Edgar Blackburn/Dialogue

==BS02 Dialogue ValdezBlackburn V96 Offquest==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	You will understand soon enough. 	
 	 	 	Nothing is over, no matter what you may think. 	
 	 	 	Everything I have planned will come to pass. 	
 	 	 	In time, you will realize the gift I have given you. 	
 	 	 	I have said enough at present. I am sure your officers will have plenty to ask of me when I am in custody at your headquarters. 	
 	 	 	Think of me what you will. It will change nothing. 	
 	 	 	There is nothing left for you here. I am certain your Paladin and Knight will extract any information they need once I am under guard at your fort.	
==BS01_MQ01_Trust==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Yes? Something I can help you with? 	
 	 	 	More questions, I assume? 	
 	 	 	Please, I do not wish to be disturbed. 	
 	 	 	As you will, then. 	
 	 	 	Pardon my manners. I am...out of practice. Too much time alone. Still, unless this is important, I would prefer to be left alone. 	
 	 	 	The severe gentleman in the power armor, yes? Doctor Edgar Blackburn, at your service. And what did Knight Shin want to know? 	
 	 	 	I am waiting to speak with a Brotherhood representative. I have no interest in small talk with strangers. 	
 	 	 	I am sure you have more interesting things to do than listen to a poorly-socialized Wasteland doctor talk about himself. 	
 	 	 	In short, I trained in multiple specialties before the war, and had a brief career as a research scientist prior to the bombs dropping. 	
 	 	 	Finding myself fortunate enough to survive, I have continued my research, such as it is. Now I focus on the health of the people of Appalachia.	
 	 	 	Please do not ask me to examine any strange growths. I am not that kind of doctor. 	
 	 	 	It would be difficult to express it in layman's terms. No offense intended. 	
 	 	 	In essence, I have been studying the illnesses of Appalachia. For too long, people have relied on folk remedies and makeshift medicines. 	
 	 	 	The long-term effects of this environment are concerning. Just because the radiation is survivable does not mean it is safe. 	
 	 	 	Their hygiene standards are better than the lot at Crater, but no. I prefer to work in solitude. 	
 	 	 	One day, perhaps, my research will be of benefit to them and all the other people of Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	Very well, then. Perhaps we can be of assistance to one another, should our paths cross again. 	
 	 	 	Don't blow me off like I'm making this up. These people have a responsibility to fix this! 	
 	 	 	They had the power armor, and they said they were Brotherhood. Sorry I didn't make sure to ask for proof when they had me at gunpoint. 	
 	 	 	Our job is to procure and protect technology, not fund civilian scientists in developing it. 	
 	 	 	If the Doctor's research proves dangerous, then the Brotherhood will take a very pointed interest. 	
 	 	 	Until then, it is his problem. 	
 	 	 	Very well, what did you wish to know? 	
 	 	 	Thank you. Be well. 	
==BS01_Dialogue_ForgingTrustPetitioners==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	That was unnecessary, as I have said. I appreciate the vote of support, of course. 	
 	 	 	Perhaps if we cross paths again, you will extend such kindness a second time. 	
 	 	 	Did you need something else? 	
 	 	 	Thank you for honoring my request. 	
 	 	 	I can certainly continue my work alone for the time being. Let the Brotherhood look to the present, and I will tend the future. 	
 	 	 	Very well, then. 	
 	 	 	I will be leaving shortly. Take care: the Wasteland holds many dangers. Keep your wits, and your health, about you. Farewell. 	
 	 	 	Your enthusiasm is refreshing. I could discourse on the subject for hours, if allowed. 	
 	 	 	Regretfully, I am preparing to return to my lab, and do not have the time. Perhaps if we meet again in more congenial circumstances?	
 	 	 	No matter. I did tell you not to bother. 	
 	 	 	Still, I regret that I have not convinced you of the import of my work. Should we ever meet again, perhaps I can remedy that. 	
 	 	 	Yes? 	
 	 	 	I am sorry I do not have more time to talk. Until we meet again, perhaps? 	
