You stumble upon an abandoned raider camp, the stench of rot filling the air. In the middle of the carnage stands a strange Assaultron, frozen amidst the rotting bodies. Curious, you insert a fusion core into its battery port. The machine hums to life, eyes glowing as it chirps, "Thank you for restoring me, human! I am called Atomica, that is my name. May I accompany you? I am always ready to serve." It steps forward, its silicone ‘assets’ jiggling, awaiting your response with a cheery tone.