![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
i don't want to leave the congo--
[Yes, sir, it has been a mighty fine vacation. A well-deserved break from the monotony of everyday life--from killing super mutants, sorting out everybody's issues, and yes, even the gracelessness of being over-encumbered. Indeed, he had chosen well to trek across good ol' U.S. of A.
Of course, when he and Dogmeat had reached the desolate fields of the Midwest and subsequently into the heart of Brotherhood of Steel territory, Neil had changed his mind rapidly. The flat land had nothing left to be desired. The mountains later on proved about the same. The groups and factions of various man, woman, and ghoul had threatened to drive a misanthrope insane.
Enough to make a man miss his stupid Capital Wasteland and its stupid yet mildly redeemable flaws.
That, however, is neither here nor there. Now the lonesome pair is sitting somewhere in the Mojave Wasteland, in the care of a stranger. The latter fact is odd, Neil understands, as it's been years since the man and his dog attempted to associate with another.
He ruffles Dogmeat's head, dark eyes curiously glued to their unusual host and his equally unusual companion hovering nearby. Not many people choose a robot to be their friend--Neil should know--yet this "ED-E" appears to constantly be at Alex's side.
It's curious.]
So. [Neil nods toward the machine.] What's the story with him?
Of course, when he and Dogmeat had reached the desolate fields of the Midwest and subsequently into the heart of Brotherhood of Steel territory, Neil had changed his mind rapidly. The flat land had nothing left to be desired. The mountains later on proved about the same. The groups and factions of various man, woman, and ghoul had threatened to drive a misanthrope insane.
Enough to make a man miss his stupid Capital Wasteland and its stupid yet mildly redeemable flaws.
That, however, is neither here nor there. Now the lonesome pair is sitting somewhere in the Mojave Wasteland, in the care of a stranger. The latter fact is odd, Neil understands, as it's been years since the man and his dog attempted to associate with another.
He ruffles Dogmeat's head, dark eyes curiously glued to their unusual host and his equally unusual companion hovering nearby. Not many people choose a robot to be their friend--Neil should know--yet this "ED-E" appears to constantly be at Alex's side.
It's curious.]
So. [Neil nods toward the machine.] What's the story with him?