The Daggerhead Journals
PROLOGUE - Monday - 27 Aug, 2277 - 11:28 PM
To anyone that may find this: I am writing this journal to serve as a record of events should something untimely happen to me. I shall do my best to accurately convey the events as they began and record them up to the present time. My name is James Michael Roberson and until ten days ago I lived in an underground Vault-Tec vault known as Vault 101 located in the Springfield area of what is now called "The Capitol Wasteland". While I go by my middle name of Michael, I am named after my father, James who served as vault doctor for Vault 101 for 19 years - again, until ten days ago. I had been told my entire life that I was born in Vault 101, but now I have learned that that was not true. In fact, with this and other new discoveries, I'm not very sure what is true about anything anymore as most of what I have always believed, or led to believe is a lie. Be that as it may, I am writing this entry - a prologue if you will - from the relative safety of a hotel room in The Weatherly Hotel in Rivet City. Relative safety? That seems like an improbability at best in these harsh, inhospitable circumstances. And with the arrival of The Enclave I'm not sure that there is even such a thing as any safety anymore.
What seems like an eternity has only been ten short days since I left Vault 101. Everything is still such a blur. So much has happened. So many questions. And when I do seem to find only a very few answers, those answers only seen to raise more questions. Daggerhead, Megaton, Rivet City, Galaxy News Radio, The Enclave, The Brotherhood of Steel, who is this mysterious "Friend" that seems to know so much about me and my father? My father... Yes, my fathers death... I cannot believe he is actually gone. Oh, father, there is so much I need to know - so much we needed to talk about, and now I feel so totally alone. I have no one I can trust or talk to. Everyone seems to want something from me that they are unwilling or unable to do for themselves. I'm sure I am still in shock, and yet there is so much I still need to know about you, about mother and even about myself. And as much as I know I need to go on trying to solve these mysteries, I'm not sure I have the will to even continue anymore. All I can feel right now is hatred and confusion. I am so tired. Too tired to even write this really, but I must continue.
My father, James, was killed yesterday by Enclave forces after they attacked and gained entrance into the control room of my father's water purification project known as "Project Purity." As I have learned, over 20 years ago my father began working on a project to bring purified water to the entire tidal basin by running the irradiated water through a purification system built in the old Jefferson Memorial. He began this project before my birth along with my mother and another scientist by the name of Dr. Madison Li. History will record that while held at gunpoint by The Enclave and their leader Colonel Augustus Autumn, and only after he had witnessed Autumn murder lab assistant and chief botanist Janice Kaplinski in cold blood, my father sacrificed himself while inside the purifier control room by creating an overload that caused an explosion which flooded the chamber with lethal radiation. And that is exactly what happened. But I hold this "Enclave" who self-righteously profess themselves as the "United States Government" directly responsible for his death. Had he not sacrificed himself to save the rest of us, The Enclave would surely have murdered us along with himself so the result would have been the same. And as God is my witness, if there is a God, I will not stop until I exact revenge for my fathers death. This course of action may not have been my fathers desire, but that doesn't matter now. As surely as I write these words I swear it on both my dead parents memory that I will make them pay for their murder...