 	 	 	Please, I do not wish to be disturbed. 	
 	 	 	Did you wish to speak with me? 	
 	 	 	Speak, or go away. I do not tolerate eavesdroppers. 	
 	 	 	What is it now? 	
 	 	 	You lookin' at somethin'? 	lightly aggressive
 	 	 	Hey, hey, here comes trouble. I hope. 	playful
 	 	 	The California members show no signs of infectious disease from outside the territory. 	
 	 	 	Local recruits appear healthy, if underfed. 	
 	 	 	Radiation levels nominal...some strange readings from somewhere below. 	
 	 	 	The efficiency of Brotherhood response to visitors is...lacking. 	
 	 	 	Must get back to the lab soon. I cannot let the samples deteriorate in my absence. 	
 	 	 	I imagine the Brotherhood would object to a collection of blood samples from all its members. Shame. 	
==BS02_MQ05_Catalyst==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	No need for that tone. I haven't run away thus far, have I? 	
 	 	 	Stay where we can see you, doctor. 	
 	 	 	My death will not prevent what is to come. 	
 	 	 	My colleagues already have everything they need to finish our work. 	
 	 	 	Now that that's over with... Nellie, prep the test chamber. They want proof of our success, I will give it to them myself. 	
 	 	 	The guards are dead, Dr. Farha. This is the Brotherhood of Steel. I have been their... guest since they discovered our project. 	
 	 	 	Regrettably, they object to what we are doing. 	
 	 	 	I will test the sample on myself, and be proof of our achievement. Anything you do to me after does not matter. 	
 	 	 	I have been fully compliant with your questioning. Threats are not required. 	
 	 	 	Then it's decided. Initiate, head for West Tek. We've no time to lose. See you there. 	
 	 	 	If I can prevent further loss of life, I will. 	
 	 	 	That is your goal, not mine. But I am not a soldier, and would not withstand... strenuous interrogation well. 	
 	 	 	No minor delay on my part will change what is to come. My colleagues are already preparing. 	
 	 	 	Perhaps my cooperation will allow us to make a case for the good we are about to do, and convince you of our cause. 	
 	 	 	My colleagues have a facility better suited to final testing and mass-production of the virus. 	
 	 	 	As we speak, they are preparing for its release into the air and water of Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	Once dispersed, it will enter the precipitation cycle and groundwater, and then it cannot be stopped. 	
 	 	 	My colleagues have a laboratory hidden beneath the headquarters of my former employer, West Tek. 	
 	 	 	We intend to correct the FEV's mistakes at their birthplace. Poetically appropriate, would you not agree? 	
 	 	 	Preventing Dr. Blackburn's associates from taking this horror any further must be our priority, and we may need the doctor to convince them. 	
 	 	 	Do you see? The arrogance. The self-justification. We should end him and be done with it. 	
 	 	 	I am not bragging. What I have done was necessary. I take no pride in those terrible acts. I will have to live with the shame of them forever. 	
 	 	 	That weight does not, however, diminish that the ends were worth the means. 	
 	 	 	You will learn that soon enough. My colleagues will see that our creation, a vast improvement on the FEV, is distributed shortly. 	
 	 	 	I am going in. Ready the tank. 	
 	 	 	I am sorry, but this must happen. You will see, and then there will be no more debate. 	
 	 	 	I apologize for the deceit, but I cannot risk you undoing all we have accomplished. 	
 	 	 	Soon you will understand that I was right. 	
 	 	 	And that is precisely what is so concerning. 	
 	 	 	Paranoia ill suits you. I have complied with your every demand. 	
 	 	 	A trap I conceived, prepared, and executed entirely while in your custody? You give me too much credit. 	
 	 	 	Hm. Dr. Farha is nominally the head of their group. Headstrong. An old university colleague. 	
 	 	 	Dr. Jain was a junior scientist at West Tek. Brilliant, but easily led. He shared my disgust at the Huntersville mistake. 	
