[u][color=ed1c24][b]Titus Crassus - Queastor of The Legion[/b][/color][/u]

[i]"Titus Crassus, this is Victoria Bearhorn, leader of the second largest standing army in Alaska. I've heard raiders are regarded as barbaric pests, but her kind differs from the scattered bands of marauders that dot the wastes. Her Guild has rebuilt city blocks and returned stability to our harsh land..." North gazed upon the opening doors as the King entered and took his seat. "I think we're about to start. Perhaps I can arrange a meeting with your Caesar afterwards."  [/i]

"Ah, your general is a woman...interesting.." Titus said, noting the obvious. Although looking at the amalgamation of technology and human standing before him, he wasn't sure that it truly was, "Yes Mr. Ashland, perhaps once Caesar returns from the war victorious, I might arrange a meeting between the two of you. Your....Al-aska..sounds to be a fascinating place."

[color=00aeef][u][b]Thomas's AI Holotape  - Lucky 38 27th Floor[/b][/u][/color]

[i]“Very well. If it is to be later before we truly speak with each other, then I will banter with this coding you’ve written.” He proceeded. “Then Thomas, I must ask, to what extent has your research exceeded. Have you created your own civilization of them? Your own world? Or are you just as humble and careful as I’d remembered.”[/i]

"Humble and careful? Now, now Robert there's no need for lies," The voice gave a laugh, "But I must be clear, the Synths are tools, exceptionally versatile and adaptable intelligence systems, but tools never-the-less. I'm afraid though, that I could never take credit for their creation or how they've developed. I created the initial prototype for the earliest version of the Synth, what we refer to as a 'Gen-1' Synth. These are far beyond that, and I admit that I'm still learning new things about them every day. As far as civilizations go however, there's much I could tell you and little I can do to capture the wonder of what I've seen. Its called The Institute, Robert, our old Alama Mater, CIT, and its far beyond anything in the wasteland. A last true bastion of science and technology in the world. Perhaps, given time, you might be able to see it, should you still be able to travel."

[i]He paused again as he drew up another question. “And these ‘synths’ of yours…” He stared at the group of deactivated humanoids through his monitor. “They’re completely malleable? You can shape them…order them to do anything?”[/i]

"Yes, they can be programmed for almost any task and can emulate almost any person, real or imagined in both physical appearance and personality. There is, however, an....unfortunate side effect of their increased intelligence and articulation. Its one of the reasons I had sought you out again Robert. I will explain that in greater detail when the time comes, but for now, understand that the Synths are quite possibly one of the most advanced pieces of artificial intelligence this world has ever seen."

[i]Robert House then managed a chuckle over his intercom. “I am impressed, Thomas. Surprised that you’ve found a way to taste immortality as I have, which I suppose I will ask later. But I am also surprised that you’ve been chiseling at the high-technology sectors. I am impressed.”[/i]

"I had hoped you would be," The voice replied, "People like us Robert...we're few and far between now. Echoes of the Old World, ghosts of the past. That's what these people call us. This wasteland....its a nightmare, a horror-show, full of degenerates and mutants, murderers and psychopaths...and all the while these new 'nations' if you can call them that, squabble over our country like rabid dogs fighting over the carcass of a long dead animal. It sickens me. But perhaps there is hope, hope that the Old World will reclaim what it had once lost. Hope that one day, the world will be ours again....and perhaps, just perhaps, we'll create a far better world, better even the one that existed before..."