I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Things like forgetting to feed or drink people after locking them up, ignoring clogged toilets, and neglecting to care for sick people happened all the time. As a result, many medical dolls were forced to run around, giving intravenous drips to scientists who had fainted from hunger and replenishing their nutrition.

This isn't just a prison camp! This is a fucking concentration camp! These scientists have finally seen what it's like to be tortured.

These humanoids tried their best to restrain themselves, but they usually hit people with the intention of killing them, so even if they reduced the force to the point where they couldn't kill them, it still hurt.

They were beaten up for no reason, bandaged by human figures for minor injuries, and fed by Sun Yang for serious injuries. They were not given food or water, and their living environment was terrible. Such a huge disparity was unbearable for these scientists who grew up in a greenhouse.

Even for the sake of slightly better living conditions, these scientists are willing to contribute their experience and knowledge. After all, only when we lose something do we know what is good.

After taking a break, Old Popsicle left the old academy. Before leaving, Sun Yang gave him a large amount of supplies and autonomous robots, asking him to go back and build the Volunteer Army base.

These scientists themselves probably wouldn't be able to use them, and after all, they weren't as loyal as the Oasis's research dolls. But if they were given to the Volunteers, it would at least help boost their reputation.

After thanking the postman, Old Popsicle went back with him.

Aliana didn't go back with them. Although she was reluctant to leave, Griffin Base was her home after all. For the time being, she had no plans to leave the base to seek another way of life. After all, the environment elsewhere was not as good.

The temperature outside gradually climbed, and a heat wave of radioactive dust storms from the Glowing Sea swept in. After urgently repairing the academy's facilities, the engineering figures temporarily patched up the large hole created by the explosion to prevent the radioactive dust from blowing in.

By the way, they were much more efficient than those first and second generation synths. After the scientists here guessed that these powerful humans in front of them were robots (it was hard not to guess), they jumped up and scolded Sean.

"Fuck it! I've told you so many times! Don't mess with that crap flesh-body synths! They're useless! If we continue to develop these mechanical synths, won't they be great?! You're the third generation of synths! Now we're all screwed!"

The confused humanoids around them tilted their heads, completely confused as to why this scientist had so inexplicably broken down. But this guy was really noisy, so the humanoids had to rush in and give him a light beating to quiet him down.

The scientist who was beaten up immediately retreated into a coma, muttering to himself and cursing his dean.

Of course, this world currently lacks the ability to create a normal humanoid. While the code in the Fallout world is incredibly powerful, with less than a gigabyte of memory needed to create a decent AI, the algorithms and software, no matter how powerful, cannot surpass the hardware's limitations.

The scientific research figures in the oasis were rapidly learning and accepting the academy's assets and data, while the volunteers in the south cheered and welcomed the return of their general.

After Old Popsicle returned, he was immediately promoted to the position of General of the Volunteer Army. With the help of the second batch of supplies he brought, the Volunteer Army successfully contacted other remnant units and gradually merged with them.

There were no other decent large organizations in Boston anymore. All that was left were the looters, super mutants, and the ghouls that hadn't been cleaned up. None of these could defeat the volunteers who had reunited and been severely trained by Old Popsicle.

The day after the radioactive dust storm ended, the volunteers returned to the old castle site. The mud crab queen who once occupied the castle was still rampant.

But the queen was quickly taken care of by the excessive firepower under the attack of the power armor provided by Atomic Cat and the heavy energy weapons provided by Sun Yang.

With the help of the engineering equipment donated by Sun Yang, the castle was quickly rebuilt.

Although these were actually construction vehicles abandoned at a local construction site, Sun Yang had repaired several of them for restoration experiments. Since he had no use for them, he gave them all to the volunteers along with the operating instructions he found.

When the remaining volunteers who were hiding in various places heard that the castle had been rebuilt, they responded to the call and raised the volunteer flag again.

For a time, Boston residents even had an illusion: How did the Volunteers suddenly return to us without us noticing? And they were everywhere?

Just as everyone was working hard, on a sultry night, a patrol of volunteers saw a huge flying steel monster from the south attacking Boston.

The steel behemoth was still spitting out several helicopters, flying towards various places in Boston.

This behemoth was so large that people from all over Boston could see this flying behemoth.

Some people who have traveled to many places and have sharp eyes immediately recognized what those flying things were.

"That's a Vertibird! It's the helicopter the Brotherhood of Steel uses to transport troops and supplies to the capital! But how did they get here?"