 	 	 	Nellie Wright, on the other hand, is Dr. Farha's pet project. An adoptee of sorts. Very talented, despite her lack of formal schooling. 	
 	 	 	Certainly. 	
 	 	 	As you wish. I am your prisoner, after all. I have little choice in the matter. 	
 	 	 	I am not aware of the details of the defensive measures my colleagues may have taken. 	
 	 	 	I would not, however, expect them to tolerate trespassers. 	
 	 	 	I'm afraid you'll have to give in on this one. If you truly want to stop our distribution process, I advise you to listen to the doctor's entreaties.	
 	 	 	I assure you, I have only a peaceful resolution in mind. 	
 	 	 	Trust me or trust me not, the truth remains the truth. 	
 	 	 	Perhaps in the end I am more willing to sacrifice the lives of strangers than friends and colleagues. 	
 	 	 	I do not wish them to be harmed. My hypocrisy in this is only human. 	
 	 	 	Dr. Farha, please permit me inside as a sign of good faith from the Brotherhood. 	
 	 	 	I am certain we can negotiate a peaceful resolution and perhaps preserve our work at the same time. 	
 	 	 	With your leave? 	
 	 	 	Do you need something? 	
 	 	 	Initiate procedure. Code: "Ascension." 	
 	 	 	Only partially. A code is required. My helping you is not. 	
 	 	 	It is only natural that I use wit to resolve such a situation in my favor. If your life was on the line, you'd have done the same. 	
 	 	 	Then you're free to enjoy the view as my colleagues distribute our creation among the populace. 	
 	 	 	I will fix this! But first, you die! 	
 	 	 	You look very... tasty... now... 	
 	 	 	I will grind you into paste! 	
 	 	 	You will not stop the future! 	
 	 	 	Rage... uncontrollable rage! 	
 	 	 	You forced my hand too soon! 	
 	 	 	I must kill you! For SCIENCE! 	
 	 	 	My nerves! On fire! 	
 	 	 	I will kill you! 	
 	 	 	Arrgh! 	
 	 	 	You cannot defeat me! 	
 	 	 	The pain! 	
 	 	 	Uggh! 	
 	 	 	No. No! 	
 	 	 	No! I was so close! 	
 	 	 	This is your fault! 	
 	 	 	You must die! 	
 	 	 	You cannot stop me! 	
 	 	 	This will not end here! 	
 	 	 	Death! Death to the Brotherhood! 	
 	 	 	Rarrr! 	
 	 	 	Smash! 	
 	 	 	It's no joke at all. 	
 	 	 	Allow me to explain. 	
 	 	 	My colleagues couldn't stop production if they tried. It requires a code. I am the only one who knows the code. 	
 	 	 	I set this plan in motion, and I am the only one who can stop it. 	
 	 	 	You'll have to forgive Dr. Farha. She didn't know. I added this functionality to our distribution program. As insurance, you might say. 	
 	 	 	So there you have it. I am willing to help you, in exchange for sparing my colleagues' lives. But you will have to let me in there with them. 	
==BS02_MQ04_Conscience_HolotapeQues==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Research Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Number One Hundred and Forty-Eight. 	
 	 	 	I can feel the end approaching. The equations fall into place, and I can see the shape of it, the perfected FEV, even in my restless dreams. 	
 	 	 	That vision of the goal is the only succor now. What I have done to reach it can never be washed away. I have been right, but that is small comfort. 	
 	 	 	I give them numbers now, and try not to listen when they speak to me, pleading. I prefer to sedate them when removing them from their holding cells 	
 	 	 	Unconscious, they cannot weep, or stare accusingly at me. I cannot make them understand that we are alike part of a greater destiny. 	
 	 	 	They think me inhuman, uncaring. I know I would be no different, were our roles reversed. I do not blame them for hating me. 	
 	 	 	I lie in my cot at night and see their faces. I remember them all, and wait for sleep to carry me to the visions of when I can finally stop. 	
 	 	 	Final candidate number three is ready for verification. I am within two, perhaps three iterations of success. 	
