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Dear [REDACTED],
The recording of this experiment may be insufficient, but crucial information has been extracted and still remains accurate. This is just a recording, the files will be sent soon. Two additional recordings will be sent later down the line. This is Phase One.
Vault 57 Automated System
Phase One: Chaotic Smooth
The Vault door closes and as the dwellers walk further into the Vault one looks back. A dweller by the name of Quentin. A rather gated person. He doesn't talk much about himself, and he was selected to join this vault just like everyone else. In order to be chosen to join this Vault your income had to be below $10,000 a year or less; results vary depending on the person.
Regardless, Quentin pondered, “Just how long are we going to stay here? I mean at least I was chosen for this Vault. I thought someone like me wouldn't be able to access these metal shoe boxes.” He continued further looking down at his feet. “Hey, watch it!” Quentin had bumped into a random fellow. He stunk, but a random crowd had formed and they all looked up. A massive screen is counting down to something.
3… 2… 1…
“Hello Vault Dwellers! This is your Vault Automated System or V.A.S and we at Vault-Tec would like to congratulate you all on surviving atomic annihilation. This Vault is unique as it has no Overseer, but it has something way better!”
A random person from the crowd applauded and a bit puzzled asked, “Yeah? What the fuck is it?”
The Vault Automated System responded, “Hold your horses folks! Because of your hapless situation before entering this vault, America would like to help lift you from your poor situation and give you the amenities the rich would be having.”
The dwellers look around even more puzzled but the Vault 57 Automated System continued, “I'm talking pools, hot tubs, saunas, extravagant food, beverages, a casino made to specifically replicate that of the Tops Casino in Vegas, relaxation spots, and beds the rich would have. Though for safety reasons the Vault does not have weapons, we do have an automaton security force consisting of Protectrons and Assualtrons for your protection. Now enough talking; Go have fun!”
All the dwellers ran to go enjoy the amenities the vault had given them, but Quentin stood there. He saw everyone ravaging the food and beverages like a pack of wolves. It took some time for Quentin to walk to the cafeteria. He scored himself some Salisbury Steak and sat down. Everything and everyone has calmed down a bit. “People were acting more civilized, maybe it was the rush to fulfill the empty joy they've had in their lives. Stuff for the first time, like Black Fridays in malls.” Quentin said to himself as he observed everyone.
A couple months pass by and the number of people in the vault have shot up from 200 to 232. Quentin has taken into account how many people would be able to fit comfortably in the vault and he counted 400 beds. Quentin has noticed a leader on the rise amongst the vault, America dwellers by the name of Royle Doyle. Quentin thought the name was pretty funny, but he was practically the Vault's Overseer. He established a system where people had to be given permission to have intercourse, made several clubs to better fit people and not have them just run around, people actually had jobs that tethered to their interest, everything was basically in a perfect line order and it was like this for 4 years.
Phase Two: Curiosity Struck the Cat
The number of people have grown exponentially previously we were 232, now we are 397. We are almost at the limit and Royle Doyle has elected himself as the overseer. Here is a recording of his self election along with a couple of announcements.
Recording Replays
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Royle Doyle
“People of Vault 57. It is I: Royle Doyle and I'm here to announce my election as your Overseer”
*People cheering*
Royle Doyle
“One thing you guys will not be happy about is uhh [uncrumbles a paper]... I'm going to have you guys stop the uh i-intercourse.”
*sounds of distraught and displeasure*
Thomas Jacob
“I want a kid man how am I supposed to have one now?”
Royle Doyle
“That's easy… You dont. Now I know you guys may hate this and I do too, but we cant exceed the limit. We have to wait till a couple of us die first in order to have more children. I also have other announcments!”
*clapping from the crowd*
Royle Doyle
“The… meat is running out. I'm not sure how but I'll figure it out soon.”
Quentin Quench
“Sir I have a question we all should be asking! Where Does any of the supplies in the vault even come from? How do we know if our supplies are truly unlimited?”
*murmurs*
Royle Doyle
“Like I said, I'll handle it no worries!”
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Recording Ends
Quentin has always been curious about the Vault 57's true purpose. So he goes to look around. He doesn't find anything of course. It is when he leans on a wall that he finds something out. It's hollow, but before he can find anything out whats behind the wall he's grabbed by the shoulder. It's Royle Doyle.
“Quentin, oh Quentin! I'm the overseer of this vault I have to maintain order stop stirring up conspiracies!” Royle Doyle said as he shook Quentin.
“Look man, this vault is very eerie–” Royle Doyle puts his finger on Quentin's lips telling him to hush.