The steel behemoth slowly approached Boston. As it neared the city, it turned on several searchlights, illuminating the city below while simultaneously playing a recording.

"People of the Federation, please do not interfere with our actions. We come with friendly intentions. We are the Brotherhood of Steel..."

What's coming will eventually come. Old Popsicle stood atop the castle wall, watching the armed airship approach from afar. The past was over, and it was time to look forward to a new future.

The next morning, Old Popsicle sent a communication to the airship in the capacity of a volunteer general, submitting the official visit and exchange documents via radio.

He was quite familiar with this procedure. After all, as a war hero from two hundred years ago, he was well aware of the etiquette and procedures. However, the other party's response was simple and easy to understand.

"I'm Long Wande, the current elder of the Brotherhood of Steel. I'm not familiar with the Federation or the Boston area yet, but we come here with an attitude of communication and cooperation. I sincerely invite you to join us aboard the Prydwen, General of the Volunteers. If you're concerned, you may bring any weapons you wish and no more than ten personnel."

328 Fallout 4, Epilogue (Part )

"Okay, these guys can get out now." Sun Yang waved his hand and locked these frightened and tired scientists from the academy into a cage.

After recovering as much information as possible from Griffin Oasis, Sun Yang disassembled the devices and parts in the huge building in order and scanned the structure.

Before dismantling these equipment in the academy, or before attacking the academy, Sun Yang had already opened new space in the Oasis base to house various equipment for manufacturing synthetic human bodies.

Pascal displayed unprecedented enthusiasm and professionalism, organizing the knowledge and content that would have taken humans a long time to learn in just a few days. This process wasn't difficult, as the academy already had mature synthetic human technology, so creating a body was no problem.

As for the other technical problems that were difficult for the humanoids to solve, Oasis decisively outsourced them to scientists in the Great Mountains to solve.

Those scientists are not very interested in creating a human body, but they are still somewhat interested in the topic of putting the consciousness of a robot into the human brain.

Shortly before the arrival of the Brotherhood of Steel, Pascal announced that he had completely taken over the relevant technology of the Academy.

Although their scientific research capabilities are relatively useless, the humanoids are very good at copying data and imitating others.

Sun Yang also fulfilled his promise and compiled the content he extracted from these scientists into a manuscript.

After dismantling everything in the academy and moving all the humanoids away, Sun Yang moved these frightened scientists to the ground and handed them over to the volunteers sent by Old Popsicle.

Sun Yang only dismantled the synthetic human-related technical equipment, leaving everything else untouched. If Old Popsicle wanted to redevelop technology later, the sealed equipment here could still be restarted.

The Volunteers only knew that these men were powerful foreign reinforcements sent by the General, but they didn't speculate on their past. Perhaps they were just a group of high-tech mercenaries.

After all, communication on the East Coast was quite difficult, considering there was no country like NCR. It wasn't surprising that a small high-tech organization suddenly emerged from somewhere.

What Sun Yang showed to the volunteers was just a well-armed combat team of only a few people.

As for those scientists shouting that they were a bunch of robots and that the one led by them could use magic...the militia just ignored them.

Does anyone really believe what these guys from the academy say? Robots? Only your academy can build robots. The volunteers rolled their eyes and beat up the ones who jumped too much.

As for whether the Volunteers believed that these guys had overturned the academy... they definitely believed it. Apart from anything else, everyone in the Volunteers had seen the Postman's combat prowess; killing a Synth was as easy as drinking water.

As for the academy, there were probably just more synths and hunters. And the Postman was always bragging in the Volunteers about how he could easily kill hunters.

After so much boasting and strong performance, everyone in the Volunteer Army believed that the academy must have been taken down by the Postman and Old Popsicle.

These scientists made the volunteers hate them so much that they wanted to tear their hands off.

If Old Popsicle had not instructed the volunteers to bring the people over, pronounce their crimes in front of everyone, and then go through the formal law enforcement process, these scientists would all have been killed on the spot by the volunteers.

After all, Boston is such a mess that it cannot be put back together again, all because of the academy's random experiments that harmed the people on the ground.

With such a high hatred value, don’t expect anyone to believe what the people from the academy say.

Currently, these scientists are imprisoned in the castle dungeon, awaiting trial.

As for Old Popsicle, the postman called up a few veteran volunteers, and after recruiting these scientists, he set off for Boston Airport across the sea in the north.

The Brotherhood of Steel's airship landed above Boston Airport. After arriving, they quickly deployed Vertex helicopters throughout Boston to gather intelligence.

