[color=00aeef]FRIEDA RICHTER[/color] - Diner -- evening

"Oh..yes...well," Arthur began, "I suppose...I suppose we were lucky. We had plenty of food, water, and power. Our D..Overseer was a brilliant scientist, most of us were scientists actually. I guess that must have been our...experiment. Yeah, you know, pack a bunch of scientists into a vault and see what happens, not sure what Vault-Tec was trying to accomplish with that one. We had also had robots to do most of the day to day things around the Vault, so most of use could just focus on our work. Just normal robots though, nothing really special about them."

He took another quick drink of the beer, nearly coughed that out as well, and looked back at Frieda, "Good beer," He said, with a smile that was trying to hide a grimace. 

Frieda wouldn't be convinced.  She gently removed the beer from his hand.  "I shouldn't have assumed and asked you what you liked, first."  Someone else drew up to the bar and asked for a 'mutfruit milkshake with rum.'  Frieda gestured in that direction.  "Would you rather have one of those?  Don't be shy, I can tell you're just trying to be polite.  Order whatever you want."

She finished off her beer and moved on to Arthur's discarded stout.  "Whatever Vault-Tec was trying to do, it must have worked.  You definitely don't talk the same as any other surface...person."  She caught herself before she said something derogatory.  "'Normal robots,' now that's funny.  As far as I know, only that 'Institute' played around with the people-bots.  But you can shoot them dead just like the rest of 'em," she shrugged.  "I overheard some of the other officers talking, once, saying some of them were programmed to think they were [i]people[/i], had no idea they were robots.  Something like, they would break and bleed just like flesh and bone, and they never knew they were anything but a regular human."  Frieda nudged him playfully in the arm.  "I bet you've stitched up a couple out here in the wastes and never knew it, huh?"

[i]What am I doing?[/i]

She stopped herself before she could embarrass herself further.  Frieda took a slow draught of the stout.  "It's a little fascinating, how they've managed to dig themselves out of near-annihilation and all.  I love it and hate it, you know?  But I'm presumed dead, and frankly, I don't want to go back.  There was nothing left for me, there.  What's the point of considering yourself greater than the rest of the population, if you won't value your own kind?"  She paused, brooding.