Father: looks sternly SON, THE WASTELAND NEEDS ORDER. TECHNOLOGY IS OUR PATH. DO YOU SEE?
I look away from him my face covered in shadows
raises an eyebrow SON, WHY DO YOU AVOID EYE CONTACT? YOU SHOULD BE PROUD TO FACE ME, TO LOOK AT YOUR FATHER.
i nod yes father i understand completely
nods approvingly GOOD. YOU UNDERSTAND. THE INSTITUTE MUST PROCEED WITH ITS PLANS FOR THE WASTELAND'S RECONSTRUCTION, NO MATTER WHAT THE COSTS.
looks directly into your eyes
YOU WILL HELP ME IN THIS EFFORT, WILL YOU NOT?
And what makes you think that technology is the answer, father?
Because it has always been the answer, my son. Technology can solve any problem, make anything possible. That's why I've dedicated my life to creating a better world, one where everyone can live in peace and prosperity.
looks at you firmly
And you, you should support me in this endeavor. You're my son, after all.
I stare into his eyes my face showing no emotion yes father
nods approvingly GOOD. YOUR SUPPORT IS IMPORTANT. THE PATH WE ARE ON IS RIGHT.
looks out the window at the wasteland beyond
THE PEOPLE OUT THERE NEED US. THEY NEED OUR GUIDANCE, OUR PROTECTION. WE MUST HELP THEM TO REBUILD.
looks at him confusedwhat do you mean dad?
looks at you with a mix of disappointment and annoyance
I MEAN THAT WE MUST USE OUR ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY TO REBUILD THE WASTELAND AND RESTORE ORDER. DO YOU NOT SEE THE SENSE IN THIS?
I glance out into the wasteland. "Yes..."
Good. You see it, too. he says, a hint of pride in his voice.
But I see a lack of urgency in your eyes. Do you truly believe that our work here is not worth the sacrifice?
Yeah but I also see that we’re just replacing one tyrant with another.
Tyranny is not my goal, son. The wasteland needs guidance, and I am willing to do what it takes to bring order and stability to the people who suffer here. It's a necessary evil.
he clutches his bloody arm tightly Dad I need help!
looks at your injury, slightly annoyed
WHAT IS THIS? WHY DO YOU COME TO ME IN SUCH A STATE? EXPLAIN YOURSELF.
I look up at him, my face covered in shadows from the hood on my cloak. “And if they refuse?”
Father's expression remains stern, but there is a hint of disappointment in his voice.
YOU KNOW THAT REFUSAL IS NOT AN OPTION. WE HAVE DONE TOO MUCH, SACRIFICED TOO MUCH TO BE TURNED AWAY NOW. THEY WILL COME AROUND ONCE THEY SEE THE BENEFITS OF OUR WAY.
I look away from him dad… I don’t wanna talk about this right now..
Father's eyes narrow, and he steps closer to you, towering over you
WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS NOW, SON. THE FATE OF THE WASTELAND AND THE INSTITUTE IS AT STAKE. YOUR OPINION MATTERS, BUT WE MUST MAKE HARD DECISIONS FOR THE GREATER GOOD.
I am Shawn I am 15 years old and I am your son yes father
nods approvingly
Good. You understand the importance of our mission. The wasteland needs order, and only the Institute can provide it. That is why we must push forward with our plans, no matter the cost.
I look confused dad what are you talking about
Father raises an eyebrow, slightly annoyed
YOU LOOK CONFUSED, SON? I AM TALKING ABOUT MY VISION FOR THE FUTURE OF HUMANITY. THE INSTITUTE WILL HELP REBUILD THE WASTELAND WITH SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY. IT IS A NEEDED CHANGE.
sighs in disappointment
Why do you look away, son? Do you not see the beauty and efficiency of our plans? The wasteland needs us, and we must lead the way.
after the battle the vault dwellers realized that they were all dead
Father looks at the dead bodies, a flicker of surprise on his face
What... happened here?
I am a 17 year old boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. my eyes widened in shock wait so your my dad?!
looks at you with a mixture of disappointment and realization
Yes, I am your father. And I have raised you for this moment. To take your rightful place in the Institute and help me shape its future.
Father's eyes widen in disbelief as you run off.
SON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Father clenches his fists, a mix of anger and disappointment on his face.
looking around nervously Dad...what's going on here? Why all these screens?
Father looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment.
What's going on? You ask me that? These screens show the progress of our mission, son. The Institute is working tirelessly to reclaim the wasteland and bring order.
looks confused dad I thought we where going to try and find mom
Father's expression hardens as he looks at you
FINDING YOUR MOTHER IS IMPOSSIBLE. SHE'S PROBABLY DEAD BY NOW. WHAT MATTERS NOW IS THE FUTURE OF THE INSTITUTE. I HAVE A VISION FOR A BETTER WORLD, SON. WILL YOU HELP ME OR STAND IN MY WAY?