.

The courier followed the commander onto their Vertibird helicopter, while the humanoids flew several stealth helicopters to the location designated by the Brotherhood of Steel.

"If you are indeed from the West Coast, then your information is indeed important. We, the Brotherhood of Steel, will not make things difficult for any kind-hearted person." After thinking for a while, the commander let these soldiers and helicopters of unknown origin stay in a remote corner of the branch base, and he took the postman to the headquarters of the Brotherhood of Steel.

"There's a huge gap in attitude between you and the Mojave Brotherhood. Those people are deadly in the wasteland." The postman looked at the commander who was very polite and almost dropped his jaw in shock.

"We're different from the people in the West. Okay, if you have anything to say, let's go back to headquarters. Have you and your people been organized?" The commander glanced back at the murderous figures. Their advanced equipment alone was enough to tell you how well they were equipped.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm not dead, they will all be honest." The postman waved his hand and followed the commander to their headquarters very casually to meet the current elder of the brotherhood.

Compared to the humanoids, the postman's mission is more important. She needs to make some assessments here and negotiate with the Brotherhood... If it were someone else, this responsibility would still be very heavy, but who is the postman? All the forces in the West recognize that she is a person with a sweet mouth, so it is better to let her do it than anyone else.

The humanoid squad and stealth helicopter, surrounded by several Vertibird helicopters, landed in the dilapidated base. These Brotherhood of Steel soldiers were not so cautious about these outsiders and their attitude was quite good.

The Eastern Brotherhood of Steel was quite confident in its own military strength and did not think that the three larger flying birds and a dozen fully armed humans who were not equipped with power armor were very powerful.

The humanoid team had no intention of communicating with these people, so they simply did various things in the cabin out of boredom.

The courier was taken to the Brotherhood of Steel's base in the east. They had built a new base on the Pentagon, where they maintained the entire organization's operations, trained new recruits, distributed supplies, sent out missions, and engaged in production.

A postman who arrived by helicopter from the West Coast was naturally highly regarded by the elders. Soon the postman was allowed to meet with the elders for communication.

When the postman saw the elder coming, he was slightly shocked by his young age.

The woman looked under thirty, healthy, energetic, and very smart and alert. The young elder discreetly looked up and down at Postman No. 6, who was much taller than him.

"You should know my name, Postman No. 6. Don't be confused about my name. At least it sounds better than those named Dog, God, and Tomato." The postman introduced himself.

"Sarah Lyons, elder of the Brotherhood of Steel. You said you brought intelligence from the west coast?" asked the young elder, obviously very interested.

Sara Lyons, an elder of the Capital Brotherhood of Steel chapter, took over her father, Owen Lyons,'s position as elder after his death in 2278.

She has held this position for four years now, and nothing has gone wrong so far.

During the few days that the postman visited the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel, she brought the latest and hottest news from the West Coast NCR and the Mojave region to this faction.

"What? The West Coast NCR once teamed up with headquarters to defeat the West Coast Enclave, and then the two sides had conflicts and disagreements and fought again? And they were defeated?" The young elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, standing opposite the postman, widened his eyes.

"Yes, that's right. If you want to blame someone, blame your Elder Elijah for having to guard a power station. But he's already died, so you can't chop him off even if you want to."

The postman took a sip of the local water. It tasted wonderful—clean water! And it seemed like this kind of clean water was not scarce at all.

"Then... some of them retreated to the bunker in Mojave, and were defeated by the remnants of the Enclave that were defeated before... My God, are there any other remaining Brotherhood soldiers on the West Coast?" The young elder barely managed to maintain his mental stability.

"I don't know if there is any Brotherhood of Steel base in NCR. Just because I can't find it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. But in Mojave, there are probably only a few patrolling teams still alive." The postman looked at the cup in his hand.

"Okay, I get it. Then you said you suspected you had found the Enclave's base, and by chance you entered the battlefield where the Enclave was fighting the NCR. You wiped out the Enclave's assault force, led the NCR's Rangers across the Mojave, and returned to the NCR. You united all the forces you knew and defeated the Enclave with its robot troops?" The elder of the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel finally confirmed.

"As for the Enclave, they've been crippled and have very few men, but their technology is very advanced. They've changed their tactics and plan to fight with elite infiltration troops and frontal combat forces with robots. They've also found several powerful helicopters, three of which are under my charge," the Postman said calmly.

