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Hey there, new fan, just saw your Vault 16 song (Which I love) and I was hoping to get a little bit more in depth explanation of what exactly it is?
Sure, no problem! Iāll preface, just to be clear, that Vault 16 has yet to actually appear in any of the Fallout games, so if it ever does, itāll probably be wildly different to the one in the song.
Basically itās one of the few vaults that didnāt have a malicious sociological experiment behind it. The extent of the experiment wasĀ āmake sure all the inhabitants are the best doctors and medical experts, so they can pool their efforts together to help find cures for diseases.ā This goes as far as schools only teaching basic everyday school stuff, and medical studies, so children can only grow up with a degree in medicine. To help them do their research, they have an AI computer of some kind (never ended up naming it) that keeps track of all of the data theyāve compiled, and monitors all the inhabitants of the vault.
Everythingās going fine for the vault inhabitants for a number of decades, until the AI suffers a logic error of sorts. It decides that instead of trying to eradicate the diseases and viruses themselves, they should be eliminating the methods through which these viruses spread themselves around. It just so happens that the virus theyāre researching at the time is an airborne one, so it shuts down all air ventilation in the vault, depriving all the inhabitants of oxygen and killing everyone.
It deems this to be a success, and basically builds upon that logic by thinking āviruses need organic creatures to spread around, so the answer must be kill all organic creatures.ā Thus, if you were to encounter the vault, the AI would be doing whatever it can to kill you while youāre inside.
Thereās a thematically similar vault in Fallout 4 the deals with cures to diseases and such, and itās probably better written in regards to Vault-Tecās intentionally dangerous experiments, but theyāre just different enough for me to be okay with that.
It was also pretty heavily influenced by Jonathan Coulton and his nerdy robot stuff, so Iād recommend you go check him out if you liked Vault 16.
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>OVERSEERāS HOLOTAPE
>WARNING: CONFIDENTIAL
>OVERSEER EYES ONLY
[Registered Residents of Vault 16]
[Human Residents]
Brisby family: Stanley
Castillo family: Nathan, Olivia, daughter Laura
Duncan family: Finn, Kayla, son Michael
Kowalski family: Brian, Matthias
Lawrence family: Kenneth, Julia
Robertson family: Ellis, Helen, son Thomas
Sidney family: Edward, Veronica, son Geoffrey
Stevenson family: Theodore, Mary, son Jacob, daughter Kathy
Vicario family: Samuel, Tabitha, daughter Faith
Willoughby family: Daniel, Lillian, son Christopher, son Vincent
[Equine Residents]
Cass Ole; Stallion, Thoroughbred, black in colour
Clover; Mare, Lipizzan, white in colour.
Dandy Apple; Stallion, Tennessee Walker, palomino in colour.
Misty; Mare, American Paint Horse, brown and white in colour.
Ms. Macy; Mare, Clydesdale, roan in colour.
Snow; Mare, Andalusian, white in colour.
Stormwind; Stallion, Arabian, dapple grey in colour.
[VAULT 16 OVERSEER INSTRUCTIONS]
CONFIDENTIAL CONFIDENTIAL CONFIDENTIAL
OVERSEER EYES ONLY
Vault 16 is one of several vaults designed to test the long-term relation between humans and animals on unaware, human and equine subjects. Your staff will be assigned to different sectors of the vault and will monitor the growth and progress of both human and equine.
Under no circumstance should anyone resort to consuming the horses. This includes food supply running low and if a horse is to die of natural causes. This goes especially for the Overseer and your staff.
Because of the nature of this vault in its efforts to care for both human and horse, there should be ample area for farming under artificial sunlight. As the Overseer, it is your duty to screen and test any of the civilians living in the vault to see whether or not they can facilitate the growth of food for possible long term lock down from the outside elements.
Please note that horses are being fed a special supply of food and must only have that. You can mix it with other foods, but the food we have provided for the horses must be distributed twice daily.
If any of the subjects are to die, they are to be disposed of in the incinerator. We at Vault-Tec stress the importance of not resorting to consuming the horses under any circumstances.
Vault entry way must remain sealed under any circumstances.
[Operations Protocol Manual]
[Resident Admittance]
Upon Activation Notice from Vault-Tec, all personnel are required to report to the Entry Area and assist with the admittance of Vault Residents as well as seven horses. Residents are to be admitted after the seven horses, and in a neat, organised line.
At no time should the human residents come into contact with the horses till they are assigned their jobs within the vault.
[Stables]
The stables house seven out of a possible ten horses. Astro turf has been installed where the horses are to be stabled, and well fertilised soil takes up over 80% of where the horses are allowed to roam.
[Staff Duties]
[Science Staff]
Members of the research and medical teams must monitor the vital signs and status of the horses daily. A team of two medical units must see to the physical and general examinations of vault residents every two months that they are contained in Vault 16.
Members of the research team must also develop flora for consumption that can thrive in artificial sunlight.
