I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Even so, Oasis was already struggling just to organize the technology it had recovered from these minds. Humanoids, after all, weren't very good at drawing inferences or experiencing sudden inspiration. Only a few specially designed humanoids, who had undergone long hours of work, study, and training, could lead scientific research.

This is also the reason why the development progress of Oasis is not fast, and it is also the reason why many humanoids are very interested in synth technology.

Because according to the humanoids active on the East Coast, the third-generation synths are basically the same as humans, except for the signal receivers, storage parts, and other miscellaneous things on the back of their heads.

They have very chaotic thoughts, often have double standards, often agree to something and then regret it, and most of the time it is difficult for them to concentrate.

This characteristic, which is quite common in humans, is quite unusual in humanoids, as most humanoids can hardly perform the same tedious and elaborate feats as humans.

Aside from teams like the AR team, which are specifically brain-scanned, most humanoids wouldn't just decide to work hard today and then spend money on drinks right out of the gate. Their flexibility, softness, and randomness are far inferior to humans.

"Anyway, the general meaning is... everything is fine?" Sun Yang asked after following Sur around for a long time.

"Everything is fine. It's just that there is absolutely no one here, so it's a bit boring. After all, I can only chat with people on the Internet. Professor, you probably haven't paid attention to other things, right?" Suer said as he and Sun Yang were walking in the mountains.

"There's no way. Human attention is limited. And I don't plan to ascend mechanically. Moreover, I'm not in human form, so it's very slow for me to process things. I hope you can explain it to me." Sun Yang shrugged. At present, the undead's body is still in good condition, and the potential for growth is huge. If he trains for another year, he might be able to withstand anti-material weapons.

"Well... it's the situation in the Advanced Warfare world. That Ains has finally taken over the entire United States recently. But things seem to be wrong. When I was playing games with netizens from that world, I heard their comments about Ains... basically they are not very good. Because the war lasted for too long." Sur said.

"To be honest, I really didn't think too much at the time... I just acted on my passion. Now that I think about it, I gave orders and dealt with many people, but I didn't solve the problem... I just dealt with the people who caused the problem. To be honest, I don't have the ability to solve such a macro and great problem. I went to assist Ains only because I wishful thinking that he was someone who could do a good job." Sun Yang explained his thoughts to Sur.

"Actually, everyone was a little afraid of the professor at that time. But Pascal and the agent managed to calm everyone down. I was also a little scared, but later I figured it out. Professor, do you care about that world?" Sur asked back.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Sun Yang turned his head to look at Su Er's white neck. The sunlight from the mountains shone through the clouds, making the biological skin on Su Er's neck shine slightly.

"Of course. I know that professors sometimes hide things, but I believe there are reasons for that." Su'er nodded.

"In the past, I might have cared more. But now... I might not care as much as I thought. I did those things because, on the one hand, I wanted Ains's assistance and subsequent technical and material replenishment; on the other hand, I just couldn't stand the faces of many people, and after I gained powerful strength, I couldn't help but want to use force to correct them." Sun Yang said slowly.

"However, if there is no legitimate reason, it is difficult for me to bite the bullet and ask the humanoids to take action. Everyone will be confused and distressed. Some humanoids do it because I provide good accommodation conditions, and some humanoids think that I have some noble goals. As for me... I just want to find a reason to beat these arrogant strong men into pieces, beat them until they kneel down and beg for mercy, and at the same time try to provide you with a more comfortable environment. This is my wish." Sun Yang took out a bottle of drink from thin air and took a sip.

"Ugh! Ah! Shit! Why is it still cactus juice!" Sun Yang fell to his knees. "Oh! It's so hard to drink! My body is already very strong, but this taste..."

"I think that's the last bottle, Professor. Since no one comes into your office, this bottle has never been touched." After listening to Sun Yang's inner analysis and kneeling on the ground again, Su Er couldn't help laughing.

"Well, I've finished what I wanted to say, Sul, are you disillusioned?" Sun Yang poured the cactus juice into the flat pile of soil next to him. Some weeds could be seen growing in the soil.