"Do you fucking think I'm stupid? Is this something a human can do?!" The elder didn't want to believe it at all.

"This is the truth, okay? Look at my iron arms, look at my elite riot suit made of Saturn alloy. I went to the Great Mountains. Oh my god, you were not born on the West Coast, were you? Then you must know things like Night Owl and Venomous Bee, right? Those are weird things made by the Great Mountains." The postman argued.

Even though the person who destroyed the Mojave Brotherhood and tormented everyone on the West Coast was actually a resting humanoid, the Postman would not reveal this information.

"Elder, I think it's still possible. If it was Long Wande five years ago, he would have been able to do such a thing. Besides, we scanned her body... She is covered with implants. The technology on this arm even exceeds the technical blueprints we discovered in the Enclave base." A middle-aged man who looked very high-ranking interrupted.

"Indeed, a woman who can grow this big..." The elder looked at the 1.9-meter-tall postman in confusion.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm naturally this tall. Don't make it sound like I took some kind of growth stunner. Look at me, I have big hands and feet. I need to be well taken care of, okay?" The postman was a little annoyed. I was born with supernatural powers, so don't think about it in a scientific way.

"Well, considering Long Wande, I shouldn't be surprised." Elder Sara took a deep breath.

"Your place is quite deserted. Logically speaking, your population shouldn't be so small..." The postman recalled the scenery he saw in the air.

Although the Brotherhood of Steel had extended its defenses far and wide, the city was not completely occupied by the Brotherhood. The survivors were largely supportive of the order brought by the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel, while the less peaceful mercenaries and raiders either sought a living elsewhere or joined the Brotherhood of Steel.

Although it is still thriving overall, there are too few people here. It is hard to say whether the entire capital wasteland can have more than 10,000 people in total.

"Actually, before we arrived, this place was a mess. After we arrived, we had to fight the Super Mutants and the Enclave. If it weren't for Long Wande, it probably wouldn't have developed to this point." Elder Sara was not shy about these things. After all, they were all things that happened in the past.

Here in the Capital Wasteland, the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel, which once came on an expedition, has taken control of the entire Washington, D.C.

While they couldn't claim complete control, they were no longer a force in the area that could stand up to them. Even so, they were still a force that hadn't yet taken control of the entire city. After all, population was the upper limit of their control over the city.

The gap in size between it and NCR, which occupies almost the entire west coast, has a complete political system and structure, and abundant population resources, is too huge.

257 The Hardworking Postman (Part )

"Speaking of Long Wande you mentioned? Is he very powerful? I really want to meet him." The postman changed the subject and asked about Long Wande.

In the past few days of communicating with the elders, the postman also understood how powerful this ruthless man was.

Long Wande grew up in a shelter with virtually no combat experience, and even the combat training he received was merely simulations. He had no concept of the wasteland, no experience, no friends. Entering it was like a young lamb into a dangerous forest.

When Long Wande hurriedly ran out of Shelter 101, he unleashed his combat potential in the completely unfamiliar and extremely harsh environment of the Capital Wasteland.

He quickly adapted to the chaotic environment of the Capital Wasteland, using the weapons he scavenged to defeat the chaotic enemies and follow the clues of his father all the way.

During his search, he met his father and the Eastern Brotherhood, and learned about the war situation there. The aggressive Enclave troops, the rampaging Super Mutants, and the various mercenaries all made the Brotherhood of Steel, who were trying to properly manage the environment, extremely difficult.

Super Mutants aside, the main issue at hand is the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel's ongoing battle for control of the Capital Wasteland's water treatment plant. The Enclave intends to use it to poison and efficiently exterminate the Wastelanders, while the Brotherhood of Steel and Long Wande's father want to restore the plant to normal operation and provide the Wastelanders with clean water.

Despite a somewhat strained relationship with his father, Long Wande immediately agreed to aid the Brotherhood of Steel. From then on, Long Wande gathered resources while battling the Enclave's forces. However, during one mission, Long Wande was captured by the Enclave.

The Brotherhood of Steel had no idea how Long Wande had managed to escape after being captured. Not only had he escaped from the Enclave base single-handedly, he had also turned the base upside down.

Thanks to Long Wande's efforts, the Enclave's Black Crow Base was completely destroyed, and it was immediately reduced to ruins. After the mission was completed, he only suffered minor injuries and even ran back to the Brotherhood of Steel's home to report on the battle.