 	 	 	Will I be able to sleep untroubled when this is over? Or will punishment for what I have done be a mercy, freeing me from its memory? 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Research Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Number One Hundred and Twelve. 	
 	 	 	My work's demand for human subjects has increased dramatically as I make ground toward my ultimate goal. 	
 	 	 	To this end, I have contracted with a group of mercenaries calling themselves the Hellcat Company. Trustworthy, if such a term applies here. 	
 	 	 	They display a useful moral flexibility. They do not question the nature of my work or my need for human subjects, and I do not illuminate them. 	
 	 	 	Already they have begun acquiring new subjects at far greater pace than I could, and a contingent remain to guard the Vault itself. 	
 	 	 	I must be careful. A mercenary is only as loyal as their pay, after all. My control of the Vault security systems keeps them in check for now. 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Research Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Number Fifty-Seven. 	
 	 	 	I begin to doubt my own sanity at times. My efforts, while not without progress, continue to fail to bear real fruit. 	
 	 	 	The FEV seems almost deliberately malignant, as if it had a consciousness and rejects my every attempt to bend it toward a benevolent end. 	
 	 	 	I have come to recognize the signs of imminent metastasis and conversion to the so-called "Super Mutant" state. 	
 	 	 	I am ill-equipped to deal with the product of such failure, and have taken to disposing of these unfortunates outside the Vault itself. 	
 	 	 	I regret that my current methods of disposal may, in the short term, increase the Super Mutant population in Appalachia, but it cannot be avoided. 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Research Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Number Thirty-Eight. 	
 	 	 	The capture of human test subjects is itself less difficult than I imagined. 	
 	 	 	The people of Appalachia are in bad need of medicine, and lone travelers are easy to approach when one is a doctor. 	
 	 	 	I tell myself these acts are necessary - the work too important, and I cannot complete it without living human subjects to experiment upon. 	
 	 	 	Yet as I compound failure upon failure, in my quiet hours I question what I have made of myself in pursuit of this goal. 	
 	 	 	I began this enterprise fully cognizant of what it might take, but even with that foreknowledge I could not comprehend the weight of it. 	
 	 	 	Have I become no different from that fool Elias, a font of monsters with no humane end in sight? Am I deluded in believing myself capable of success?	
 	 	 	These moments pass. I push aside those doubts and focus on the work before me. The people of Appalachia need this. The world needs this. 	
 	 	 	Let them vilify me when they learn what I have done. I will make a better future for them, even if I do not live to see it myself. 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Research Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Number Twenty-Two. 	
 	 	 	In retrospect, my enthusiasm for the cryogenically-preserved specimens in the Vault was excessive, if not actually misplaced. 	
 	 	 	I am down to the last four viable test subjects. Further research is at an impasse unless I move to human subjects. 	
 	 	 	Obtaining volunteers will be impossible. The necessary experimentation to even approach a functional result will be unavoidably fatal to some. 	
 	 	 	I will have to take extreme measures to obtain subjects. Thousands, perhaps millions of lives will be saved. Utility trumps sentimentality. 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Research Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Number Seventeen. 	
 	 	 	I am no longer alone in this endeavor. Against all odds, I have made contact with a former colleague, Doctor Farha, whom fate preserved as it did me.	
 	 	 	Doctor Farha was reluctant when I first described my aims. The testing that will be required, and the failures, give her pause. 	
 	 	 	Even at university, we clashed on the ethical boundaries of research. Regardless, I have convinced her to aid me despite her doubts. 	
 	 	 	I will continue to work here in Vault 96, in secrecy. Doctor Farha, meanwhile has established a laboratory suitable for mass-production. 	
 	 	 	She has acquired a foundling of sorts, a young woman by the name of Nellie Wright. She seems something of a prodigy. 	
 	 	 	I believe it was Ms. Wright's enthusiastic support of my ideas that convinced Doctor Farha to acquiesce to my request for aid. 	
