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The Coursers have found a cat. They thought it was sick but turns out it was just pregnant.

Little cats. X6’s thoughts are flat, disbelieving. They had one cat. The Last Cat. X6 had fully expected that by tomorrow they would have no cats. Now they have thirteen cats. X6 is not sure what to do with such an embarrassment of riches.
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I’ve got a longish Fallout 4 fic in need of a beta reader. It’s an X6 focused Courser fic, very anti-Institute, very pro-synth. Some violence and attempted non-con warnings, but nothing too graphic.
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omg x6!! he’s great i luv him! i also love this idea bc like x6 is a human and he needs to feel stuff (ive never traveled with x6 but i love him a lot lol) ty!!

X6 is really surprised when he realizes he actually is comfortable in the Commonwealth. Father trained him to think anything that didn’t relate to the Institute was bad, but traveling with Sole made X6 think different. He enjoyed the food, despite its radiation. The Commonwealth was alive with dogs and cats and flowers! People were actually trying to get to know him! The Institute wasn’t like that. They weren’t friendly, they didn’t care for animals, and their food had no radiation. X6 felt so different in the Commonwealth than in the Institute. In the Institute, X6 wasn’t allowed to have fun or be happy. They didn’t see him as human. They saw him as a machine with fake flesh and fake bones. To them he was a weapon. But in the Commonwealth, X6 could be whoever he wanted to be. He was allowed to show his emotions and be a real person. In the Commonwealth, nobody saw X6 as a weapon or fake (some people did, but they don’t matter). It was really refreshing for X6 to leave the Institute and go into the pleasant Commonwealth.

X6-88

Jun. 29th, 2017 05:26 pm
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So I checked out fallout 4 nexus in the hopes of any x6 mods. One page, and half of them were for turning him into a white woman, so well done internet.

However there was this mod:

(http://ift.tt/20tj2kb

I will be downloading it, as it is possibly the best thing ever created and renewed my faith in humanity.

Coursers

May. 18th, 2017 04:04 pm
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Okay, this is a lot of headcanons on this, but I have feelings about Coursers in Fallout 4. Please heed the trigger warnings because this is dark.

Coursers are slaves.

They are every bit as slaves as any gen 3s in the Institute, and are, in some very important ways, worse off.

A gen 3 synth in the Institute has a duty, they carry out that duty, they are just one of however many hundreds of synths in the Institute doing the same thing. They are, as far as the humans are concerned, invisible, about as important as the piping in the walls of the electrical wiring. It’s a pretty dreadful way to live, but in a place like the Institute it’s desirable, because you are basically invisible.

The Coursers don’t get that. There are few of them, and they work directly with the SRB. They don’t get to be invisible, they are always, constantly, hideously visible. To a bunch of people who consider them nothing but unthinking tools.

Imagine: A Courser goes out on a mission, the mission goes wrong. The Courser is badly wounded, there is blood everywhere, parts of them are open to the air that shouldn’t and it doesn’t matter how brainwashed they are- they cannot breathe, the pain is too much, they are seeing things they really don’t want to. They are snatched back to the Institute. The Courser gets fixed up, but cannot speak to anyone about what they have seen- because that would be defective. They have just to deal with it and, if it gets too much or trauma is piled on top of trauma until they can’t cope any more, they have their memories erased. 

And just ask Nate how well that works on fixing trauma. 

The Courser has terrors now, irrational and incomprehensible as the thing under Dunwich Borers. Senseless and impossible to understand without context.

Imagine: There are two Coursers. They are both very, very good at their jobs. Two SRB workers get into an argument over which one would win in a fight. They order the Coursers to fight and place bets. There is a pool. Coursers are tough, they are fast, they are strong, they fight for hours until the floor is covered in blood. Eventually a superior turns up and stops the fight. 

The workers sulk off, next time, they’ll be more careful. Z2 was totally going to kill X6, dude! The Coursers go back to barracks, try and mop themselves up, try and avoid those workers again but of course, that’s impossible.

Imagine: There are some scientists the Coursers know to avoid. Of course, they can’t do that forever, they get called by designation and besides, those scientists have favorites. Sometimes, another Courser might step in, hope the scientists in question would go with it and give their fellow a break (because they can’t take much more of this, they can see it in their eyes, and no amount of resets are going to help if it just happened over and over and over and over). The scientists say there’s a mission. Of course there isn’t. Coursers are smart, they know. They are smart. They are strong. They are physically perfect.

They are beautiful.

The scientists tell them to take their clothes off.

The Coursers work in the SRB. There are only a few of them. They stand out in clothes, in demeanor. They cannot hide. They are reset more than all other group of synths put together, and with every reset, their loyalty to the Institute is reinforced. They are unquestionably loyal. They will die for the Institute, follow every order, lay down their lives without question, without hesitation.

And go back every time to the same barracks, which is soundproofed because no amount of resets can stop them screaming in their sleep, break from programming to carry out small, repeated rituals. Z2 touches every wall a certain number of times. X4 breaks down their guns and cleans them, over and over even though the white plastic is blinding and the laser mirrors threaten to burn their hands every time they catch the light. X6 just sits on the edge of his bunk and stares into space, endlessly. He doesn’t speak. He’s not even really here, just- going away, inside himself for a while. They all have a little quirk, or more than one, or maybe they’re not so small any more. But they never talk about it, never suggest a reset.

They try and keep an eye out for each other, angle into taking over duties if one of them looks- bad. Not reset bad, but so badbad they don’t have a word for it. When the trauma and mess is just too big, too much. When they can’t even pretend to be a machine (because you can’t turn people into machines, but you can force them into pretending a pretty convincing facsimile if you abuse them enough), and the scientists are going to notice. They’ll order them reset. And when that doesn’t work it’ll happen again, and again, and again until it’s obvious this unit is defective and they are taken away.

The other Coursers are not sad. And maybe some of them even look forward to it a little bit. It must be quiet, at least, peaceful, all dark and nothing to hurt you. Of course that’s a wrong thought, wasting Institute material. Nothing is wasted in the Institute, they shouldn’t even be considering it. But it- sounds nice.

There’s a little more meat in the Coursers’ food the next day. They eat it anyway. 

August 2017

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