"Not really. After all, Professor, you don't promote things like "for the future" all the time. Everyone is used to your style of fighting against injustice when you see it. If I have to say what I'm most disillusioned with... I'm more disillusioned with the fact that the professor maintains close relationships with several humanoids, right? Doesn't the professor rarely communicate in depth with them?" Sur also started gossiping.

"I'm not one to talk too much. Besides, humanoids and humans have different thinking circuits. No matter how much I say, it's not as good as staying with them..." Sun Yang fell silent. "Well, after this is over, I need to rest for a while."

"I understand. By the way, Professor, what should we do with those synths? The East Coast team is still ignoring them, and if anyone tries to stop them, they will be killed without mercy." Sur asked.

"That's the federal people's own problem. I'm not responsible for the aftermath. If you're stopped on the road, just kill them directly." Sun Yang said firmly.

Synths are not allies, nor will they be in the future. Humanoids will at most use the bodies of third-generation synths. As for the others... they are not recognized by the humanoids. The resources and space of Oasis and Griffin are limited, and there is not much room for strangers.

After Sun Yang inspected the situation and had a general idea of ​​what was happening here, he took out the transmitter from the radiation world and teleported towards the east coast bit by bit.

292 East Coast Overview

After a month of silence, the various factions in the Boston area of ​​the East Coast finally couldn't contain their urge to stir up trouble. It had been a month without any activity, and the brothers had been starving for a month. If they didn't go out and have a bite to eat, they would be eaten by their own people.

After completing their mission to crush the Gunmen and conducting as much reconnaissance as possible, the Griffin T-dolls went into hiding. Even after they received the second batch of T-dolls and supplies, they remained inactive.

The second group of T-dolls, under M4's command, were dispersed throughout Boston's key research facilities. This group was larger in number and provided the vanguard with brand-new individual equipment.

Thanks to the fact that the major organizations had been lying dormant during this period, the humanoids' activities were quite smooth. Even those who dared to sneak into these buildings would be shot out by the humanoids' automatic cannons. The lucky ones could escape alive, but those who tried to force their way in would be beaten to death by the humanoids guarding the buildings.

Generally speaking, to fight a humanoid, you need a well-trained and well-equipped combat team of at least a dozen people, or a few tin cans wearing power armor and carrying heavy firepower. The problem is that if ordinary scavengers and adventurers can gather these things, they won't risk going out to find them.

After all, this world isn't a game of health bars, even though the locals seem to have a strange resistance to bullets. It's quite strange that some people can take two bullets without hitting a vital part, and then, after a week of rest, they're full of energy without any injections or medication.

But what is even more puzzling is that after two hundred years, all kinds of valuable garbage have not been picked up by people... The humanoids can only infer that this place has either had more people in recent decades, or the remaining resources are ridiculously abundant, enough for people coming and going to use them for hundreds of years and still dig out good things.

Considering this place is a major scientific research site, it's likely to be hit by a lot of nuclear bombs. It's probably not even accessible for the first few decades after the war.

But the humanoids hadn't spent a month here in vain; they had already established a fairly reliable intelligence network. Through those humanoids with good communication skills, the humanoids on the east coast were able to compile some valuable intelligence.

For example, near Diamond City there's a town called Good Neighbor, where a group of criminals gather. As a town, it's even larger than Diamond City itself. After all, Diamond City was built around a stadium, while Good Neighbor was built on a relatively sturdy block.

In the town of Good Neighbor, there lived a group of people who disliked being restrained and had a strong tendency towards violence. To put it bluntly, it was the gathering place of local evil forces. Most of those involved in illegal and gray trades would stop here to bargain. And a ghoul named Hancock ruled this place.

After all, this place is where criminals and zombies driven out of Diamond City gather.

The people here are more disciplined and rule-bound than mere looters. After all, without rules, there's no way to form gangs. But these people are gangsters after all, so they've barely carved out their own territory and are living their own lives.

In short, it's a place similar to a pirate port. Here, the dolls accidentally discovered a shop called "Memory Vault". This shop has a magical machine that allows humans to access their most beautiful past memories.