“Listen young man, this Vault can not get another hint of what you're thinking of. You're going to throw them into a frenzy so I suggest you stop. We need a sterile and calm vault. Right now everyone is a bit tense because of my little announcement, besides we cant have too many people here we need enough for ourselves! We can keep sharing everything.” Royle Doyle then pushes Quentin away from the sketchy door. Quentin walks off rubbing his shoulder.
It is now night time in the Vault everyone is asleep and Quentin is thirsty. He gets some water and tours the vault a little bit. The “jobs” people have been assigned weren't really jobs just… activities posing as jobs. Quentin knows that and sees as the vault itself is already losing some function.
“Lights flicker, walls colored with symbols of rust, the ship is showing signs of sinking, it's now up to the crew to decide whether they should fix it or not.” Quentin wrote in his journal. Quentin then walked past a room with the door slightly creaked up. Quentin knows better not to peek in a room but lately his curiosity has been peaked. Quentin ducks down and his eyes widen. He sees Royle Doyle standing over a couple. They weren't moving, but he assumed they were sleeping. That's until Royle Doyle turned his attention to the crib.
Drip…. Drip…. Quentin sees blood all over the arms of Royle Doyle he hears him muttering something like, “Safety, sterile, order…” Royle Doyle stares at the sleeping child for a bit. Then he puts both his hands into the crib. The sight almost made Quentin throw up and so he backed away. [Spray can rolls] Quentin had knocked over a spray can. To make sure Royle Doyle hasn't heard him he checks underneath the door only to be met with Royle Doyle's eyes. He stares at Quentin. His eyes scream for bloodlust and order. And so Quentin ran and Royle Doyle gave chase.
“I don't know who you are but you better get over here!” Royle Doyle shouts at Quentin. Quentin tries to get help from the security but they choose to ignore him. But Quentin remembered the hollow wall. So Quentin ran towards it. He desperately tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. Royle Doyle turns the corner to see Quentin so he picks up pace. Quentin then conveniently opens the wall and closes it just in time.
“Where are you? I'll fucking find you, you murdering piece of shit!” Royle Doyle screams out.
Quentin then slides down the wall and rests his head over his hands. He is absolutely filled with fear and disgust. He throws up and cries. Quentin gives himself time to rest, he plans to stay in there for a while. Then he heard something.
Beep… Beep… [Terminal turns on]
Quentin sees a terminal. So quietly he gets up and looks through it. It's a terminal containing the files of everyone in the vault. A thought struck through the mind of Quentin. He searches up the name: Royle Doyle… it doesn't show. This is odd. If this terminal contains the files of every pre-war vault dweller then why isn't Royle Doyle's file here? He shuffles through the files some more and sees that there is one person unaccounted for. He hasn't arrived since the vault doors closed.
Then behind Quentin a screen turns on…
Phase Three: The Royle Flush
It's been 1.5 years since the death of the family of dwellers; one man, one woman, and a child. Royle Doyle, a bit disheveled, went up and made an announcement to the crowd. Quentin is in it... watching. He is still visibly shaken, he can't do anything about it too. But Quentin knows something everyone doesn't. Royle Doyle isn't supposed to be here.
Recording Replays
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Royle Doyle
“[Twitches a little bit] I'm sorry for not addressing it earlier, b-but I too I'm sad about the death of this family.”
*breath visibly shakens*
Royle Doyle
“I have now made the executive decision to open up the intercourse program. Everyone is free to do so now. All rules will now be pulled back!”
*crowd cheers*
Jane Lewis
“why the sudden pull back overseer?”
Royle Doyle
“V.A.S. suddenly gave me control of the systems here in the vault. I can do soooo much now [laugh maniacally].”
*Royle Doyle runs off to do his own thing laughing*
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Recording Ends
Quentin is very thrown off. What makes it worse is now everyone is in a frenzy to have intercourse. To avoid the mess he goes back into the hollowed out room. He can't help but think back to the moment the Vault spoke. Quentin replays the recording.
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Vault Automated System
“Hello Quentin Quench.”
Quentin Quench
“Wha-what the hell? What is going on?”
Vault Automated System
“Royle Doyle is a very valuable asset to the Vault. Though he wasn't meant to be here he is a very welcome addition to the experiment.”
Quentin Quench
“What do you mean ‘experiment’? Why are you using us as guinea pigs?”
Vault Automated System
“If you may. Since we are close to completion you shall know Vault 57's true purpose. The purpose of this experiment is to see how long can society last in a perfect environment. An environment where jobs, societal norms, anything a civilization needs to function is well... practically not needed anymore.”
Quentin Quench
“I assume us being in poverty has something to do with this?”