 	 	 	Farha has also brought in Jain. I knew him from university, and our time at West Tek. This work is his chance at redemption as much as my own. 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Research Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Number Thirteen. 	
 	 	 	Whatever the prior occupants of this Vault may have done, I must thank them, especially Chief Engineer Doctor Memling. 	
 	 	 	The good doctor, while a respectable scientist in his own right, had the classic engineer's idiosyncratic approach to maintenance. 	
 	 	 	His additions to the Vault reactor and electrical subsystems provide me with ample points of connection to directly access mains power. 	
 	 	 	Between this and certain defects in reactor shielding, I have invaluable resources for my research. 	
 	 	 	My first attempts in this area are more disappointing, however. Lacking Memling's expertise, my electrical impedance tests failed dramatically. 	
 	 	 	The unintentional discovery of a new method of rapidly cooking a mole rat fails even in that regard: 	
 	 	 	Molerat exposed to several thousand volts at significant amperage does not make for an appetizing sight. 	
 	 	 	Nonetheless, these results are duly recorded and I believe my understanding of the system is sufficient to produce more useful results in the future.	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Research Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Number Five. 	
 	 	 	The creators of the Forced Evolutionary Virus were idiot savants. They saw weapons, soldiers to win a war that would end almost as soon as it began. 	
 	 	 	They had discovered a means by which we could seize the reigns of human evolution, and all they could envision was more efficient death. 	
 	 	 	My colleagues at West Tek were likewise fools. They made the virus a plaything and Huntersville their ant farm, shaking it to watch them scurry. 	
 	 	 	The FEV was never meant to create abominations. At its core is something wondrous and hopeful. I will free it from what they made of it. 	
 	 	 	Humanity will have the future it should have had, and a better human will build that world, free from fear. 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Research Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Number One. 	
 	 	 	Under any other circumstance, it would feel foolish to begin recording these before my work has even meaningfully begun. 	
 	 	 	I developed this habit during my graduate studies. A tool, helping me as much to retain insights as to preserve my failures. 	
 	 	 	Here, when nothing about what I am to undertake is normal, I break with tradition and start these logs now. Posterity requires this moment be kept. 	
 	 	 	What I am about to do will almost assuredly make of me a villain in the eyes of many. My work is distasteful, and must be conducted in secret. 	
 	 	 	Here, for whatever person may one day hear this, I say for the record that what I will do I do out of love. An unselfish love that knows no rest. 	
 	 	 	Not for a person. No clichéd deceased spouse or lost child motivates me. Humanity is my love, though none would accuse me of excess sentiment. 	
 	 	 	We are a species tormented by the ravages of the Great War, reduced to vermin eking out an existence in the rubble of the world that was. 	
 	 	 	The mistakes of my past are writ on the face of every survivor living in fear of the mutated horrors that stalk the Wasteland. 	
 	 	 	I can correct this. I must. We are not meant to live like this. There is a way forward, to free us from the horrors we...I...created. 	
 	 	 	Yet, I fear the failures that lie between me and the future I see. They will be many, and they will cause a great deal of pain before I am done. 	
 	 	 	The sins of West Tek must be undone. The price will be extreme, but it must be paid. If my life is included in that price, I will pay it gladly. 	
 	 	 	I record this log not to seek forgiveness. I neither deserve nor require it. 	
 	 	 	I ask only that you, my hypothetical listener, know that the things to come are not the product of ill-intent or a sadistic mania. 	
 	 	 	One day, good will come of the evil I am set to do. I hope that you are there to see it, and understand. 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Personal Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Huntersville. 	
 	 	 	I should never have allowed Dumont to convince me to stay with West Tek when they shuttered the Greenhouse Initiative. 	
 	 	 	The Pan-Immunity Virion was intended to shield us from biological warfare and make the population safe from the horrors war could unleash. 	
 	 	 	The Greenhouse Initiative turned the same work to feeding the ever-increasing starving masses. Noble goals and worthy science. 	
 	 	 	The discovery of the FEV abandoned all that. The awesome potential of the virus, what it could do if harnessed to those same ends - ignored. 	
