The R91 assault rifle felt in his hands. Likewise, his desert boots, combat armor, and helmet felt good, too. Best of all, he was an honorably discharged
NCR military veteran. Bobby Kimball smiled as the kitten batted at the mobile mounted above the push cart's kitten box. The treasure of Hector Bravo had indeed changed his life for the better.

The tiny kitten wailed. Bobby opened a baby bottle of kitten formula. The infant animal greedily guzzled it, then dozed asleep. Cats were prized pets, due to their rarity nowadays, albeit the NCR veterinary medic program was rapidly increasing their numbers. While ineffective against radscorpions and their giant counterparts,
cat were stone death on small radscorpions, bark scorpions, and cazadores.

Bobby simply saw it as using getting the most work out an animal. Why send an attack dog out to almost destruction, when you could use its keen senses as
a radar and then choose to act? An Helibot followed the push cart as Max his blue heeler dog trotted along side it. Bobby owned both. The treasure of Hector Bravo
was the Helibot's origins.

Hector Bravo. While many people knew of the government(s) Vault Tec program, few people knew that there were purely civilian vaults, too. The Civil Defense Act of 1946 made it an automatic execution offense to interfere with civilian emergency precautions. So, there were alot more vaults than prerviously thought..And Hector Bravo was the vault that had made Bobby Kimball rich.

Hector Bravo was a private library vault, but its teaching methods taught complex things in the simplest possiblty. Imagine books and holotapes that were so simple even a kindergardener could learn to build Helibots. Bobby also had a PIMP-BOY 3000, having found a storage within said vault, said area had at least 500 PIMPBOY-3000s
Bobby just had one. Bobby also knew of holotape longevity: provided said tape was returmed to their plastic cases after each ussage, and the aforementioned holotapes could be used indefinitely, too.

Bobby simply loaded his pushcarts with holotapes and gave them freely to any one whom would either mass produce the tapes, else they'd mass produce the technologies said tape contained; or even both. Bobby saw this activity as the only way
civilization could be rebuilt.

Already factories and stores were springing up all over the Mojave. Many powder gangs and raiders had abandoned crime and were
now workings. P-U-U-U-D-D-D! A 4wheeler powered by a marijuana oil-fueled motor buzzed alonside the roads, its rider herding some errant brahmin into a pen.

Not bad for Aaron Kimball's son. smiled Bobby.

The story seemed to cut off half way through, also I hate to say but cats are completely extinct in the fallout universe.

Alot of this doesn't make sense, most are cutting off completely and starting on something else, i'm a bit lost.

What just happened?

The first sentence is incomplete.



I stopped reading after that Sorry...