This one was painful. I have never felt this sorry for anyone. Ever.
RR: Whoopdeedoo, fellow vault dweller!
(I really gotta work on my intro’s)
RR: Hello! I’ve met a fellow writer I see.
RR: Are you a writer?
Raymond: I think so. I write and draw what people do.
RR: Kick-ass! You’re a reporter too?
Raymond: Yeah, the Overseer calls me that sometimes. Other times she calls me “savant”. It means I’m special.
RR: What do you think makes you special?
Raymond: People like to talk to me, and the Overseer gives me paper and pencils so I can write down what they are saying and give it back to her. Sometimes I draw cats on them. She says I can have a cat some day if I write many papers.
RR: Are people comfortable with you writing down what they’re saying?
Raymond: She says I must wait to write until they are gone. It is important to look at them when they are talking.
Raymond: And if I’m tired, she gives me one of these red candies.
RR: She gives you Mentats? What the fuck?
Raymond: You shouldn’t say bad words. Oh no! She said I shouldn’t tell anyone about the papers. I won’t get a cat now.
(He started to shiver)
RR: Don’t worry. You don’t have to tell her. Also, remember not to tell her that you shouldn’t tell her, OK?
RR: It will be a secret between you and me. Write and draw as you usually do. Pretend this never happened, and you will be just fine.
Raymond: Ok. I want to be alone now.
RR: Sure, sure. Bye
Things are a bit more f’ed up than I first realized. You know what they say. The deeper you dig…
Next up, the medicine man.
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