(RW) [The Last Hope for Mankind] 1 – An Unfortunate Demise

[Synopsis] - Reborn in 2262 in the Wasteland of the Fallout Universe, exactly 25 years prior to the events of Fallout 4, Sarah Walker is born. Being not of this world and featuring a System, Sarah, who found herself an orphaned member of the Institute, strives to become a notable figure in the Institute, and one that would hopefully change it for the better, for not just themselves, but for those above ground as well. The Institute carries the hope of a better future, both underground and for the world above, and Sarah intended to make that creed a reality.

[1 – An Unfortunate Demise]

[A/N: Inspired by Dragonborn Saga by El_Don on Webnovel]

Sitting before a screen in a dark bedroom with walls covered in posters and boards of varying games and media such as Fallout, Skyrim, Warhammer, Marvel, DC, and many more was a young woman. 

On the screen before the woman was a list of names under a tab labeled 'Mods.'

[Unofficial Fallout 4 Patch]

[True Storms]

[Diverse Factions]

[The Deadly Commonwealth Expansion (Enemy Faction Overhaul)]

[CBBE]

[Lovers Lab Modpack]

[+!#&@ Mods]

Seemingly not noticing the glitch on the page, the woman looked over her massive mod pack with a smile.

"Finally finished. It took ages to download and sort all the mods," The woman commented in satisfaction, leaning back into their chair.

It took days upon days of micromanagement to order the mods in a workable manner that wouldn't instantly crash the game, but she did it.

Her PC wasn't the greatest, but it should be able to run the game, even with all the mods.

Exiting the page and waiting a minute, she was met with the main menu screen of Fallout 4, depicting a Red Rocket Gas station that was made into some home.

Clicking [New], she was warned that she wouldn't get any achievements due to active Mods, but she ignored it, as she has long since managed to obtain all the achievements for the game.

Suddenly, the screen went dark, and a title card read, 'Bethesda Studies presents... Fallout 4.'

A man's voice suddenly began to narrate over a battlefield, "War. War never changes."

"In the year 1945, my great-great-grandfather, serving in the army, wondered when he'd get to go home to his wife and the son he'd never seen. He got his wish when the US ended World War II by dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

The World awaited Armageddon; instead, something miraculous happened. We began to use atomic energy not as a weapon but as a nearly limitless source of power.

People enjoyed luxuries once thought the realm of science fiction. Domestic robots, fusion-powered cars, portable computers. But then, in the 21st century, people awoke from the American dream.

Years of consumption lead to shortages of every major resource. The entire world unraveled. Peace became a distant memory. It is now the year 2077. We stand on the brink of total war, and I am afraid. For myself, my wife, and my infant son - because if my time in the army taught me one thing, it's that war...war never changes."

With the last line, the screen went dark.

Sitting there waiting, the woman quickly began to frown when the waiting time extended to a minute, then two minutes.

"Ah yes...don't you just love when a Bethesda Game crashes? Exploring Boston is going to cause me to have an aneurysm," the woman predicted with annoyance before the black screen abruptly turned blindingly white, glitching and going dark again.

"What the fuck, Howard?! First, you blind me, then you give me false hope?! Dick move!" The girl cursed in anger, quickly examining the screen when her eyes adjusted from the light.

Cursing again, she found her entire PC crashed, not only the game. Reaching down to turn off the PC tower, she froze when it suddenly glowed and, before she could blink, exploded into a ball of flame.

No one knew what had happened after, but when the firefighters arrived on the scene, all they found was a scorched room and ash. Later on, a 'missing' status was put out for the woman, but she was never found, and her case soon became an unsolved mystery, one that would remain unsolved for all years to come and eventually completely forgotten.

...

Blinded by a white light, I found myself feeling weak, and I couldn't move or feel anything. My senses felt muted, and my body felt cold. I could hear commotion around me, but I couldn't make out the words due to my muted hearing.

However, before I could do anything else, exhaustion overwhelmed me, and I found myself drifting off to sleep.

...

I was doomed.

