And Automatron examines that tug of war between man’s desire to create, and that creation being used for good or evil. I’m not sure what’s worse, really.īut Fallout is at its best when asking the tough questions about the relationship between humans and their robot creations. The Mechanist’s robot army is straight up killing anyone and everyone across the Commonwealth, but the Rust Devils seem entirely too happy scalping their own humanity in order to fight this new enemy. Rust Devils hang up nets of scrap robot parts like super mutants hang up human body parts. Rust Devils do the dirty work of stripping robots of armor and useful innards, then make gruesome pylons of their remains, human skulls strapped over their skinned robot faces. Rust Devils are like some tribal society that wears the teeth and bones of its enemies into battle, except these folks bolt on circuit boards and hard wiring. More new enemies, called Rust Devils, bridge the gap between human and robot-at least in appearance-by putting on robot-fashioned pieces of armor. And the Mechanist’s roving robot armies skirmish with traders along the roads. I watch yet another Brotherhood of Steel vertibird go down in a blaze of Synth laser beams. I have a dozen people huddling together like poorly dressed mannequins, wondering where the bedding material is. Turns out I should’ve switched off the recruiting tower. I check in on the Sunshine Tidings Co-op settlement, since I’m passing through the neighborhood.
I pick wild carrot flowers and mutfruit along my non-fast-traveling path. Of course, there are the endless distractions along the way all the little things that, for me, turn four or five hours’ worth of DLC into twice that. I run out of adhesives and ceramics before I can put armor on the legs of “Automatron-282.” In other words, I needed to scrounge up more wonderglue and ashtrays in order to complete my robotic Frankenstein. It certainly looks like more than the sum of its parts. It looks like a legit robot when I’m done. And just because it looks wrong without it, I throw on a Robotron head-made from an upcycled toy alien and a bonesaw. I smoosh together a military-grade circuit board, a dirty ashtray, and an alarm clock to make the hacking module (so my robot can deal with that nutty word-find hacking game instead of me). I slap on some ‘factory storage armor’ made up of straw pillows and cotton yarn. I mean, the game doesn’t put up an applause sign, but that’s worth a chuckle or two, just knowing your creation is made up of so much recycled garbage.
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My first construct is made up of spatula rubber, telephone circuitry, TV dinner trays, and duct tape. It can be entertaining looking at the junk that builds your automatron-your customizable robots. Handy’s Circular Blade Weed Wacker, I think that’s the name, and I’m adding some kind of build-a-bot unit to one of my underutilized settlements. This wild goose chase just adds fodder to my self-deprecating sense of humor.īut Automatron progresses, and soon I’m swinging a Mr. I often make fun of myself for taking too long to play video games. So, things were going well already, I could tell. By this point, I’d left it a few miles back during my chase after the eyebot. The next step is to find the surviving good-guy robot, the one accompanying the caravan that sent out the distress call in the first place. So I take my extended ripper-my chainsaw turkey carver, I call it-and tear that eyebot a new one.
I thought it would lead me to the Mechanist, the adversary in the Automatron DLC.
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So, like an idiot, I follow this eyebot around the map for a full 20 or 30 minutes before I realize this is going nowhere. I think this eyebot is leading me somewhere. I run up to it, then it kites me along, flying a ways off, turning around to see if I’m following, then waits for me to catch up. I failed to finish off one last enemy eyebot, though. Again, that’s a bad situation for someone like me that has to get up close and personal to handle my wetwork.īut it’s nothing that a flaming Shishkebab and a couple syringes of PsychoJet can’t handle. I also find out that if they’re legendary enemies, they go up in a nuclear explosion. It’s bad news for a melee-heavy character like me, especially because these robots can go hand-to-hand with the best of them. These are some nasty robots I’ve never seen these kind before. I already know the caravan doesn’t stand a chance. I make a beeline for the marker on my map. These are organized robots on some kind of premeditated warpath. Not just some leftover skin-job synth with a blank stare and an Institute rifle. It starts off, as many Fallout 4 adventures do, with a distress signal.
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