Promotion!

Day 1007 post-Virus
It’s been a little more than a year since I was taken in by the Dynasty, and almost three years since the outbreak of the Virus. I’ve been quite lucky in that time to not have been mauled by one of the horrible creatures out in the wastes, or been trapped in some dead-end town, unable to leave and fighting to survive. There have been countless reports of the former, and a few whispers of the latter, but in all this time, I have been provided with everything I could ever need. I’ve been put in charge of the Dynasty Medical and Scientific Research Branch by the High Council. I got friendly with one of the Councilors, a tree by the name of Agricolas. I’m totally serious, Dick, though by this point I’ve told you weirder things.
Anyhow, this Agricolas fellow was tremendously helpful in the early days, pushing my idea to take back the CDC and surrounding hospitals to the Councilors. He has continued to help me in my task to use both newly acquired powers and pre-existing scientific knowledge to help members of the Dynasty. That’s how we started the healthcare scheme, about ten months ago: all injured supers affiliated with the Dynasty are to be brought back to our Atlanta headquarters as soon as possible, such that we might treat them.
Our facilities have grown immensely, from a ramshackle, run-down hospital to a newly renovated facility with more than adequate supplies, all thanks to Agricolas. In fact, he suggested we expand the Branch to a new location, out in Boston. For a time, we had these two branches operating in parallel, with Boston specialising in applied, non-biological sciences, as well as manufacture and distribution analysis. Recently, however, we’ve decided to coordinate efforts, hence my being appointed to supervise the entire Branch, acting as Overseer to both the “Atlanta Research Complex for Bioscience, Medicine and Prototypes” and the “Greater Boston Research Complex for Applied Sciences and Manufacturing”. Both of these are lengthy titles, but they are well deserved.
Given how momentous the occasion was for me, moving up in the hierarchy of the Dynasty, I just thought I’d let you know, Dick, ol’ buddy ol’ pal. Damn, I shouldn’t have said that... Now I miss Scooby-Doo. It’s been almost three years and I still haven’t come to terms with all the things I’ll never experience again...
Oh well, it could be worse: I could have been eaten by the Wendigo!