 	 	 	Instead they saw a weapon. Super soldiers. Small-minded bureaucrats and their pet scientists had the keys to human evolution and saw profit and war. 	
 	 	 	Dr. Khan - a disgrace to that title, in the end - took over, and even those miserable goals were cast aside in favor of the perverse. 	
 	 	 	Infecting the water supply of Huntersville just to observe the effects - why? We knew the virus in its current state produced horrors. 	
 	 	 	Had we been looking for a cure, perhaps it could have been justified. But Khan had no such interest. He did it because he could. 	
 	 	 	Were I a better man, a better scientist, I would have left immediately. My belated resignation does me little credit. 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
 	 	 	Personal Log, Doctor Edgar Blackburn. Return to Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	After all these years, I have come back. Back to Appalachia. To West Virginia. To the home of my greatest personal and scientific failure. 	
 	 	 	Academic research was a dead end; the world was descending into riots and ruin, food shortages were increasing... 	
 	 	 	Generating papers in a university lab to attempt to secure tenure seemed pointless. It felt irresponsible in the face of everything happening. 	
 	 	 	West Tek approached me about joining the Greenhouse Initiative. Genetic engineering to produce new crops and multiply production. 	
 	 	 	It swept away my concerns about joining the private sector. Here was a chance to be on the cutting edge and solve real problems at the same time. 	
 	 	 	Doctor Dumont described the goals of the Pan-Immunity Virion and the Greenhouse Initiative in terms that set my mind ablaze. 	
 	 	 	There was satisfaction to be had there. Doing the best work, advancing humanity, making the world better than it was. 	
 	 	 	Then the funding vanished. The research staff was being cut, with no explanation, simply "a shift in priorities". 	
 	 	 	Dumont begged me to stay, promising the new work would be vital and challenging. To my everlasting shame, I did. 	
 	 	 	End log. 	
==BS02_MQ04_Conscience==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	We meet again. 	
 	 	 	It would be pointless for me to resist at this stage. What will you do now? 	
 	 	 	Yes? 	
 	 	 	I am prepared to continue our discussion, if you are. 	
 	 	 	And yet you will not, will you? 	
 	 	 	The Brotherhood is an iron fist when enforcing its mission, but you did not come all this way simply to put a bullet in my skull. 	
 	 	 	Besides, my death can no longer stop my work. 	
 	 	 	Yes, I assumed as much when you entered. Very well. 	
 	 	 	Consider me arrested, if you must. I am ready to face any judgment the Brotherhood wishes to mete out. 	
 	 	 	My work here is complete, regardless, and it is too late for you to stop it. 	
 	 	 	It appears neither the Vault defenses nor the Blood Eagles were a match for you. Quite formidable. 	
 	 	 	You can lower your weapons. It would clearly be futile for me to struggle, and I surrender willingly. 	
 	 	 	Do you believe I did this all blindly? Groping madly in the bodies of the innocent for some unknown and hallucinatory secret? 	
 	 	 	With each iteration, each test conducted, I identified flaws in the virus and calculated their removal. 	
 	 	 	I have no doubt in my work. 	
 	 	 	It seems I have an excess of visitors today. 	
 	 	 	Ah, yes. The one I met at Fort Atlas. I did hope we would meet again under more convivial circumstances. 	
 	 	 	These are not they, unfortunately. I have no quarrel with the Brotherhood, but I must ask you to leave immediately. 	
 	 	 	Please leave me be. I cannot be responsible for what may happen if you remain. 	
 	 	 	Contrary to what you may think, I did not lie to you when we spoke at Fort Atlas. 	
 	 	 	I did say it would be difficult for a layperson to understand. 	
 	 	 	What you call insanity is merely the regrettable necessity of my work. 	
 	 	 	That it condemns me in your eyes or consigns me to whatever Hell may exist is a price I pay willingly. 	
 	 	 	I have ensured the future of humanity, not just in Appalachia, but the world! No cost is too high for this. 	