[Security Personnel]
Security patrols are to be carried out on a constant six-hour rotation. Security priorities include:
-Monitoring for signs of intrusion
-Monitoring the stables for hostile intentions by residential workers
-Settling disputes among personnel
-Enforcement of regulations set forth by the Overseer
-Enforcement of regulations set forth by Vault-Tec
[Facility Services & Maintenance]
The position of cafeteria cook and distributor can be applied to by residents of Vault 16. Janitorial duties must be carried out by residents on a schedule.
The exact distribution of these roles is left to Overseer discretion.
[All Clear & Evacuation]
[All-Clear Message]
Following a nuclear event, Vault-Tec will monitor hazards such as radiation levels, enemy invasion, subsequent attacks, and other factors. Once conditions are deemed safe, this terminal will receive an all-clear notice.
Upon receiving the all-clear notice, Vault-Tec personnel may be evacuated at Overseer discretion. Disregard any notices from organizations or individuals not associated with Vault-Tec, including government and military.
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>SECURITY LOGS
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Welcome, Richard Monroe
[October 23, 2077]
The residents and the horses have been led into the vault. Glad I wasnāt part of the crew brining in the horses. Heard that some of the wranglers got dragged around a bit and needed help getting them in here.
Understandably, the first attack that landed mustāve scared the shit out ofĀ āem. They have no clue whatās going on.
Maybe itād be nice to be an animal and have not much of a concept of the happenings of the world.
Itās almost surreal what happened just this afternoon. I want to think that this is just some public attraction and weāre all just paying guests. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, Iāll wake up from this nightmare.
[November 25, 2077]
Itās Thanksgiving here. The crew assigned to taking care of the horses today pitched in and gave the horses something special for Thanksgiving. Sugar Bombs and Dandy Boy Apples mixed with their normal alfalfa pellets and corn. I wouldnāt have recommended the Sugar Bombs myself, but the vets said itās fine for just this one time.
The cooks in the mess hall have been preparing some of the food wares we have. Mostly, that just means Salisbury Steaks, PorkĀ āNā Beans, Cram... probably, and Potato Crisps. Oh, maybe some Yum Yum Devilled Eggs as well.
Canāt wait.
[December 24, 2077]
Carla in my division gave me a gift. She said that I could open it before Christmas and that it was a thing that her family did when she was younger; opening one present on Christmas Eve and then saving the rest for Christmas Day.
... I donāt really even remember what it was like to do Christmas stuff. I havenāt celebrated it since... well, since leaving college.
The gift Carla gave me was a multi-coloured wax figure of a German Shepherd that was about two inches tall. The ears are maybe too big, but itās definitely the thought that counts. Especially when weāre so limited in what we can give to one another. Carla must have made the dog figure out of the wax crayons that the more artistically inclined use.
[November 8, 2078]
Dammit it all. After months of things going somewhat smoothly after Stormwind died, one of the horses went hostile. Dandy went and bit Kayla Duncan hard enough that it broke her hand and some of her fingers. The vets are taking him back to see if thereās something up there.
Pretty sure itās because theyāre not frolicking under natural sunlight anymore, but what do I know? Iām just one of the security personnel.
[January 17, 2079]
Two of the horses fell ill after Snow had her baby. The reports from the vets is that one is developing cataracts as well as seems to be losing muscle mass. Getting old, maybe? The other one is Dandy again -- apparently he managed to puke, and there was some blood found in his urine.
I hope whatever Dandy is going through doesnāt spread to us. Weāre in an air tight facility with no escape. I hope the vets quarantine him.
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I donāt think I ever experienced a Valentineās Day so depressing. Sure, we have some couples here that are attempting to make the best of it, but even I feel bad that there are no reservations or outings to special places for these people. I guess thatās also because I have to deal with some of the lovey-dovey business while I'm trying to eat breakfast in the mess hall.
Maybe I feel more sorry for myself in that regard -- sorry that I still seem to have some petty jealousy instead of learning how to cope and survive.
Glad I have stable work today and tomorrow.
[Entry: Stanley Brisby 3/24/2078]
Stormwind died today.
Itās a real shame. No one is really sure what happened with him, and our vets are going to perform an autopsy to see what the cause of death could have been.
At the very least, he was able to get frisky with Snow. Heard from one of the vets that Snowās having his baby.
Iāll pitch the idea of having the baby named Hailstorm. At least itād be better than what some jockeys named their horses in those races.
Who names a horse Little Mister Playboy?
[Entry: Stanley Brisby 3/31/2078]
The results of the autopsy came back for Stormwind. Apparently the lymph nodes under his jaw had swollen. A lot of the residents arenāt trained to look for those signs, and we were never told about any irregularities to look out for.
This doesnāt change the fact that I feel somewhat responsible for Stormwindās death. I should have been more preceptive when I was adding feed to their troughs.
[Entry: Stanley Brisby 4/7/2078]
One of the Kowalski brothers got into a fight with Ellis. Apparently Ellisā son was acting out, and Brian didnāt like that. It was hard to ignore the flurry of names and eventual fisticuffs that went down. It was during lunch in the mess hall.
Both Brian and Ellis ended up going to the medical bay to get their wounds treated. Never thought Iād see someone pull a knife on someone down here.
