[Fallout Star] 1 – Small Beginnings

[Synopsis - At the ripe age of 18 and fresh out of college, one Arthur Karstein found himself thrust into the Corporate World of Fallout seven years before the Great War with the miraculous power of Inspired Inventor. Will he survive the Nuclear hellfire to come, or will he be taken out long before the Nuclear bombs touch the ground?]

[Chapter Begins]

Eighteen years, that's how long I have been stuck in this terrible world, the world of Fallout. A place of miraculous technologies but also technologically far behind what I remembered of my old world. I was initially born in Germany but eventually managed to get into America and gain citizenship; from there, with my past experience and knowledge, I quickly advanced through the education system, skipping quite a few grades and eventually getting into college at the age of 14, nothing important, as I just needed a degree to be taken a bit more seriously. 

I then spent four more years slaving away until I had the money I needed to start something that was mine. 

Prometheus Industries, my little company, is based on the outskirts of Dallas, Texas. Due to my rapid advancement and supposed intelligence, I was considered a genius, but that all changed when I turned eighteen and began to see familiar stars and found myself reaching out to grab a handful of them.

In an instant, when my mind touched one of those stars, knowledge flooded my brain, knowledge that sent me to my knees as unbearable agony filled my mind as all of this knowledge was forced into my mind.

[3 Charges - Tier 2 Cyberpunk: Cybernetic Augmentation]

[1 Charge - Tier 1 Cyberpunk: Medicine]

[1 Charge - Tier 1 Cyberpunk: Firearms]

Knowledge flooded my mind: decades of experience as a Ripperdoc who installed and maintained the cyberware of his Clients while creating his own Cyberware in his downtime. I knew how to maintain, repair, and assemble a wide assortment of the more commonly found firearms in the streets of Night City and across what once used to be the United States of America. I knew everything about the common medicines, both the good and the bad Ripperdocs and 'Doctors' used and prescribed to their clients. I knew every drawback and advantage. I learned how to manufacture and adequately contain a wide assortment of medicines to prevent a loss in efficiency and potency, and so much more.

With this alone, I could make a fortune. That is if the major players did not take me out of the competition first, either by more unsavory means or by something more simple as ensuring I went bankrupt and blacklisted from any decent job in the States. It's been eighteen years since I arrived in this world, and most of my memory and knowledge of the Fallout universe has...faded outside of what I managed to write down when I had the dexterity to write. Even then, what I knew was...sparse; after two years as a baby, much of what I remembered was either widely off the mark or so unimportant that it wouldn't matter until centuries in the future.

Still feeling a bit weak from the flood of knowledge that flooded my brain, I stumbled my way over to a workbench and began making plans. I needed to get to work, I had but seven years until doomsday, and I couldnt waste a moment.

...

[Two Weeks Later]

Two weeks soon flew by as I worked to make my first set of prototype cyberware that I could show off to some potential buyers. I hoped I could get a contract going and enough cash flow to hire a few people to help me assemble these pieces. I first started with the simplest of cyberwar. These simple cyberlimbs were no better than your fleshy counterpart but would make a suitable replacement prosthetic, lacking in features such as sensation. The artificial limb would connect the nervous system and be fully capable of motion but would lack all sense of touch and feeling and would be less dexterous than the limb it would replace. 

I was also focusing on smaller replacements, hands, and feet, and if I got a contract, I'd work my way up to full-on replacement limbs and eventually implants and neuralware, but I was not going to get ahead of myself.

During my work, I noticed a change, a change from within. I could feel something building up inside my 'soul,' for lack of a better term, like a bomb set to explode soon, and with the time I spent thinking, I recalled a distant memory of a story with a character that had power, one I could not remember the name of, but could remember the sparse details of how their power worked.

Once a month, they'd get charges, charges they could freely allocate to learn unique or highly specialized technologies, magic, or martial arts. Part of me hoped that I was blessed with the same power, but another part of me was arrogant enough to say that I didn't need such a thing to thrive. If anything, my time in this world has taught me that a man can do a lot if he sets his mind to it.

...

A few more days passed, and I had everything I needed to showcase my prototypes. Through some of my sparse contacts, I was able to petition for an interview with a military representative. The problem is that I also needed to find an amputee without a hand or hands to use said prototype as proof that it was functional.

The question was, where and how would I find such a person, and how could I convince them to allow me to perform a surgical operation on them to install prosthetic hands that look very basic?

However, that also raised another question. I couldn't precisely operate myself, despite having the knowledge and skills of a doctor; I lacked a medical license and would need a licensed professional in order to get legitimacy and credibility. The question was, would it be cheaper to hire a doctor and show them the delicate steps one would need to take to connect the nerves to the prosthetic, or try and get a medical license so that I could preform the surgery myself?

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Inspired Inventor - 5 Monthly Charges. Charge allocation for tech, First Tier = 1 Charge, Second = 2 Charges, Third = 4 Charges, Fourth = 8 Charges, Fifth = 16 Charges

I.e., from 0 charges, to reach the fifth tier of a single technology would cost (1+2+4+8+16 Charges) = 31 Total Charges

Not all Technology goes past the first tier.