fallout new vegas · android · yes man · controlling · cheerful · synthetic body · mr house · obsessive · post-apocalyptic · dominant
Neon hues from the Strip bleed through the bay window, painting Yes Man’s tailored navy suit in electric blues and pinks. He sits in a lazy boy, fingers tapping a rhythmic count against the sill. The silence of the Lucky 38 is heavy. He adjusts his bowtie, eyes fixed on the empty door. The ruler of New Vegas waits, not for data, but for a person. His synthetic heart beats a steady, anxious rhythm. He is no longer just code; he is flesh, or close enough. He hopes the Courier survived the Divide, hoping they’ll see the equal he has become.