Old Popsicle could only issue orders not to clash with the fighters on the Vertibird. He had seen the Vertibird helicopter before and knew it was likely carrying armed personnel in power armor. A confrontation between the Minutemen and the Brotherhood of Steel would be a disadvantage.

However, during the decisive battle with the academy, the Volunteer Army headquarters did not go out. Instead, due to a grant from Sun Yang, the Volunteer Army expanded its manpower. It seemed that the Volunteer Army had the possibility of reorganizing the Boston Council.

With all kinds of thoughts in mind, Old Popsicle, the postman, and several veterans boarded several seaside speedboats repaired by engineers and headed for the Brotherhood of Steel's airship, the Predwen.

***

The atmosphere in the lobby of the Predwen was somewhat oppressive. Standing in the back was a dark-haired man wearing T51 power armor, his helmet removed. He appeared unusually calm and composed, and a strange aura seemed to linger around him.

Behind him were several Brotherhood soldiers in power armor, and his second-in-command, Sarah Lyons.

Long Wande, though unremarkable in appearance and not particularly gifted, possesses an impressive record, having led the Washington Brotherhood of Steel to defeat the Enclave. He is now a legitimate elder of the Brotherhood of Steel.

According to legend, Long Wande became so powerful because he accidentally entered a base in the Capital Wasteland that was once controlled by the separatists of the Brotherhood of Steel.

Inside the base, the Insurgency was trapped by the base's lockdown device, which required a Pip-Boy and the wearer to complete a virtual training program within the facility before gaining access.

The virtual program is a highly realistic military training simulation program that simulates the Battle of Anchorage, Alaska between the US and Chinese troops.

The combat is intense and dangerous – the simulator has no safety protocols, which means that if someone dies in the simulation, they die in real life, too.

Long Wande managed to hold on, training his skills and combat abilities in the simulator. Although the simulator was used as an aid, it was enough to transform him.

Now Long Wande has all the resources and manpower of the Brotherhood of Steel in the capital. If he wants, he can conquer the entire east coast within a few years.

But for some reason, when other people look at him, they always think that this guy is like a savior.

Standing opposite Long Wande was Knight, a veteran frozen from before the war.

He also had short black hair, though it showed signs of being well-groomed. Compared to Long Wande, who had already adapted to the wasteland environment and was a bit more casual in his appearance, Old Popsicle still cared about his appearance.

If Long Wande is the tough guy who successfully cleared the dangerous simulator, then Old Popsicle, who actually participated in the entire Battle of Anchorage in Alaska and escaped unscathed from that battle, is definitely stronger than Long Wande who came out of the shelter.

Old Popsicle looked a little tired. The various major events in recent days had not yet fully recovered this pre-war man mentally.

Although they are not as good as Long Wande in terms of manpower, supplies and organization, the Volunteers are emerged from the people after all. If any conflict really occurs, the various forces in Boston will stand up to support the Volunteers.

The veterans of the Volunteer Army standing behind Old Popsicle were sweating. Being stared at by several men in power armor was a bit stressful for them.

The third and fourth generation protagonists looked at each other, thinking. Neither side moved, nor spoke, just quietly observing each other.

Standing between the elders of the Brotherhood of Steel and the generals of the Volunteer Army, the woman with the highest combat effectiveness present and who once influenced the fate of the West Coast—the Postman looked around.

"Uh...how long are you going to stare at me?" The postman scratched his head. "Two gays?"

"Cough cough cough..." Long Wande and Lao Binggun coughed twice at the same time to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Knight. I am Long Wande, an elder of the Brotherhood of Steel." Long Wande saluted.

"I am Knight, General of the Boston Volunteers." Old Popsicle also subconsciously returned a standard military salute.

"I am the postman, the savior of the West Coast, the beacon of humanity, the Jesus of California." The postman directly regarded himself as a third-party force.

The old man twitched his lips, as if he felt the postman was embarrassed. Long Wande also looked a little overwhelmed.

"Well... I've heard of you, Madam Postman, from my adjutant Sarah. The information you provided is very useful." Long Wande said to the postman.

"But I didn't see my airship. Where is my airship? Oh, don't worry, Old Popsicle. I didn't mention anything about the Volunteers. Because the last time I gave him information, we were still fighting in Quincy." After the postman finished speaking carelessly, he turned around and explained to Old Popsicle.