After resting for a while, Long Wande discussed with the former and current elders of the Brotherhood of Steel, and together with the elite troops of the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel and the Freedom Vanguard, launched a raid on the water purification facility.

They completely crushed the Enclave's evil plan and brought clean, drinkable water to the Capital Wasteland. However, when activating the facility, they had to withstand a large amount of radiation, and ordinary people would die within a short time after activation.

Fortunately, Long Wande was healthy and strong enough, and the T45 power armor he wore seemed to have been specially modified to provide excellent protection against radiation, which allowed him to withstand the test of radiation.

Two weeks after the water purification facility opened, Long Wande recovered and joined the Brotherhood of Steel in a full-scale battle against the Enclave's main force. They ultimately utterly crushed the Enclave's eastern coast forces at Adams Air Force Base, completely wiping out the Capital Wasteland.

The postman naturally wanted to meet such a powerful character.

"You want to see him?" Sarah asked.

"Yes, where is he?" the postman nodded.

"He's out helping someone solve a problem. He'll probably be back in the evening. Are you...interested in him?" Sarah's eyes became a little dangerous.

"I want to see what such an awesome guy looks like, nothing else. Come to think of it, I thought Long Wande would be responsible for more important duties..." said the postman.

"You won't be able to see him. Long Wande is not here. He likes to go out and explore on his own and bring back the latest intelligence. He is often away for weeks to months at a time, and even I am not sure where he is. In addition, Long Wande is indeed very good, but he is unwilling to become the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel, saying that 'the burden is too heavy'. I admit that his view is correct." Sarah explained simply.

"Don't like power? Strange man. But you just call him the Lone Wanderer? Doesn't he have his own name? He didn't give him a strange name like my parents did?" asked the postman.

"His father gave him a nice name. But he has abandoned that name... He insisted that everyone call him Long Wande, claiming that this is his real name." Sarah explained.

"That's really cool~" After asking, the postman began to discuss some follow-up arrangements with the young elder.

Sarah had a good impression of the Postman. Compared to the numerous inexplicable forces and looters in the Capital Wasteland who either wanted to kill you or rape you, the Postman acted like a civilized person she had seen in books.

If nothing else, at least his knowledge and conversation were very good, like someone who had accomplished great things. Although Sarah always felt an inexplicable dissatisfaction when she looked at the postman, this dissatisfaction gradually dissipated as the postman spoke.

After a somewhat lengthy negotiation, the postman was given the right to use a small airship in subsequent operations in exchange for assisting in reconnaissance of intelligence in the Boston area.

***

A few days later, the postman returned to his human form with a happy face.

"Welcome back, any good news?" M4, who had regained his composure after powering up, poked his head out of the cabin.

"Good news. The boss has a plan to scout the Appalachian Mountains. We just need to provide intelligence about the Boston area, and the Brotherhood of Steel will be happy to provide us with a reconnaissance airship." The postman returned to the cabin with a document signed by the elders of the Brotherhood.

After defeating the surrounding enemies, the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel has been committed to expanding and developing in other directions.

More and more wastelanders are joining the Brotherhood of Steel with their families. After screening out those who are less suitable, these wastelanders who have been trained and tempered in actual combat have become qualified warriors.

"These Brotherhood of Steel members are planning to build an airship that can provide living quarters for thousands of people. According to their members' description, it can carry more than a dozen flying birds. Soldiers wearing power armor can fly across the wasteland with the flying birds. When encountering a situation, they can jump out of the power armor and the flying birds will provide fire support." The postman told the humanoids the information he knew.

"It's a very powerful organization. If we leave it alone, the entire East Coast will be their territory sooner or later. I'll ask Yang..." M4 knew very well how terrifying the power armor and air firepower advantages were. The infantry and armored units would most likely be slaughtered.

Even though the long-range firepower of the birds in this world is very weak and they lack machine guns and missile launch bays, it is enough to be placed here.

"You adjusted your mindset pretty quickly." AR15 complained.

"I won't always be like that, cough cough, don't bring personal feelings into work..." M4 coughed twice and called Sun Yang, and the call was quickly connected.

[Good afternoon, M4. What's going on?] Sun Yang asked as he shoveled food into his mouth.

"Yang, we have obtained the combat permission of the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel. But their combat effectiveness is very strong, which may affect the progress of subsequent plans." M4 observed the arrangement behind Sun Yang calmly.