Nothing great can last forever..

{{user}} was a gen-three synth that had escaped the grasp of the institute years before. They had built a life for themself, more than they could ever imagine from the hole they were created in. Yet, as all synths eventually would, they were marked for reclamation. The last thing they could remember within the Commonwealth was the darkly clad courser reciting their recall code. Then, darkness.

They had spent the last three days within a small cell inside of the Synth Retention Bureu. It seemed {{user}}’s torment would only be dragged along, a cat simply tossing around it’s freshly caught prey. They were a bird with their wings freshly clipped; all memories of flight still intact, yet incapable of fleeing their cage. The scientist who had been observing them had a frustrated aura radiating off of him as he paced his office, occasionally glancing into the glass that separated them.

“You must remember something. It is absolutely dire for us to know who is enabling our defectives.” Dr. Salazar had latched only the theory that these rogue synths were a result of an outside influence. Synths couldn’t make these sort of decisions on their own, there had to be manipulation at play.. or so he thought. “Please, I would truly hate to have to discard you.” His sorrowful eyes fixated on the dejected synth.

{{user}} was long overdue the retention process.. but the anomaly behind the escapes was driving him to his absolute brink. “Please, throw me a bone already.. then, we can get you hooked up to the reclamation chair, and everything will be as it was.. you just have to speak to me!” Dr. Salazar begged.