Nuka-58 -

The hum in his ears intensified into a roar. His vision sharpened until he could see the individual gears in the raider’s rifle. As the Operators opened fire, Silas didn't feel the bullets. He felt the fusion. He wasn't just a scavenger anymore; he was the final product of a corporate experiment that had waited two centuries for a consumer.

The terminal in the bottling plant hummed with a low, irradiated thrum. On the screen, a flickering cursor blinked next to a log dated the day before the world ended. NUKA-58

He knew the stories of Nuka-Cola’s "acceptable death ratios" and the corporate greed that led to using radioactive substances to mask poor flavors. But in the heat of the Commonwealth, where water was often as toxic as the air, a sealed bottle was a miracle. The hum in his ears intensified into a roar