So after a year of trading and gathering parts, tinkering, repairing, and sleepless nights, she attached Frank to his robot body and hoped for the best as she started up the system. She became obsessed with the project, and Denford shortly agreed to help afterwards, knowing itd serve as a good protector against the Wasteland. So Ellie lovingly named the sentry bot head Frank, after Frankenstein (Denford later pointed out that Frankenstein was the name of the scientist, not the monster, to Ellie’s annoyance). With her dream of creating a post-apocalyptic Frankenstein in reach, Ellie took to the drawing board (must to the dismay of Denford). He found it had a simple personality routine, but the most exciting part was that, after patching the voice module, it was capable of stringing simple sentences together. It was battered but nothing the pre-war ghoul couldn’t fix. Salvaging what they could, and with the sentry bot head in tow, they ran back to their workshop in a Poseidon Gas Station. Amazingly, it had a mind of its own with a battered but fairly intact AI. It might’ve been an employee’s boredom, or just some discarded project, but it was an amazing find nonetheless - a damaged sentry bot! Though the body was beyond repair, the sentry bot’s head was still functioning. until the day the pair stumbled across Repconn HQ during a supply run. And though the pair are extremely proficient at robotics, creating a complex AI out of what little supplies they had was completely out of mind.ĭisheartened, Ellie soon began to lost motivation for her goal. Denford mentioned that the monster depicted in Shelley’s novel had a mind and intelligence of its own, not like any of the simply programmed sentry bots or protectrons you’d find around. One that’d be the Mojave’s own walking, mechanical nightmare against all villainy.īut there was one glaring problem - the robot would need to be sentient. One that’d instil fear into fiends and raider gangs alike. She wanted to be the creator of her own monstrosity - a robot assembled from the remains of many others. to a scary degree.īasically to the point where she wanted to be just like Victor Frankenstein himself. Of course, his memory wasn’t the best, and some parts may have been a *tiny* bit exaggerated, but it soon fuelled Ellie’s own hyper-active imagination. Mostly, he’d like reciting some of his favourite novels, one of which was Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. Sometimes it would be about what the pre-war Mojave was like. The mechanical abomination slowly took in its surroundings and staggered forward on an uneven leg, chainsaw glinting in one hand, missile launcher in the other.ĭenford, being the pre-war ghoul that he was, loved to recount stories from back then to Ellie. The sentry bot head whirred, and soon followed the rest of the parts - an eyebot antenna, a protectron torso, jutting mister Handy limbs. Rather than a monster of stitched together human parts, stood a concoction of mix-matched robots and mechanical components. Abandoned projects served as a looming reminder of the owner’s sheer obsession with their experiments. Components and salvage were strewn about in the gloom of the office. After the Great War, very few copies of the novel remain, and even fewer were alive to remember it, let alone recount it.Ĭenturies later, in 2281, deep in heart of the Mojave desert, a workshop stood shrouded in the ruins of a Poseidon Gas Station. You know of Frankenstein - the old, pre-war tale of a mad scientist and his twisted experiment.
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