What god decided to curse me by not only throwing me into the Fallout Universe but into the Institute as well?!

The Institute is the boogeyman of the Commonwealth, and the amoral bastards don't even bother trying to change that fact since they admit to kidnapping people, killing them, and replacing them with Synths. Not only that, but there are many cases where they straight-up use violence to achieve their goals, wiping out settlements, killing children and the elderly, and so much more!

Taking a deep breath, I examined my room.

It's been a few years since I was born into the Institute, and not only was I an orphan, but also a mutant, which caused quite the amount of scorn I got from the other members of the Institute.

In what way was I a mutant? Simple, I was what those from my past life would call a 'Futa,' meaning that while I had the features of a female, I had the reproductive organs of both sexes, giving me a pussy and penis.

However, I was only ten years old and born twenty-five years before Fallout 4 began. The institute's leaders gave me a small room and assigned someone to give me an education, but due to my 'Mutation,' no one would adopt me. Not only that, but the other kids at the institute made me even more of an outcast.

While my start at this new life wasn't the worst that I could have gotten with the Fallout Universe, it still was going to cause me quite a few problems in the future.

You see, the Institute doesn't like deserters and will usually end up killing them or bringing them back. Not only that, but they've made an enemy of everyone in the Commonwealth due to their amoral practices, use of Synths, synthetic humans, and so much more, so I, frankly, wouldn't be able to escape if I wanted to, not unless I wanted Coursers and Synths hunting me down for the rest of my life or even the other factions that would seek me out due to my affiliations with the Institute.

"Sarah, are you paying attention?" My teacher, Eva Carter, asked drawing my attention from the desk I was sitting in.

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered with my childish voice.

"Is that so? Then please solve this problem," She told me, gesturing to a simple multiplication problem.

Looking over it for a moment, I answered before asking, "Six times four is twenty-four, would you like me to show my work?"

"Please," She smiled, gesturing towards the board.

Getting up from my seat, I ignored the looks of disgust and jealousy from the other kids.

Once I reached the board, I picked up a marker and began solving the problem before the class.

"Wonderful! You may return to your seat," She waved.

Once again, ignoring the stares, I returned to my seat and delved back into my thoughts.

It was no secret that Miss Carter favored me, and that only made the other kids more jealous of me, of course. The reason, I think she liked me so much, was because I did not hide my intelligence. 

If there's one thing I liked about the Institute, it was that it was a Technocratic meritocracy. Meaning, that they valued skill, learning, science, and intelligence above all else. That's right, if I wanted to get anywhere in the Institute, I had to prove myself. Not only to my peers, but also to the leadership of the Institute.

Leading the Institute was the 'Director,' a position that anyone could be voted in, but always ended up being the most intelligent and skilled. At the moment, our leader was 'Father,' who is one of the sole reasons for the existence of Mark III Synths and the child of the protagonist of Fallout 4, the Sole Survivor.

Synths were the main work force of the Institute, and were all androids. The first two generations of Synths were largely mechanical and possessed little intelligence or self awareness, with the first generation being entirely mechanical in nature, while the second generation had a synthetic skin that was yellowish and felt more like rubber. These two generations made the main bulk of our work force, and possesed little intelligence.

The third and newest generation, however, could be easily mistaken with a real human, having synthetic blood, skin, and more to imitate humans down to the base level. However, these third-generation synths had a few 'flaws.'

They had emotions, self-awareness, and had an implant within their brains along with two sets of DNA, the first being the DNA of Father, and whoever the Synths were based off of.

That's right, the third generation of Synths were Sapient, and that was a very very sensitive topic that would get people in trouble if spoke about out loud.

What the Institiute was basically doing with them, was Slavery, not that I could do anything about it as I was only ten years old and without any sort of influence or power in the Insititute.

Don't get me wrong, I could probably do something about it in the future, but as I am now, my efforts would be futile.

Other than the Father being at the head of the Insitute, there existed several...branches within the Insitute that everyone ended up in.

Advanced Systems, BioScience, Facilities, Robotics, and the Synth Retention Bureau.