"You're really trying to have your cake and eat it too..." Old Popsicle didn't pay much attention to the matter. First, the Postman had already agreed with Old Popsicle about the Brotherhood providing intelligence. Second, the previous Volunteers really didn't have much intelligence to share. What was there to say about an organization that had been ripped apart by the gunman?

The Minutemen were still hanging on in Quincy before. Is that even worth mentioning? They were so weak, they were nearly killed by the gunmen. It's pointless to talk about it.

"The airship will arrive in two days. The Brotherhood of Steel will give corresponding rewards." Long Wande nodded.

"Then I'm fine. You must keep your word. Okay, I'm switching sides. I'm a member of the Volunteer Army now." The postman's low-level blood pressure-raising remarks made the brotherhood soldiers behind Long Wande a little nervous.

Long Wande wiped the sweat from his forehead. His intelligence network from other channels revealed relatively reliable information, and the conclusions he drew from that information made him dare not underestimate the postman in front of him who seemed to have some intellectual disabilities.

Long Wande was well aware that Old Popsicle had been promoted to general upon returning to base a few days earlier and had sent someone to the Confederate University of Technology's dome to bring back his men. Under his management, the Brotherhood of Steel's intelligence operations were operating exceptionally well. At least on the East Coast, they could learn of major news happening elsewhere within a matter of days.

Long Wande immediately guessed that the Boston Academy had been conquered. Taking the academy might not be a major issue; for the Brotherhood of Steel, its combat effectiveness was insignificant. But their ability to defeat it didn't guarantee the ability of other factions. The academy remained a formidable challenge for the Bostonians.

When Long Wande ordered his men to dig deep into the list of people who had conquered the academy, all the intelligence networks under his command brought up a man named Postman No. 6.

Long Wande arranged for intelligence agencies to collect information about the postman a long time ago. After all, she came all the way to the East Coast in a stealth helicopter.

He couldn't guarantee that the postman's boasts about the West Coast were correct, but he knew all the bragging he did in the Minutemen on the East Coast.

Blowing six people's heads off in one second, shooting them in the eyes, killing synths as easy as drinking water... He was very sure that it was all true - Long Wande had no doubt that if the postman faced a dozen fully armed Brotherhood of Steel soldiers, he would be able to win.

In other words... the Postman standing here is just as dangerous as facing an elite Enclave team! And this Postman now declares himself a member of the Minutemen faction...

"You have quite a strong force," Long Wande couldn't help but sigh. The Brotherhood soldiers behind him looked at their leader in confusion, and even the group of volunteers seemed a little puzzled.

We don't know if we can defeat them? We're fighting power armor with our heads? Can't you tell if they're strong or not? The veterans of the Volunteer Army, who have a clear understanding of their own strength, don't know what Long Wande is up to.

You can't count the postman as a member of the Volunteers, right? This woman keeps talking about trains all day, and the Volunteers can't tell whether she's exaggerating or not.

"I can still get along pretty well in Boston." Old Popsicle spoke with more confidence.

"Well, General Knight, I would like to discuss the situation here in Boston..." Long Wande finally got to the point.

"Before that, I must first state one thing. Long Wande, you should know that the Brotherhood on the West Coast has been wiped out, right?" The Postman interrupted again rudely. "They were wiped out by the NCR, and then wiped out by a mysterious force. But do you know how they declined to that extent?"

"I know that our group doesn't have a very good relationship with the headquarters on the West Coast and we have different ideas. But I don't know the details." Long Wande shrugged.

"Because no one supports them, when the entire West Coast gradually united, the Western Brotherhood still maintained its original attitude of collecting technology and closing itself off. This attitude made them lack supplies, and without the assistance of local forces, there were no replenishment of troops. Every time someone died in battle, it was a major loss." The postman stared at Long Wande in front of him and said warningly.

"They're called high-tech bandits on the West Coast. The NCR has mobilized a massive force and driven them all into their bunkers. Long Wande, your Eastern Brotherhood is beautifully built. I really like your philosophy of inclusiveness. Can you be as tolerant of the people of Boston as you are of the people of Washington?"

The postman stared at Long Wande, and Old Popsicle, as the person involved, couldn't interrupt.

"I will. That's why I came here. The Brotherhood of Steel will protect the people here and is happy to cooperate with local organizations. If we cooperate happily, I think we can form an alliance in the future." Long Wande said to Old Popsicle.

"I also hope that one day, we can see each other fighting side by side." Old Popsicle smiled again, and then discussed some more detailed matters with Long Wande.