Fallout 76 High Tech Table Novels & Stories

She walks us through the Command Deck, down a hall, and then it opens into what looks like a big office. There are five desks spread throughout the space. They’re filled with holotabs and actual paper notepads. There are books all over the place, filling shelves, stacked in random places. There, on one of the desks, is an ultra-high-tech microphone. “This is really so cool,” I marvel out loud, blowing my cover of calm. “I’ve listened to your spacecast for solars. I never, ever would have dreamt that I’d ever be inside your studio.”

The interior of the Iron Cathedral was a symphony of preparation, a discordant melody of clashing steel and hushed, gravelly voices. The air, once stagnant with the suffocating smell of rust and damp stone, was now charged with the metallic scent of gun oil and the sharp, acidic tang of sharpening stones. In the center of the cavernous warehouse, beneath a flickering halogen light that had been rigged to a gas-powered generator—its low hum a constant heartbeat in the background—a massive wooden table sat like an altar. It was covered in curled floor plans, faded blueprints, and grainy satellite photos of the High Council’s most secure assets.

He worked hand in hand with the Gammas, being our eyes from the sky. Upon entry was a modest lounge that branched off to a kitchenette and eating area, as well as a wide corridor that led to a long conference table, another office for his employees, and a restroom. Next was his main office, consisting of a long table along the wall that had loose wires, tools, and parts, where he developed gadgets and software. There was also a tall metal shelf for his cardboard and chest boxes, next to three filing cabinets. Except for Devin, the gang was here. We stood around a hi-tech rectangular table that could be described as a touchscreen computer on four legs. It had all the latest and several extrao

appeared in the middle of the table. Lucianne’s eyes widened in awe again as Greg tapped on a button that was so subtle that one couldn’t see it because it looked like it was part of the glass. A clear hologram appeared right in the middle, floating right above the table. And Xandar started getting insecure when he felt Lucianne’s awe over his cousin’s highly-advanced technological devices.

CHAPTER 19: EXERTING CONTROL JORDAN: Walking into my office, the first thing most people noticed was my fancy huge glass desk. But this desk was much more than a piece of furniture. It's literally a tech gadget. This desk had a built-in multi-screen setup, a hidden dashboard and under the desk was a biometric panel. The glass surface changes into a touchscreen table so that I could swipe through camera feeds like I was going through photos.

"I'm ready. Show me what you do here." Dustin cleared his throat and pointed at a table covered in a cloth. "So, um...this is kinda what we've been working on." He dramatically pulled away the cloth, revealing a sleek, high-tech microscope. "Ta-da! Our pride and joy. Okay, maybe not joy, but it's definitely advanced." I approached the microscope, intrigued. "And what's so special about this?" Hunter stepped forward, his demeanor more serious. "This microscope isn't just any microscope. It's equipped with cutting-edge technology for detailed genetic analysis. We use it to study DNA, identify mutations, and delve into the molecular intricacies that can lead to diseases."

Requirement exceeded! [3. Autopilot Module × 1 (obtained by disassembling Gareth Doyle's vehicle, requirement met)] [4. Precision Electronic Components × 100 sets (requirement met)] Jake pressed his finger down hard on the golden pulsing button on the system interface. 'System, upgrade me now!' A blinding column of golden light, too bright to look at directly, erupted from within the black motorhome and shot straight into the sky, piercing clean through the gloom overhead.

A small, high-gain dish popped up from the roof rack, its green indicator light flashing instantly as it locked onto the clear orbital path above the garage’s open ventilation shaft. The progress bar on my tablet didn't just tick upward—it leaped. 45%... 70%... 90%... Julian realized what was happening. His face twisted into a mask of pure fury as he lowered his arms and slammed his thumb down on the red button of the cylinder. A high-pitched, metallic whine filled the air, a sound so sharp it made my teeth ache. The screen of my tablet flickered violently, the lines of code distorting into jagged, broken fragments of green and white.

At the center of the room lay the grand holotable, a massive piece of ironmongery that combined ancient stone craftsmanship with retrofitted technology. When Liam and Anna entered, the room was already a hive of controlled chaos. Commander Vane, a veteran of the frontier wars whose face was a map of scar tissue was violently slamming his fist onto the edge of the bronze table. "I don't care if the sub-levels are flooded with radiation!" Vane roared at a trembling young technician. "Get the auxiliary power to the heavy turrets! If those gates don't have juice when the next wave hits, I'll hang you from the battlements myself!"

"I'm quite broke right now but I can try. Your next shipment of Pantiumite will be coming soon so I'll just send it over with that shipment. What is it you would like this time? Another one of those new holographic terminals?" Eyes rolled at the snort from the other side. As much as he denied it, that geezer was absolutely obsessed with the newest technology from the Inner City. He already has the most outstanding house in the Slums and now he was going to have the most technologically advanced house in the Slums. Men and women alike swarmed to his house in the evenings to watch Sable Vogel perform from what they called a 'floating person in a frame'. "I'm not that easily bought over you kno