Advanced Systems was essenitally responsible for manufactoring the weapons and armor of the Synths and Coursers, Coursers being modified Mark 3 Synths with the sole purpose being made for combat, while also being responsible for running Robotics and manufacturing new synths for the Insitiute. They were also responsible for other things, applied physics, teleportation, and more things that are currently...classified.

BioScience was responsible for making all of the food for the Insitiute along with the biomaterials needed to make the third generation of synths. If I remember correctly, they were working on a few other things as well, one of which I knew was F.E.V. research from the games along with Synthetic animals.

F.E.V. being the Force Evolutionary Viruis, that was repsonsible for the creation of a lot of the mutants of the wasteland, most commonly the Super Mutants, big, green, buff mutated humans that were typically very agressive. 

Facilities was responsible for keeping the Institute in operation on a day-to-day basis, like the making sure that the life support systems didnt break and leave us all to die or something else like making sure we had electricty and working lights. Not many people appreciated the work of those in Facilities, though I did understand why, as those who joined other branches felt like those in Facilities were lower than them in some way.

Robotics was obviously where the Insitiute did most of the thigns relating to the Synths, such as manufacturing, programming, and preparing the Synths.

Lastly, the Synth Retention Bureau was responsible for capturing runaway Synths and doing a lot of the surface operations. They were basically the big bullies of the Insitiute, as they were the enforcers and soldiers of the Insitiute, though most of the enforcing and surface operations were done by Coursers, not the men and women in the branch themselves.

Suddenly Miss Carter clapped, getting my attention.

"Good, I believe that's all I have for you today. I will see you all tomorrow!" She chipperly informed the class 

"Goodbye, Mrs. Carter. I wish you a good night," I told her as I got up from my seat and walked towards the door.

"Goodbye Sarah, and happy birthday!" She congratulated me with a smile.

Sighing and shaking my head, I thanked her and left the room.

Miss Carter was one of the few people in the entire Insititute to actually like me, with almost everyone else dispising me or ignoring me due to my proclaimed 'Mutant' status.

Walking out of the classroom, there were two corridors that looped around to other sections of the Insitiute while in front of me was the circular staircase that went above and below this floor.

Not stopping, I walked forward and up the stairs until I reached the very top.

There were only two levels above the one where the classroom lay, and my room was all the way at the top, in a small room that I claimed for myself, one that used to be a janitorial closet.

Sliding the door open, I stepped into my bleak and empty white room.

Briefly scanning my room revealed a small bed, dresser, mirror, and my small table that was accompanied by two chairs. On the wall, was a small clock that read 9:36 PM, just across from my bed.

Walking over to my bed, I flopped down onto it, exhausted and tired.

Ten years. ten long years since I found myself reborn, I was just thankful that the first couple of years were blank, with me hardly remembering much of it. I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be...conscious through my first couple of years, where I would have had to relearn how to walk, talk, and even use the bathroom.

Ten long years where I had no source of entertainment that was widly avaliable in my old life. The Insitiute was barren, and lifeless to my modern brain, with its while and gray color palet and lack of any sort of entertainment, such as comics, books, movies or anything else that would be remotly fun.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, my peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by a strange beep.

[Age Requirement met]

[Booting up the system...loading...loading...done]

[Activating System]

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[Name: Sarah Walker]

[Affiliations: The Institute]

[Level: 1]

[EXP: 0%]

[Combat: Bladed Weapons (0), Blunt Weapons (0), Throwing Weapons (0), Pole Arms (0), Small Guns (0), Big Guns (0), Energy Weapons (0), Explosives (0), Unarmed (0), Stealth (0), and Guerrilla Tactics (0)]

[Technical: Engineering (0), Robotics (0), Biology (0), Computers (0), Tailoring (0), First Aid (0), Surgery (0), Hacking (0), Lockpicking (0), Pickpocketing (0), Repair (0), Barter (0), and Persuasion (0)]

[Survival: Foraging (0), Butchering (0), Cooking(0), Trapping(0), Farming(0), and Husbandry(0)]

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