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Thought is sweet and all-- I'm just not sure if I'm one to celebrate birthdays anymore. They kind of lose their flair after you hit a certain age, you know?

Almost makes a girl miss the so-called fancy ones down in the vault. [ a chuckle. ] Least the cakes down there were real and not snack cakes that expired some two-hundred years prior, huh?

You wanna grant me a wish though? Well, it is getting pretty boring being stuck up here... bound to be somewhere out there for a girl like me.

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Isn't there someone around who still knows how to garden properly? There has to be some safe farmland for the wheat somewhere.

Doubt there's any safe farmland round the Capital, radiation is a hell of a thing.

[ something a person just gets used to dealing with, really. ] Imagine someone out there probably figured something out though, making use of pre-war tech or raiding one of the old vaults.

Still there has to be safe zones farther out for growing. Otherwise lack of oxygen would of been a problem years ago. I imagine some rudimentary trade routes could be opened

Never had to deal with radiation though. My situation had to do with a different sort of impact.

[Hi Lone Wanderer. Here, have a robot girl that looks more sophisticated than a Protectron could ever hope to be.]

Tw-TWO HUNDRED YEARS?!

WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK OF EATIN'--

THERE WOULD BE NOTHIN' LEFT!!

[Screaming face and everything!]

[ holy shit, she can't help but laugh. ]

You'd be surprised, those pre-war guys really figured out how to make their stuff last.

A-And you'd actually EAT it?

Y'sure you ain't coming down with a fever or somethin'? I mean I'm not one to judge but I'd think you'd almost be better of eating dirt!

When I'm desperate, yeah. Washes down pretty nicely with an equally old bottle of Nuka.

[ a thoughtful hum. ] Dirt probably has more rads.

I'm starting to get the feeling that there's more to this story than what I am getting. Especially if you are desperate to eat something that clearly has no business in anybody's mouth.

What's the deal? Spill.

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I'm starting to get that too. But what's there to say? I live in literal nuclear wasteland brimming with radiation and terribly lacking in things like fresh food or water.

So if I can't get into a town or hunt down something decent, then I have to scrounge through pre-war food which as we established earlier-- is probably well past it's expiration date.

Gee, if it's dat bad, maybe it's 'bout time you guys think about movin'

[She's not... quite there yet.]

Brilliant idea, that one and if the war hadn't also turned the whole world just as equally shitty then I might take that advice to heart.

Find myself a nice house with a cute fence that wasn't full of raiders or skeletons.

There's more you ain't tellin' me, and it's getting really annoying.

Why doncha start from the beginning. Whenever that is.

Yeah, I'm feeling that too. What do you want kid? My life story or the history of the world?

Because I wasn't planning on getting that morbid on my birthday.

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