 	 	 	Were it possible to achieve it without the suffering of innocents, I would have done so. 	
 	 	 	FEV was never intended to be a source of abominations and grotesqueries. 	
 	 	 	It was to be the next step in human evolution! Our refinement into something greater and better. 	
 	 	 	Certainly the fools at West Tek were more obsessed with observing its failures than correcting them, but its true purpose was for good. 	
 	 	 	And now it will fulfill that purpose. Because of me. 	
 	 	 	This is true. I wish it could have been avoided. 	
 	 	 	It was easier and safer, for myself if not for others, to release those failures before their metamorphosis was complete. 	
 	 	 	I had work to finish, and I knew the Brotherhood was out there to deal with the errors. 	
 	 	 	I am sure your Brotherhood will happily interrogate me until I have no tale left to tell. 	
 	 	 	I will be entirely forthcoming, though I expect you will want to conduct your inquisition within confines more...amenable to the Brotherhood. 	
 	 	 	As for the contents of this Vault, the Brotherhood is free to collect anything they like. My work here is finished. 	
 	 	 	I have no doubt that you do. As you wish. 	
 	 	 	Despise me if you will. I took no pleasure in what had to be done. 	
 	 	 	Listening to this is making me understand Shin's point of view. 	
 	 	 	Is that so? It seems my failures were indeed steps on the road to success. 	
 	 	 	That level of coordination suggests an increase in cognitive development over the typical example. 	
 	 	 	Still, I bear the Brotherhood no ill will. My apologies for that. 	
 	 	 	There are...steps being taken, as we speak. 	
 	 	 	Any miscalculations that might exist are minor and will be addressed shortly. 	
 	 	 	I am at your disposal, then. 	
 	 	 	Have I given you any reason to believe I have not already taken the necessary action? 	
 	 	 	I understand what your opinion of me must be, but believe me when I say you are blameless. 	
 	 	 	Do not take it as a light to your intellect when I say you must allow your ignorance to be solace in this. 	
 	 	 	Simply that I have achieved my goal. The FEV is perfected, and it is too late for you to change that. 	
 	 	 	My sacrifices...the terrible things I've done to accomplish this...it has been paid in full, and now salvation awaits humanity. 	
 	 	 	I have completed it. I turned a flawed miscreation into something that will heal an ill and wounded humanity. 	
 	 	 	But if by that you mean, "what have I done with the result?" 	
 	 	 	It is no longer here. I have...associates. They are even now finalizing the mechanisms of its distribution. 	
 	 	 	You are too late. 	
 	 	 	Let me go? Had I committed any offense of which you could possibly have been aware? 	
 	 	 	Do you think I take any pleasure or pride in that fact? Think what you will, but I am not inhuman. 	
 	 	 	Had I been capable of accomplishing my goal without them, I would have done so. I am neither a sadist nor a homicidal maniac. 	
 	 	 	I do not expect forgiveness, but I am certain what I have done will bear sufficient consequence without fabricating new sins to hang upon me. 	
 	 	 	Ah, yes. The interrogation before my interrogations continues. Go on. 	
 	 	 	Though it seems futile, I ask one final time: leave this Vault and the things you have seen. You cannot change what has happened here. 	
 	 	 	Leave me to this cold and lonely place. 	
 	 	 	Your persistent refusal to depart is a distraction I do not need. Please, I am asking you again, leave this place and do not return. 	
 	 	 	There is nothing for you here but sorrow. Whatever you think you will accomplish here, I promise you that you will not. 	
 	 	 	This Vault was a biological research facility, originally. They locked a small team of geniuses inside, lying to them about why. 	
 	 	 	Perhaps it is fitting that I found this place. I have been honest about my purpose, after a fashion, but less than forthcoming about its nature.	
 	 	 	Too far? Does that term even apply when the goal is the permanent protection of humanity from the horrors of the Wasteland? 	
 	 	 	I told you my work focused on the health of Appalachia's people. You must see that my research was towards that aim. 	
Category:Steel Dawn dialogue files
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