fallout 4 companion reacts

sole finds out they're a synth

There’s the truth, in the black and white ink of the Institute’s documents. Their true name is a number and their memories are lines of coded heartbreak. None of it was even real. Somehow it makes sense- the first real, clear memory they have is of the day the bombs fell. If there was a life before that, their creators didn’t deem it necessary to the experiment. Sole is a synth. Manufactured. Inhuman. An research project to see how a synth would act under the outlandish parameters they’d set. Shaun, their spouse, their memories of their parents, their entire life, all fabrications. Holding the proof with shaking hands, they turn to their companion.

Hancock- He prides himself on being good with words, on always knowing what to say, whether or not it was exactly the ‘right’ thing to say. Very rarely, pre-ghoul or after, has John Hancock ever found himself at a loss for words. Yet here is. He had to hand it to the Institute- they really outdid themselves with Sole. They completely convinced him Sole was a real person. The moment that thought crosses his mind, he feels his stomach bottom out. What the hell was he thinking? Of course Sole is a real person. He built an entire town to shelter people that others saw as subhuman, and he had to scold himself for entertaining the idea, even for a moment, that they were anything less than an exemplary human being. More human than most of the people who would laud their humanity as a virtue. “Hey.” He tips their head up a little. “Look at the bright side- I ain’t gonna outlive you now, and you get to keep all of your skin. We can raise hell for centuries.” A hollow huff of laughter escapes them. He fixes them with a steady gaze. “You’re still you, Sole. That might be hard to believe right now, but its true. You’re the same person that waltzed into Goodneighbor and turned my world upside down. And I’ve still got your back, whatever you’re made of.” He chuckles, “Tinman.” and knocks his knuckles against their chest.

Nick- He put a hands on their shoulder. “Easy there, kid. This is a lot to take in.” He knows too well the way it feels to have the world pulled out from under you in exactly this fashion. It’d been a long time since he woke up in a dumpster with a head full of stolen memories, he knows better than perhaps anyone in the Commonwealth, or at least anyone in the room, what Sole is going through. Yet, he still finds it unimaginable. His memories are real. They’re not his own, but a man named Nick Valentine had existed once. To realize every face in your head, every ghost haunting your dreams, was just a part of your programming, it was unfathomable But just as he understands the feeling of realizing you aren’t really you, that your identity is a lie, he also knows what it means to break free of the preconceived template the Institute laid out for you. “They didn’t make you, understand? Everything you are, everything you’ve done, those got nothing to do with anything they did to you. Whatever they made you for, you made yourself, without their help.” He pulls them into an embrace with one hand and pushes the paper away with the other. They helped him accept this same simple truth, the least he could do was make them see it too.

Curie- She is only just beginning to grapple and understand her own newly found emotions, and all the knowledge she has on the subject are from purely clinical standpoints. The wisdom of old dead men on how to treat someone who is suffering from something impossible to heal through conventional means. She knows this discover must come as a shock to Sole. She knows there are things she should do to comfort them. But she’s unsure of where to begin. “Do you need to sit down?” No response. They merely stare blankly at the paper in their hands. “It is… fascinating a synth could develop such complex emotions as you have, non? If this is true, that is.” She takes a few cautious steps to their side. She tries smiling at them. “You are all the more incredible. To have gained the autonomy… the humanity you have gained. Ah, you are a miracle.” It maybe isn’t as comforting as she might have hoped, and it doesn’t seem to lift their spirits much, but they thank her anyway. It’s the truth really. This discovery just proved how extraordinary they truly were, even more than when she thought they were human. They were a machine that transcended beyond what they were designed for. She hoped to be like them someday.