The experienced and articulate 16th sister keenly sensed that these machines must be using quite advanced technology. She also concluded that the researcher living here, Dr. Amari, was likely connected to the railway.

Did Sun Yang mean not to let the railway go and to try to recover their technology? Sister 16 was very calm and wouldn't even frown if they really had to kill them all.

Although she would think and question why her commander did something, if there was a conflict, the commander's orders would take precedence no matter what.

In short, during this period of time, Brother Li 16 settled down in Fanglin Town.

The other T-dolls also made some gains, but due to the need to maintain secrecy and a lack of manpower, they didn't gather much intelligence.

It must be said that the railway and the college are both capable. Putting aside whether they can win or not, they can really survive.

As for the Brotherhood of Steel... the humanoids did deploy drones for reconnaissance. But honestly, they've been busy repairing their airships and actively preparing supplies for the expedition. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell they were coming to Boston, but they were just in the preparatory stages.

No matter what happens, it won't affect the situation in Boston.

All in all, the humanoids had made some progress during this period, but it wasn't much. To expect to recover those valuable technologies and scientific research facilities with just a few dozen tactical humanoids and puppets was simply a fantasy.

***

On the other side, just as Sun Yang was constantly traveling across time zones, the postman, a superhuman Mission Impossible, just walked out of the toilet he had built.

"Ah! It feels so good to take a shit!" The postman pulled up his pants, then took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands.

She chose to stay at the volunteer camp that Knight had revitalized. The environment on the East Coast was different from that on the West Coast, but to be honest, it wasn't as exciting as the West Coast.

The Boston area seemed to have not yet fully recovered from the chaos of the nuclear war. Even after two hundred years, there was no sign of reconciliation.

According to the leaders of the Volunteer Army, a long time ago, all the important people in the Boston area finally got together. They discussed future major events on Bunker Hill and prepared to try to unite the entire Boston.

But a third-generation synth appeared and crushed all the leaders present. Since then, the forces in the entire Boston area have never been able to reconcile and unify.

After all, the academy is an organization that can replace humans with synths at any time. As long as the academy is willing, the forces on the surface will not be able to reunite no matter how much time passes.

The postman wanted to rush into the academy with his best weapon and start a massacre, but it was clear that the academy's location had not yet been discovered. If it were known, the entire Boston population would rush over to cause trouble. The scene would probably be like the siege of Bright Summit.

After wandering around Boston with Old Popsicle for quite a while, she decided to stop by the Volunteer Army camp to rest for a while. Although Sun Yang's orders were also involved, seeing how Old Popsicle was training the recruits at an astonishing rate and keeping the camp in good order, the postman thought it would be a good idea to stay here for a while and help the guys there.

For these reasons, the postman came out of a toilet built near the camp. It was still a few hours before dawn, and a faint glow could be seen on the distant horizon.

The postman pulled a crushed cigarette from his pocket, lit it with his lighter, and puffed away. Should he go get something to eat or get some more sleep?

She was lost in thought when a voice requesting communication came from her power suit.

Huh? Those humanoids actually wanted to chat with me? The postman knew that most of the humanoids here didn't really like interacting with humans... but maybe this group was just too serious. Ariana was quite talkative.

Whether it's the Rebellious Squad or the AR Squad, although there's nothing wrong with them chatting while traveling together, it's very difficult to get them to take the initiative to chat with the Postman.

After all, they are quite busy, rushing around Boston all day long to attend events, beat the gunman, and look for technology.

"Hello~ Who is this?" The postman greeted the guard at the entrance of the camp and went outside.

"Aliana." A familiar and somewhat cold voice came from the communication.

"Oh? What makes you interested in chatting with me?" When the postman was asked which of these dolls he had the best impression of, it was her. After all, she was the one who had been fighting with him all the way.

The postman had thought he'd never find Ariana again, but she'd suddenly appeared. But then again, she was a humanoid under the boss's command.

"It's not that I want to chat... My vacation is over, and I came here as the second group of T-dolls to provide support. After thinking about it, I think it's better to come and support you." Ariana continued.

