"This is what MIT congenitally mentally handicapped has spent two hundred years researching?"

In front of Dr. Braun, the foul-tongued women's clothing boss, is a "synthetic human" captured by soldiers of the Revolutionary Union from the Boston wasteland Diamond City

As for the fact that the "Human Revolutionary Federation" came out of nowhere to trouble the "Academy", most of the residents of the Boston Wasteland who have been suffering from the Academy for a long time raised their hands in favor.

…… In other words, when faced with a group of imposing power armored soldiers, they feel that their choice is only "in favor".

Then, to the surprise of these Boston residents, these "Human Revolutionary Union" soldiers have no interest in those synths who have revealed their identity as "synths".

A synth detective named Valentine, who lives in Diamond City, is politely turned down to help.

It's also easy to understand that Mishan is looking for the academy, and he's looking for synths just for clues...... Of course, it is more useful to find synths who have not revealed their identities and are still hidden in the crowd.

Like Valentine, a synth abandoned by the Academy, Misr doesn't want to disturb their lives.

"Any clues?" Mi Shan tried not to think about Dr. Braun, who has the label of "poisonous tongue" and "women's clothing", towards the two-dimensional wind.

In other words, it is really a bit difficult to associate the two-dimensional wind in the wasteland.

"Clues? What clues? "As of now, Dr. Braun doesn't know what Rice Shan wants him to do with these synths.

"Oh, did you have any clues about the Academy's underground base?" Fortunately, Dr. Braun's reaction was very fast, and I saw ...... "she" take out a chip from the head of the synthesizer who was still eating Ajisen ramen when he was arrested and said:

"Those academy junks who only know about plagiarism and clinging to defects, although stupid, at least they don't put confidential information in the head of this crippled product."

"Defective?" Misan didn't know if Dr. Braun was like this to everyone or just MIT.

"Or rather, the test subject, oh, these ¥#@%, don't even know what they're experimenting with." Dr. Braun, who uttered a bunch of blocked words, said:

"I really don't know what those guys have in their heads, or if two hundred years of mole life have long since made them forget what is the right thing to do?"

"......" Misr wanted to complain to Dr. Braun, you haven't done anything right in the past two hundred years, right?

Compared to the two hundred years that the academy forces spent energy on researching synthetic human technology and molecular teleportation technology, Dr. Braun has been purely playing for the past two hundred years.

"Play? You'd even think I'm playing??! I ......," Dr. Braun said aloud, and then, under Greenhill's stern gaze, his voice grew smaller and smaller:

"I'll admit I'm playing......"

Dr. Braun's heavily feminine tone made Misr a little dazed...... Not cute, but scared.

Although when he was in his hometown, Mi Shan had seen some women's clothing bosses, but it was obvious that those women's clothing bosses who were at most just wearing clothes, makeup, and wigs were only 0.5 goose fighting power in front of Dr. Braun.

Feeling that he needed "a breath of fresh air" to alleviate his "fright", Yoneshan temporarily handed over his research on synths and the task of finding the location of the academy to the women's clothing boss Dr.

With Greenhill and Mirin, they arrived at a town on the outskirts of the Boston wasteland.

"Sanctuary Lodge?" Mi Rin recognized the handwriting on the dilapidated street sign and asked Mi Shan curiously, "Dad, what are we doing here?" ”

"Looking for someone?" Mi Rin and Greenhill showed puzzled expressions together, and a golden question mark appeared on the top of Greenhill's head.

"Well, find someone, an existence like you like Mirin." Mi Shan said without concealment.

"An existence like me?? Oops? Mi Rin was stunned for a few seconds, and then reacted to Mi Shan's wary expression when he was talking about something.

“…… Why do you have such an expression? Mishan wondered.

"Hmmm! I won't let my dad be snatched away! Mi Rin said in a tone of self-encouragement.

Greenhill said calmly, "Is there an adult here, your game character?" ”

"That's right......" Ignoring Mi Rin's way of cheering him up, Mi Shan said, "Although in the game, the plot of the game that belongs here will not officially begin until ten years later. ”

"But the characters of this game, when the nuclear war broke out two hundred years ago, were frozen in this nearby shelter."

"Old popsicles?" Greenhill remembered what Mistress Misr had said about the world.

"I suggest it's better not to say this in front of the other person." Mishan shrugged his shoulders and said.

At least Mi Rin is very dissatisfied with the game nickname "Long Wande", if it is not Mi Shan, but someone else who jokes with Mi Rin with this name.

Mi Rin will immediately go berserk...... Although after wearing the collar, Mi Rin will not be able to break out of any moths again.

But he's also a new K demon, and it's no problem to tear up a mutant monster.

Vault 111, where the protagonist of Fallout 4 is located, is the same as Vault 101, where Mi Rin lives, and is not a particularly secret vault.

Misugi and his party say hello to a skilful gentleman who is repairing the paint of the car that only has its shell, and walk through the ruins of the sheltered mountain villa where only the wreckage remains.

Climbing north up a hill along the bed of a river that used to be a river, you will come to the entrance of Vault 111, an elevator that leads to a depth of several hundred meters.

Standing on it and waiting for Mirin to try to activate the elevator, Misuri stares at the ruined scene he sees when he first comes out of the vault in the game.

It's like seeing the mushroom cloud rise at the end of the game's prologue.

Civilizations that humans spent thousands of years building were destroyed in an instant.

Leaving behind a wasteland where future generations can only barely struggle for hundreds of years.

"Your Excellency?" Greenhill, who noticed that Mishan's mood was a little fluctuating, asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, I just think every civilization is so difficult." Mishan said.

“？？” Greenhill found himself a little unable to keep up with Mistress Mishan's train of thought.

"For me, everything in this world may just be a virtual world designed by a group of game designers to cater to players, or to illustrate their own ideas, or simply, to make money."

As Yoneshan spoke, the elevator that had finally been managed by Yone-rin began to descend slowly after a shrill sound of metal rubbing.

"But when the world becomes a reality, it's not just a story or a game for the inhabitants of this world."

As the elevator descends, the light on the surface gradually dims.

"My lord, are you at a loss?" Greenhill asked.

"No......" Mishan shook his head, "I'm just thinking about what I'm going to change the human civilization of this world into." ”

"Whatever you think, my lord, I will support you to the end." Greenhill said.

"Heh, please." Mishan said.

"Hey, what are you talking about, Dad? So serious? Mi Rin, who almost missed the elevator and jumped straight down, said strangely.

"Talking about what to make your hometown look like." Mishan said.

"What does it look like?" Mi Rin blinked: "It's good now...... Well, I mean, if only everyone could live like the inhabitants of Vault 101. ”

"......" Mi Shan was stunned for a while before he suddenly realized that Mi Rin had not really experienced a "civilized" life.