Vault Automated System
“Yes, it plays heavily into the experiment. People of the poor kind have always dreamed of the luxury that the rich enjoy. So what happens when you mix that with the aim of the experiment? Results, and that's what Vault-Tec needs.”
Quentin Quench
“Well what about Royle Doyle's powers as ‘overseer’?”
Vault Automated System
“He has access to whatever he needs to help aid in this experiment. He's unaware as to what the experiment truly is, except for you. If you spread word of what was talked about in this room… you will be wiped from the database.”
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Recording Ends
Quentin had replayed the recording and had sat himself in the room thinking for a while. Then the cruel melody of screams can be heard scratching the walls outside of the room. Quentin rushes out only to be met with wet feet. The halls are painted in blood. Something must've happened while he was listening to the recording. He walked around to the main area and it was beyond what he had imagined. Royle Doyle is attempting to calm a man down.
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Royle Doyle
“Look man I love women just as much as the next guy, but I cant have you keep them for yours- h-hostage!”
Jason David
“Y-you just want all the women for yourself! These ones are mine… ALL MINE! BACK! BACK!
Protectron
“Halt. Lethal force will be initiated. Let go of the people.”
Jason David
If I can't have her… THEN NO ONE CAN!
*slits the woman's throat*
*screams can be heard*
Protectron
“Engaging…”
*Laser fire hits Jason David*
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Recording Ends
Quentin is shaken by the events that transpired. Later he found out that Jason David is just a few of the men hoarding women for themselves. They claim themselves as ‘Alphas’ and that they're the strongest. It caused a lot of the weaker dudes in the vault to either remain asexual or use other dudes to satisfy themselves. Quentin has spent a majority of his time in the hollowed out room. Looking through the terminal. Quentin has a growing desire to leave the vault. He needs to leave this place for the vault will soon paint itself to resemble that of hell. Quentin is afraid and he needs to leave. His chances outside are better than inside.
After waiting for a good bit, Quentin steps out and is seen walking. He sees the door that leads to the entrance of the vault. Days pass as Quentin waits for the perfect opportunity to leave the vault… today is that day. He couldn't go earlier because the halls were swarming with other dwellers. He then runs out of the room and to the door. Right on the other side is the exit out of this hell hole. Before Quentin can open it he gets a cold feeling on his shoulder. He looks back and screams. It's Royle Doyle… he has deformed beyond recognition. His hands wear nails sharp enough to cut metal, his appearance now resembles that of any skeleton, and his teeth are decorated around his mouth. He has mutated.
Horrified Quentin leaves his hand on the button for the door. “R-Royle… w-what happened to you?”
Shivering Royle Doyle looks at him, “I-I was supposed to be an order incarnate…Order, order, Order!” He shouts at Quentin and it causes one of his ears to bleed. Quentin cries out in pain. “The blood… i-it got into my mouth. T-the taste I couldn't get enough of. Hunger is wanting something else not from the cafe-cafeteria! You know something Quentin. Something you're not supposed to know.” Quentin panics and opens the door, but Royle Doyle grabs him and picks him up in the air. His jaw breaks as he prepares for a feast. [VOOM VOOM] Royle Doyle is met with laser fire. Protectrons fire at him and an Assaultron charges at him, “Unknown entity spotted. Engaging.” Quentin makes a break for it and slams the door shut. He breaks the sliding mechanism so no one can follow him. He attempts to open the vault door. He is stopped
Recording Replays
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Vault Automated System
“Quentin, you are not authorized to opt out of the experiment. It is still ongoing”
Quentin Quench
“What's do you mean? Please let me out here!”
*automatron can be heard being torn apart*
Protectron
“Hostile is aggressive, send more units to Vault entrance.”
*Royle Doyle roars*
Vault Automated System
“The purpose of this experiment is to seek an answer as to how long can a perfect society remain perfect. In short: Can the poor maintain themselves in a society built for the rich? How long can they go at it?”
Quentin Quench
“So you're telling me I'm stuck here?”
Vault Automated System
“Precisely…”
*scratching at the door*
*Door is lifted up by Royle Doyle*
Quentin Quench
“PLEASE LET ME OUT! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU ALL ASK PLEASE! I DONT WANT TO DIE!”
Vault Automated System
“We at Vault-Tec are happy to be of service to you. Thank you for signing the form and thank you for choosing… Vault-Tec!”
*Door slams open*
*Royle Doyle roars*
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Recording Ends
Dear, [REDACTED],
The recording of all phases have been sent. The information includes recordings of a dwellers called Quentin Quench and Royle Doyle to name a few. The results have reached the quota you have set up. The experiment is a success.
Vault 57 Automated System.