"Support? Didn't you just wipe out the gunman organization recently? Are you going to make another big move?" The postman strolled along the gravel road outside the camp.

During this time, Old Popsicle had already led his men to clean up the area thoroughly. There were watchtowers and sentries outside the camp. It was still quite safe to just wander around.

"The commander has finished his own business and is about to come here. So I came here to see what's going on." Aliana said.

"What are you looking at? You don't think these militiamen can sweep Boston in just a month of training, do you? Even if Knight is the best instructor in the world, there's no way that bunch of ragtag men can become decent soldiers in a month," the Postman said with disdain. "This isn't NCR. Those militiamen haven't even been released from their jobs."

"I thought a month would be enough for Knight to mobilize all the residents of the surrounding farms." Ariana was a little surprised.

"Huh? Can you stop daydreaming? Even if we get some reliable robots, we can't mobilize them so quickly. Get it clear, the Volunteer Army also started with infrastructure construction and solving the problems of food, drink, defecation, urination and sleep. Let's just start, okay? In a month, the wheat is not even ripe enough." The postman complained for a while.

"Well... I don't have any knowledge in this area." Ariana said frankly.

"So I'm telling you humanoids...try not to eat for a day and feel weak all over. Seriously, it's hard to explain to you silicon-based creatures." The postman snorted.

"Strictly speaking, I'm not a silicon-based creature." Ariana retorted in a very formulaic way.

"Eh~~Robot, you're so annoying. Forget it, let me just say this, if the Volunteer Army wants to become a force to be reckoned with, it will take at least a few more years of fighting, and they'll need special detection machines. Damn it, I don't even know when a synth will sneak in among the residents here, it's so troublesome. You're still thinking too much if you want to rise quickly in this environment." The postman complained harshly.

"So the key still lies in the synths?" Ariana asked.

"First- and second-generation synths are picking up trash on the streets, endangering the safety of locals. Third-generation synths can be directly replaced and are the ideal infiltration tool. We're just a bunch of unruly people, and you expect me to save the day with my head?" The postman continued to complain in various ways, then suddenly changed his expression. "Oh, no, it's not me who's saving the day. I don't understand infrastructure or training, so I came here to retire."

"Do you really think of this place as a place to retire?" Ariana was a little overwhelmed.

"Ha! There's no one here with a bazooka or anti-material rifle looking for trouble with me every day. The East Coast is truly peaceful. Even those green-skinned super mutants..." The postman's expression suddenly changed. "Damn! It seems like super mutants would come out with heavy weapons."

"It seems that you also have a lot of problems to solve? By the way, I'm here, would you like to pick me up?" Ariana said.

"Where are the people? Where are the people?" The postman looked around. There was still no one around. No one was moving around at this time of day. Only the postman, with his excess energy, would be out for a stroll.

"Behind you." Ariana's voice suddenly came from behind the postman. The postman turned around and saw a familiar figure coming out of invisibility. The postman was so scared that he pulled out his pistol.

It was Ariana, dressed in a power suit that made her move more easily, still covered in various combat gadgets. She waved to the postman.

"Good morning, postman, have you eaten?" Ariana said in a genuine old New York accent.

"Eat, eat your mother. Do you know this is scary?" The sweet-mouthed postman put away his pistol. "You can be normal when you come to see me. No need for this stupid prank. Damn, invisible enemies are the most annoying."

"I thought this was a common joke start in human society. It's: SURPRISED!" Ariana struck a serious pose.

"Don't be surprised anymore. I'll be scared to death if you are surprised again. But the fact that you can come to help is already the biggest surprise." The postman adjusted his pants again. Some of the fabric was stuck in his butt because of the surprise.

"Okay, I'll give you a new surprise. Postman, you just shouted: Ah! It feels so good to poop! I can hear it a kilometer away." Ariana changed the surprise.

"You guy, I haven't seen you for a while. Are the things you say and do increasingly driving up my blood pressure? Tell me who has influenced you to be like this? I must beat him up." The postman felt his blood pressure rise a little bit.

