Their armies came from the south, beyond the Glowing Sea. First were the scouts, then the scientists. It didn't take them long to encounter the Institute.

The Institute's synths were recovered and studied by the Enclave.

 

Our President, John Henry Eden, expressed interest in weaponizing these salvaged synths to bolster our armies.

 

...then I was conceived. "I can win the minds of men," Eden once told me, "but you my dear, shall win their hearts."

 

There were many, many more before me.

 

Each Naomi unit was deployed for testing, and recycled after suffering catastrophic damage.

 

My mind, much like Eden, was an amalgam of simulated personalities. They chose the greatest American generals and soldiers and forced their minds into me.

 

My handlers had "fun" conditioning me. They poked and prodded, and tried to hard-code patriotism in me, "just like Liberty Prime" as I overheard some of them say.

 

...
[chuckles]...let's start again shall we?

 

In war there is no...?

 ...substitute for victory.

 

Only those Americans who are willing to die...?

...for their country are fit to live.

 

No poor bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by...?

...making other bastards die for their country.

 

War is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is...?

...the sooner it will be over.

 

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys...?

...it is all hell.

 

I have never advocated war except...?

...as a means of peace.

 

We're done. Good girl.

 

They had to test my conditioning after every deployment, and if I wasn't patriotic enough, their "discipline" would continue.

 

...

My flesh, enhanced with a modified strain of FEV and interwoven with ballistic fibers, could take punishment, much to their delight. I was made a weapon of war and plaything for these men.

 

"Blonde Beast," "Klaus Barbie," "Bloody Blonde Bitch," "War Doll" were some of the lovely names R&D gave me...

 

But I did what they designed me for - kill, motivate, and if need be, love. Love in particular - something that the Eden administration lacked and desperately needed if they were to be accepted by the people.

 

They needed a pretty face to sell their "freedom" to the Commonwealth. With me as the spearhead. Many chose to join me. Those men were called the Minutemen.

 

Men are such strange creatures. Some saw me as a propaganda starlet - others actually saw me in combat and were left aroused and astonished, but nevertheless willing to aid me. With nearby Enclave troopers assuring them that "she's on our side, citizen soldier!" the militia men rallied behind me, and I personally led them into combat.

 

My abilities and toughness were never questioned much, thanks to the assurances of Enclave propaganda. I chose to battle with little on, since anything I wore usually was shredded by the end due to my fighting style. This only helped to motivate my men more.

 

The wastelanders gave me much better nicknames - "Liberty in the Flesh," "Atomic Babe," "Young Blood & Guts," "General Guns." But at the insistence of Enclave PR, most militia men called me Generalissimo, the General of Generals. I was in effect, in command of all Commonwealth Militia forces...

 

To Be Continued...