Last I heard, though, both of them are going to be detained for a while to make sure that no further conflicts break out.
One day after the nukes hit. I woke up today hoping that it was all just a bad dream. That the US, China, varying European countries, and Russia didnāt resort to solving everything with nuclear weaponry. I guess it was just wishful thinking on all accounts.
Today, I start my new life in Vault 16. We were handed some jumpsuits that were a little gaudy, if you asked me. But we were forced from our normal, casual clothing into these jumpsuits. Ridiculous.
The Overseer wants us to meet in the atrium once weāve changed.
[Entry: Julia Lawrence 10/26/2077]
Everyone here has been assigned with jobs to do while here in the vault. Fair, I guess. The vault is a possibly long term solution to what is going on just outside the vault seal.
Thereās a kind of farm, too. Horses are kept here. Weird that we have horses. Down here, theyāre useless compared to any other farm animal. Are we meant to use them as... food? In case things go dire?
Iād rather not think about it. Horses are not creatures bred for slaughter.
[Entry: Julia Lawrence 10/31/2077]
I work three days in a week. Today is one of my off days. Some of the kids that were brought down here are doing what they can to dress up for Halloween. I feel bad for them in a way.
None of them really know why the bombs dropped. To have a proper life stripped from them and to be forced into these vaults for any chance of survival. Itās a little cruel.
Iām glad that their parents went out of their way to at least make some kind of Halloween event.
[Entry: Julia Lawrence 11/15/2077]
Havenāt written on this terminal for a while. Thatās fine. There hasnāt been much to talk about.
I guess I made friends with the Robertsons. Ellis and Helen are nice, and their son, Thomas, is really well behaved. Heās a comic book enthusiast and likes drawing pictures of Grognak the Barbarian. Says heās his favourite.
How about life on the job?
My favourite horse to work with so far is the white mare; her name is Snow. Sheās really friendly and always seems really happy when people come to take care of the horses in the stables.
[Entry: Julia Lawrence 1/24/2078]
This is why I donāt keep journal entries. Iām never consistent.
Today is an important one, though. Our doctors found that Snow is pregnant and has been since before the bombs fell. It was just more obvious with how she had been acting recently.
Sheās going to be a great mother. Iām kind of hoping I work with the horses the day that baby Snow is born.
[Entry: Julia Lawrence 3/26/2078]
Iām waiting for some autopsy reports from the veterinarians that were assigned to this vault. Stormwind had a swollen jawline at work a few days back and I reported it. I feel that I reported it a day too late, though. If only I noticed sooner, maybe Stormwind could have been treated sooner.
In the meantime, Iāve been attempting to keep Snow more company, even on the days that I donāt work toĀ āearn my keepā, as the Overseer says.
[Entry: Julia Lawrence 3/31/2078]
Dr. Stemmins approached those of us that were working today and discussed the results of the autopsy. He stated that the swollen lymphs in Stormwindās jawline was a result of leukaemia and that they lacked the proper equipment and chemotherapy to properly care for that.
Why werenāt these Vault-Tec people fully prepared for taking care of the animals? I can only assume itās because we werenāt going to stay down here for long, but thatās a shitty excuse.
They should have been prepared for anything. What if one of us human residents have medical needs that need to be seen to? Are we going to get the same response? Are we going to be denied proper care, or be welcomed by the embrace of euthanasia because we donāt have the proper medicine?
A late entry, but thatās fine. I just thank God that my family and I were able to get to Vault 16 before the nukes struck most of the east coast. Helen hasnāt been too happy about what it means to live in this vault, though. Everyone is tasked with weird jobs regarding horses.
Whatever! Taking care of some horses is way better than being outside and dealing with any kind of nuclear terror thatās going on!
[Entry: Ellis Robertson 10/28/2077]
Halloween is right around the corner, and Thomas has been throwing a fit about how he wonāt get to go trick-or-treating, or dress up as his favourite, Grognak the Barbarian. Maybe itās for the best, though. Helen always seems to get mad when Tommy brings up the latest issue of Grognak.
The comic is for a bit of an older crowd, but itās all I could afford to buy. Silver Shroud comics would have just gone over poor Tommyās head with all the crime drama and mystery.
[Entry: Ellis Robertson 10/30/2077]
Well... I managed to take some of the old horse blankets and use them for a makeshift costume for Thomas. I got them cleaned real good, but theyāre the right shade of green, and there are some limited arts and crafts materials that might just make this possible!
[Entry: Ellis Robertson 10/31/2077]
Tonight ended pretty well. Helenās a little miffed, but thatās fine. Since the whole nuclear strike, Thomas at least deserves something fun. Taking care of the horses down here is exhausting. Sure, the kids like the horses, but feeding them, cleaning up their poop, and having to make sure the special gym tailored to their exercise is clean and sterilised is just too much sometimes.
I might be complaining too much. Itās only been eight days since we were evacuated from Baltimore. Besides, itās not so bad.
Preserve the animals!
I wonder why only horses, though. You would think that we would have dogs and cats, too? Horses are farm animals, so how about pigs, cows, chicken, or other farm animals? I guess maybe because it would stink too much?
