diamond city's most effective detective

Lucille (sole): *passes by a gen 2 synth. Only catches the eyes* Nick?! *turns*

Gen 2: *blank emotionless stare. Face looks completely undamaged*

Lucille: ...No... of course he wouldn't be here. *sadly* They'd probably take him apart to study him. Or destroy him. Or both.

Gen 2: *robotically* Is something the matter, ma'am?

Lucille: Nothing. You wouldn't understand. *continues to explore*

‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.

‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’

‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’

'It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

So I have chosen, bucket by heavy bucket, to water this ground, to work day by day with dirty nails and aching limbs to nurture fragile green leaves to struggle against the sun. I have chosen to care because the desert heat will not.

I have chosen to struggle against this remorseless wasteland. Behold the field where I grow my fucks, and see that the fruit is ripening! Tomorrow hungry people will pass, starving not for want of food, but starving for someone to care.

And behold, I will open up my gate to them. I have chosen. If I can, when I can,