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The fun part is that RFID chips are incredibly easy to break, and incredibly easy to clone/copy. Imagine buying your drink, then intentionally burning out the rfid chip with an extra-strong electromagnetic field and raising a stink because the machine won’t give you what you paid for. Free meal vouchers, maybe? Better yet if you can get behind the counter and burn out the chips on every cup at once.

You could also buy a cup, then scan and clone the RFID tag, and see what kind of system they’re using to keep track of what cups have refills left and which ones don’t. I’d bet money that it wouldn’t be complex or hard to reverse-engineer, and then it’s as simple as spoofing the correct information to the RFID chip reader at the drink dispenser, and you get 8000 refills for the next 99999 hours or whatever.

“Doritos locos taco… Colonel, what’s the procedure?”

“That’s a taco with a special shell, Snake – made not from an ordinary corn tortilla but designed to evoke the famous tortilla chip, packed with extreme flavor. Substitute the shell and prepare the rest of the taco normally.”

“Got it. Excuse me, customer. There’s both Cool Ranch and Nacho Cheese shells here. Which would you prefer?”

“Cool ranch, please.”

Bethesda:

The trope is called Crapsaccharine World. It’s when the narrative and presentation is intentionally misleading, to give the audience a false sense of security and understanding about things in the world. Then when the audience or the characters scratch the surface, they see just how completely shitty everything is/was and how much of a farce the initial presentation was to deliver wham moments and keep them guessing.

Also Bethesda:

Boston Food Riots Continue By Buster Connolly Boston Bugle Staff Writer

..."They were laughing! Joking about who they were going to shoot first. It was all a game to them. Those soldiers may not have fired on the crowd before that window got broke, but they was looking forward to it all the same."

One can only hope that the violence in Roxbury will be the last such incident our country has to suffer through. But until America finds the strength to question its domestic policies - and the food to feed its people - the future remains uncertain. 

And, gee, I don’t know... how about a majority of vaults you explore being a hellscape painted by audio logs and terminal entries telling of the completely unethical and inhumane social experiments conducted within?

Like virtually everyone is some enhanced being. They’re either an actual robot, have access to astounding technology, have been biologically augmented to be superior, are a gorilla, have magic, or are some combination of the five.

Then there’s McCree, Junkrat, and Roadhog.

McCree is just really good with a six-shooter.

Junkrat has explosives.

Roadhog is big.