Fallout 76 High Tech Table の小説・ストーリー

“Before we explore your triggers, there are a few other… tests I’d like us to run.” I had been focused on him while he spoke but the movement behind caught my attention and I shifted my glance to Mei-Mei. She walked to one side of the wall and pushed a tile. The lid opened, revealing a small panel box behind with several buttons. After manipulating it for a few seconds, a part of the floor behind Mordric slid open, a medium-sized, marble table rising from a platform underneath it. My eyes widened at the technology on display, fear seizing me once more once I saw the different array of tools on the table.

“I’m so happy that you can all make it here to witess what’s no doubt the most significant event in the history of mankind. See, we’ve all grown up to see technology evolve and transform over the years; and in order to honour those efforts, we at Alphatech have created something spectacular for you all today.” Jacob presses a virtual button on the podium and immediately, a section of the stage opens up to admit a table onto it. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he says, “behold the Technobots.” Applause rings out at two small cream-coloured metal balls on display on the table.

Theraphosa was a bit hesitant this time. “Access granted for Matthew Blair Dragunov.” The red glow turned green. “All present individuals identified. Opening.” Upon saying so, the door slowly split open and revealed the interior. There was a short legged table in the middle with a mat under it. All around the table, countless weapons and equipment were neatly placed with some space between them and the table in the middle. In the back, there was a table with various equipment attached to it such as a magnifying glass, a light bulb, and a small welder. It also had cabinets that were probably filled with other tools.

The command centre of Bunker Gamma was our new war zone. The holographic table, which was the global Eden network a few weeks ago had now been displayed with countless, hastily pinched construction plans, cable strands and old circuit boards. Betty had a broken elevator shaft solid steel plate which served us as an additional work bench. “They play with the metric of space,” Silas said for the repeated time. He left nervous on and off, while the blue light of the Holo table its pale skin

"A tablet? Of course, dear. If that is all it takes to keep you resting in this bed, I will have one brought to you immediately. We cannot have you going stir-crazy while your body is doing such heavy work." She turns toward the door and raises her hand, gesturing to one of the guards standing just outside in the hallway. Within two minutes, a servant quietly walks into the room, carrying a sleek, high-tech MoonCrown tablet and a matching wireless keyboard. The device looks incredibly thin, boasting a polished dark frame that matches the modern look of the rest of the pack house. At the same time, another worker silently moves a small, clean wooden table and a comfortable cushioned chair int

They took a simple, solar-powered skiff down the coast, slipping into the dark, overgrown harbors of the Massachusetts ruins. The world had changed. The "Shattered Continent" was now a series of walled enclaves, some peaceful, some ruled by "Techno-Warlords" who hoarded the ancient Thorne-Vance tech like religious relics. As they approached the Boston ruins, they saw it: The Tower of Glass. It wasn't a Thorne building. It was a new architecture—a shimmering, translucent spire that seemed to vibrate with a high-frequency hum. At the top of the spire, a massive array of quartz-glass plates caught the moonlight, beaming data directly into the clouds.

“There is a crowd forming at the North Gate. They are not there to bring flowers or thank you for your calculations. They are there for the remaining stockpiles of canned proteins and the filtration units. They want what is left of the Hub’s hoard before the next storm hits.” ​I closed my eyes, visualizing the logistics of a riot. The Hub held the last of the high-grade survival technology, the seeds for the hydroponic restart, and the medical supplies. If the desperate masses breached the inner sanctum, they would strip the capacitors for scrap and eat the grain meant for next year’s harvest. They would kill their tomorrow to survive the next twenty minutes. ​“Where is Winnie?” I asked, my

Gilbert shouted loudly. Jade gave out orders as well. “All heavy weapon users, get in position. Boom, boom— Just as everyone was appalled by the noise, a few large vehicles appeared before them. Alex gasped. “This is just what we need.” Jade replied. “We’re not on Earth anyway, so it doesn’t matter if we bring the Undead Territory down to ruins.” There were tens of these big battle tanks prepared by the higher-ups. They were tactical nuclear weapons within their country, while some were the newest inventions that had never been shown to the public, including nanotechnology.

One by one, the truck doors rolled upward. Inside weren’t weapons or drugs at least, not in plain sight. Instead, there were rows of heavy crates stamped with false shipping codes. Kendall zoomed in, catching the numbers clearly. Rourke would be able to trace them. Then one of the guards pried a crate open. Inside was a shipment of high-grade military tech illegal in half the world, priceless in the other half. “That’s it,” Jack said. “We’ve got him.” They were about to pull back when Kendall’s stomach dropped. A second SUV rolled up and Beauty stepped out.

His knuckles were raw, bleeding onto the ancient, haptic controls. "I’m working on it, Vic! Jesus! This thing hasn't been powered up since the High Humans went into the dirt. Give me a goddamn second!" Zack’s fingers were a blur across a holographic display that kept flickering out, casting a sickly blue light over his sweat-streaked face. "The fuel cells are ancient. I have to manually bypass the ignition sequence. Just... hold your fucking breath."