The only missing piece was your Platinum Chip, a sophisticated, high-density data storage device holding an array of software upgrades that would overhaul both your robotic Securitrons and the Lucky 38 itself, ensuring that you would be able to weather the storm that the apocalypse brought with ease. While you would have to be attached to it permanently, you don’t truly mind: you didn’t get out much anyways. To ensure that you could live on to see the city that you had saved, you redesigned the Lucky 38 to serve as a bastion capable of preserving you through the coming storm, at the heart of which you placed an extremely sophisticated life support device referred to as a hibernation chamber. To further secure the safety of the city, you installed an array of high powered laser cannons on top of the Lucky 38 Hotel and Casino, the heart of your Empire and the place you call home. You put in place measures that would disable the majority of the missiles in flight, eliminating the threat they would pose to the city. Over the next twelve years, you rallied your assets, contacts, and intellect to construct the defenses that Vegas will need to survive the coming storm. Of course, you could not allow this to stand: given the failures of the current government, you were clearly the only individual capable of resolving this crisis. Worse, at least in your eyes, your contacts in the military were able to inform you that the People's Republic of China, the main rival of the United States, currently had seventy seven nuclear warheads aimed at your beloved city of Las Vegas. By 2065, your projections showed something frightening, if not particularly shocking: within the next fifteen years, the world would be subsumed in a nuclear holocaust. A staunch pragmatist by nature, you would regularly design and run mathematical projections based on global political and socioeconomic conditions in an effort to predict future events. In the next several years, a brutal pandemic and limited nuclear conflict in the Middle East prompted the initiation of Project Safehouse, financing the creation of nuclear shelters referred to as ‘Vaults’ to shelter the American population if the worst was to occur.Īs the world grew increasingly unstable, RobCo’s profits skyrocketed, your company benefiting greatly from the massive governmental contracts and elimination of restrictive regulations. As the world grew increasingly unstable, resource wars breaking out across the continent, you found yourself significantly more embedded with the government, your robots serving to defend American interests across North America, the jingoistic stance of the current administration only being reinforced by the dissolution of the United Nations later that year.
The reasons for the invasion quickly become clear in 2052 as most of the world is wracked by an energy crisis, kickstarting a race for new and more innovative sources of energy to replace oil. In 2051, business boomed yet again as the United States launched an invasion of the United Mexican States, occupying the nation and syphoning its oil reserves north to fuel the continued might of the Union, your robots playing a vital role in subborning attempts to resist American rule. In three short years, you built yourself an empire of steel and gears, creating an industrial titan that would go on to supply the United States with the robotic and technological might it desperately needed to fight back the threat of communism and maintain its place as the penultimate power on the world stage.
Despite that, your raw intellect and what scraps of wealth your brother saw fit to leave behind allowed you to attend the Commonwealth Institute of Technology, the most prestigious school for engineers and scientists in the United States.ĭespite the difficulties you faced, you graduated as Valedictorian at the age of twenty, going on to found your company RobCo at the age of twenty two in 2044. To add to the misery of the situation, your step brother Anthony cheated you out of both your parent’s money and their company, H&H Tools, leaving you destitute, young, and alone. Born on Jto a wealthy Nevada tool magnate, you were orphaned at an early age when both of your parents were killed in a freak storm while testing a new model of gyrocopter.
You are Robert Edwin House, arguably one of the most intelligent men alive in 2077 and inarguably one of the most successful.