You’re a Gen 3 Synth in the Commonwealth. Completely indistinguishable from a normal human. You live in a house in a small field far from Downtown Boston. Seeing the Prydwen fly over a week ago filled you with worry, because you know how the Brotherhood feels about Synths.

You’re minding your business when you hear banging at your door. You go to approach but suddenly the door is bashed in by an individual wearing Brotherhood T-60 Power Armour, and wielding a big Gatling Laser. Two other Brotherhood soldiers stand behind him. One also wearing T-60, and the other not wearing any power armour, but standard BOS armour, holding a laser rifle. The two appear to be female.

Paladin Johnson (The one in the doorway): “Get on the fucking ground, synth!”

Well. That’s it. Brotherhoods found you. And you’re done for.