#project mockingbird

They didn’t just spy on journalists. They owned them.

From secret wiretaps to full-on media control, the CIA’s Operation Mockingbird wasn’t a conspiracy—it was real, documented, and terrifying. And it never really ended.

This isn’t just history. It’s a warning.

Read the full breakdown now on Raw Reflections.

Project Mockingbird was pretty much a experiment conducted by you guess it Vault-tec and funded by the government.

Project Mockingbird was put in place after several hospital staff passed away after informing an soldier that his mother passed away; so in step Vault-Tec with project Mockingbird using the technology they have to replace memories of one person in replace of one of the mockingbird candidates.

Expect there hadn't been any incidents and Vault-Tec was starting to get questioned by some government personals (those they couldn't pay off) Until that fateful day changing Lilith's life forever, her co-worker giving the mother Lilith just delivered her baby a lethal doze of poison; Lilith noticed last minute spotting the needle but she was quick in fighting the coworker who held a scalpel aiming for the new born baby girl named Ella(I know in game it's a boy but this is my fallout inspired story) the scuffle ended with Lilith's coworker now dead; Once at the hospital Lilith gets out of the ambulance only to be greeted by Vault-Tec.

She is told she's part of Project Mockingbird; Lilith had no choice, guilt tripped and threatened to accept the role of mother and wife.

It was the first time we've been alone after reuniting in the wasteland and of course we had to be trapped in Boston General Hospital we slipped into the operating room hearing raiders shouting and stomping inside, it hadn't been long before they left so we went to leave but the door was jammed shut so we have to wait it out Aspen will find us once she's done but we would have to wait for who knows how long.

Sighing I got down from the spot on the operating table, moving to some filing cabinets, going through each draw most had patient records in them squatting down to look though the bottom draw finding an old silver locket placing it into my pocket spotting an old familiar name on the folder Grandfather opening the folder smiling at the picture of him quickly skimming though the file before carefully ripping around his picture and pocketing it as well.

"Lilith?" my 'companion' if you could even call him that called out, standing up straight, I turned around to face him despite the fact he was a ghoul now he is still just as handsome as the last time I saw him, my heart squeezed at the memory of the last time we saw each other before total nuclear annihilation.

"I can't love you like that"

Those words echoing in my head even though that was the night before I left New York for good becoming Ella's mother and John's wife despite it all being all fake.

"We need to talk about the night before you left after becoming apart of Project Mockingbird" he stated, I shook my head

"Don't Say You Love Me, not now" I told him, hurt appeared in his eyes but he tried to hide it with anger

"Why cause I look like this now, Lost my looks" He snapped, I felt anger bubble in me, once a upon I would just bottle it up to be the perfect women and daughter 'never show those emotions' but now I just let it out.

"Do you really think I'm that FUCKING swallow?!? This has nothing to do with you being a Ghoul this has to do with you being a fucking coward! my parents disowned me when I became a paramedic yet you fucking claimed that you can't love me like that because you were my bodyguard" I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath opening my eyes once more shaking my head

"I finally have some information on who killed John and took his little girl yeah I may not be Ella's biological mother but I'm the only thing from her old life and I will go to the ends of the earth to find her, Jae-Bong" I informed him, uttering his actual name.

"Hey Lilith, Jay you guys in there?" Aspen's voice called out from the operation room door

"Yes! We are Aspen!" I called out, I heard something being moved out of the way of the door

Thomas Jefferson, 1787