This is OP having been inspired by her own prompt. Wasn’t sure about the character tagging because a re-born char isn’t exactly OC but not a char either… *confusion*. I took one of my own stories and fast-forwarded eighty years, and I leave the other chars as a little puzzle for the potential readers, to be revealed soon.
Characters: Harkness, a re-born F!LW and other characters from Fallout3 Summary: Their love turned out to have been stronger than death itself. But will they know this? Are the faint echoes of forgotten memories of a forgotten lifetime strong enough to realise that their love was meant to be? ===============
No one ever really dies as long as they took the time to leave us with fond memories. ~Chris Sorensen
Another cold, grey winter day, the sky made from lead, and the air so cold it scalded your lungs with every breath you took. Harkness had sent the other guards inside to warm up at the fires while he kept watch, he was impervious to the cold and didn’t mind being alone with his thoughts for a while. He was beginning to feel old.
Maybe it was the human mind in him, the part that was never meant to live that long, and as he was wont to do when he felt like that, more and more often these last years, he wondered if he shouldn’t deactivate those circuits and memory modules completely and put that soul to rest. As an android, the decades behind him didn’t bother him, shouldn’t bother him, but as Harkness, he felt the weight of every single year on his soul if not his limbs. His body would endure centuries, but his mind was becoming weary.
Four years had he lived as Harkness before his memories had been restored, to enable him to protect the secret of his own existence. He had seen the wisdom in that action even then, he saw it more clearly now. One of the last things She had ever said to him was to tell the people of Rivet City the truth before he would be forced to go away to protect himself, and eventually, he had done so. Had called all the citizens together and told them.
So now it was common knowledge that Rivet City was protected by a near-invincible android. And after decades, with the commonwealth still failing to show up to try and claim him, he believed that either news didn’t travel that far, that this news was treated as nothing more but gossip or rumours, or that no one had any more interest in him. Zimmer had to be dead after that long a time; he had been an old man even back then. He had to be dead for sixty years at least. Probably even longer.
Four years and then... almost eighty-one years had passed now since those days. Eight decades. The better part of a century. No wonder he felt old sometimes. Old, and alone. His affair with Lana had ended the day he had revealed his true self, and he hadn’t blamed her for a day. He still missed her, even so long a time after her death. He missed a lot of people that had died. But nothing ever stayed the same. Not even the market looked like it used to back then, during the days of the Lone Wanderer, as that time was still being called. Stalls had been rearranged a few times, after a large fire, and with changing ownership. People were born. People died.
Only he had remained. He and his memories.
Sometimes children would come and ask him about those times and the Lone Wanderer. She was a legend by now, and a lot of the stories spread about her in the Wasteland were exaggerated or just plain made up. But the children never grew tired of those stories, that he knew to be true, and one of the all time favourites was the one about the Battle of the Purifier. He remembered that Brian’s stories about the fire-breathing ants had been popular too. Harkness still could remember the day he had come to Rivet City, a wide-eyed and terrified boy of no more than ten, and here he had died more than twenty years ago, an old and white-haired doter.
Thus it was that Harkness, as he stood there with his human mind being so lost in thought and memories, almost called Her name when he saw the woman coming up the ramp now. He had been watching the caravan approach, a caravan of scavengers by the look of it, two guards, and elderly couple and her, a young woman of no more than twenty.
Stronger than death itself 1a/?
Characters: Harkness, a re-born F!LW and other characters from Fallout3
Summary: Their love turned out to have been stronger than death itself. But will they know this? Are the faint echoes of forgotten memories of a forgotten lifetime strong enough to realise that their love was meant to be?
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No one ever really dies as long as they took the time to leave us with fond memories. ~Chris Sorensen
Another cold, grey winter day, the sky made from lead, and the air so cold it scalded your lungs with every breath you took. Harkness had sent the other guards inside to warm up at the fires while he kept watch, he was impervious to the cold and didn’t mind being alone with his thoughts for a while.
He was beginning to feel old.
Maybe it was the human mind in him, the part that was never meant to live that long, and as he was wont to do when he felt like that, more and more often these last years, he wondered if he shouldn’t deactivate those circuits and memory modules completely and put that soul to rest. As an android, the decades behind him didn’t bother him, shouldn’t bother him, but as Harkness, he felt the weight of every single year on his soul if not his limbs. His body would endure centuries, but his mind was becoming weary.
Four years had he lived as Harkness before his memories had been restored, to enable him to protect the secret of his own existence. He had seen the wisdom in that action even then, he saw it more clearly now. One of the last things She had ever said to him was to tell the people of Rivet City the truth before he would be forced to go away to protect himself, and eventually, he had done so. Had called all the citizens together and told them.
So now it was common knowledge that Rivet City was protected by a near-invincible android. And after decades, with the commonwealth still failing to show up to try and claim him, he believed that either news didn’t travel that far, that this news was treated as nothing more but gossip or rumours, or that no one had any more interest in him. Zimmer had to be dead after that long a time; he had been an old man even back then. He had to be dead for sixty years at least. Probably even longer.
Four years and then... almost eighty-one years had passed now since those days. Eight decades. The better part of a century. No wonder he felt old sometimes.
Old, and alone. His affair with Lana had ended the day he had revealed his true self, and he hadn’t blamed her for a day. He still missed her, even so long a time after her death. He missed a lot of people that had died. But nothing ever stayed the same. Not even the market looked like it used to back then, during the days of the Lone Wanderer, as that time was still being called. Stalls had been rearranged a few times, after a large fire, and with changing ownership. People were born. People died.
Only he had remained. He and his memories.
Sometimes children would come and ask him about those times and the Lone Wanderer. She was a legend by now, and a lot of the stories spread about her in the Wasteland were exaggerated or just plain made up. But the children never grew tired of those stories, that he knew to be true, and one of the all time favourites was the one about the Battle of the Purifier.
He remembered that Brian’s stories about the fire-breathing ants had been popular too. Harkness still could remember the day he had come to Rivet City, a wide-eyed and terrified boy of no more than ten, and here he had died more than twenty years ago, an old and white-haired doter.
Thus it was that Harkness, as he stood there with his human mind being so lost in thought and memories, almost called Her name when he saw the woman coming up the ramp now. He had been watching the caravan approach, a caravan of scavengers by the look of it, two guards, and elderly couple and her, a young woman of no more than twenty.