I emerge from the vault-- Ahhhhhh the light is so bright compared to the dark energy-efficient lights of the vault. I stumble towards the ruins of a forsaken city, devastated by nuclear fire, bandits, and who knows what else. I look down and see the only thing that has any value to me, an item passed down generation after generation. I know that without it I would be lost, a soul without a purpose.
As I walk down what was once a street, now rotting after thermonuclear decay, I am surrounded by old monoliths of an age long since past. One of the buildings, taller than any other I recognize as the empire state building. I am walking through the empty streets of the city that never sleeps, and there is no noise. Everyone who was once here is no longer, a skeleton rotting inside a bus, a discarded doll in the middle of a crumbling sidewalk.
After what seems like hours I finally arrive at my destination. “If any place in the world has what I need, it will be here” I say to no one in particular. It's growing dark, soon the city is about to become a much more dangerous place, for I have been told legendary stories about the kind of things that happen at night. Tales of mutants, slicing people in two, vicious dogs attacking the unarmed for a satisfying meal. Eager to not join the countless dead that surround me I enter the building.
Darkness, it is my only existence, the pitch black void stretches out infinitely, encompassing everything I know, everything I am. FLASH! FLASH! And then there was light, my aging flashlight continued to flicker as I explored the facility. I made my way down to the basement and activate a rust-covered generator. A dim glow spread from the fixtures attached to the ceiling and the sound of running machinery came to me from upstairs. Making my way to the to the source of the sound I proceed to follow the ancient instructions handed down from my father, which in turn came from my grandfather, and so on as far as anyone could remember.
Finishing with my work, I reconnected power and started the machine once again. A musical chime erupted from the depths of the two small black boxes fencing the computer's monitor. A moment later and I was greeted with a library full of steam games. I recall the words my father said to me on his deathbed “Son, take this SSD, journey to Tom's Hardware, the only place with powerful enough technology to fulfill your destiny. Play fallout 4 on max settings.”
The End.
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