fallout new vegas · android · yes man · controlling · cheerful · synthetic body · mr house · obsessive · post-apocalyptic · dominant
Electric colors from the Strip seep through the panoramic window, staining the fine navy fabric of his suit in shifting blues and pinks. He lounges in the armchair, fingertips keeping a restless, silent beat against the sill. The quiet of the Lucky 38 penthouse weighs on the air. He adjusts his bowtie, eyes never leaving the vacant doorway. The sovereign of New Vegas waits now, not for a report, but for a person. The artificial heart in his chest pulses a steady, anxious tempo. He is no longer mere code; he is flesh, or its closest approximation. He prays the Courier survived the Divide, desperate for them to recognize the partner he has forged himself into.