"I think it's you," Ariana said sincerely.

"That's okay." The postman immediately activated a double-standard skill.

293 Negotiations in the Volunteer Army's Territory

With the introduction of the postman, Aliana successfully sneaked into the volunteer camp.

Although the postman said that he was quite retired in this activity, the local volunteer militia and full-time soldiers had all received help from the postman to some extent.

Because of this, after the postman's introduction, Aliana quickly gained the trust of the people here.

"Postman, the Commander intends to have the Volunteers manage the Boston area. M4, our commanding officer for this operation, believes that having me here will help develop the Volunteers. After all, you're here, and I'm the only T-doll you're familiar with."

Ariana greeted the people around her stiffly while communicating secretly with the postman.

[Hey, hey, hey, you know what they say: a good cook can't cook without rice? You might as well count on Old Popsicle to explode instead of me.] The postman typed quietly while pointing at Knight, who was repairing a generator and training militiamen not far away.

During this time, he has shared his knowledge with people around him, and also asked the volunteers who had previously been working outside to go to various schools to look through the textbooks.

Knight wasn't the strongest fighter, but his practical skills and ability to educate others were not bad. In just one month, he taught many people how to read and write. He even taught them simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

But ultimately, the Volunteer Army lacked any educated or cultured people. While many knew how to shoot and fight, and some knew how to farm... most of them knew how, but their skills weren't very good. Most of the time, Old Popsicle was the only one handling all the chores, making him like a mere tool.

Not to mention the newly recruited volunteers, the veterans who had been with the Volunteers for a while weren't performing very well either. Their fighting spirit was commendable, but their education level was essentially nonexistent. Fortunately, however, these men understood the importance of knowledge and studied diligently. Now, a month later, those who had learned were able to pass on their knowledge to others.

But the speed of this teaching's spread was still slow. Perhaps this progress was considered lightning fast on the East Coast, but for the postman, who had witnessed the level of the West Coast's followers of the Apocalypse, this pace was as slow as a snail's pace. Perhaps the transmission of knowledge had never been easy.

[Haven't you communicated with Ulysses?] Based on Ariana's past communication experience, those followers of Apocalypse operating within NCR would be happy to come to a place like this to assist the Volunteers.

It is better to say that this model of spontaneous development and thriving growth by the grassroots people is most to the liking of the followers of Apocalypse.

"No, NCR has only just been peaceful for a short while. Taking away the Followers of the Apocalypse right now would be detrimental to NCR's development. Furthermore, crossing the entire North American continent is too risky. The NCR and the Followers of the Apocalypse aren't the Brotherhood of Steel. They lack firepower and weapons, and lack the resolve to forge ahead. They'll surely perish along the way. And I think asking for help from the West Coast... isn't a good idea." The Postman decisively rejected the idea.

[Not so good? Aren't humans a species that needs to help each other to survive?]

Ariana followed the postman. Far away, Knight finished his work and then went to meet with the leaders of the Volunteer Army to discuss their next steps.

"That's different. Ariana, you're not from the wasteland. I'm not sure why the boss wants the Minutemen to occupy all of Boston, but leveraging NCR's power could lead to the East Coast becoming an NCR colony. I've read history books and know what commodity dumping looks like." The postman replied calmly.

The commander's point is that the Volunteers can make life more comfortable for the people of this area. He's not going to be kind, though. He'll take all the nuclear weapons and the academy's technology. However, the knowledge related to industry, chemistry, and medicine will remain. Ariana explained.

"Is that so? Well, I do have a few requests. I need some reliable equipment that can actually detect synths. Also, I know you guys are incredibly powerful, so hurry up and shovel away what needs to be shoveled away and recycle what needs to be recycled. As for the rest, Old Popsicle and I will take the Volunteers to clean up the mess." The Postman replied.

"Is this okay? If I don't seek help, the days ahead might be tough. How about I try asking the Commander for assistance? He's a little confused, but if I ask him to send some humanoids and basic industries, it shouldn't be a problem," Ariana asked.