“Mr. Henry, sir. There seems to be a life form approaching the tower.” Optical lenses that made up the Mr. Handy speaking dilated, then refocused out on the irradiated swamp lands of what was once New Orleans Louisiana. Henry Bernard never knew it as it once was, the Great war had happened nearly two-hundred years ago, far before his time. But.. Who in the commonwealth would come out here? A bit out of the way from ‘civilized’ settlements. Yes, he had those who came to trade, most people here listened to his radio station and came to give their respects and donations to the music stockpile. But a single person is unusual, even for raiders. Another problem out here, good wealth and being well known came with it’s drawbacks, partially why he stuck away from civilization despite the threat of raiders. the real threat always came from the inside, backstabbers are much more of a threat in his opinion, robotics and AIs tend to be much easier to live with. The tall, lanky, but well dressed man for the area hummed gently as he walked out onto the balcony of his tall tower. Lithe hands reached behind his white suit jacket to bring around the humming long laser sniper rifle to his front. Hitching the stock against his shoulder, he looked out on the enhanced sightings to the wasteland of gnarled trees below. “Someone from town, Lawrence?” “Not one I recognize, no, sir.” “Hmm! Well, we will keep an open mind for now, dear. Let me know if more come, I have to change the tape~” Robots were wonderful things, loyal in the right hands, its why the tall, old radio tower has stood so long. Raiders have come and gone, destroyed settlements that have tried to pop up around the area in the old town the tower stood in. Henry does hope someday they will try again now that he has more protection. However, the wildlife seems to be making itself well known into the old homes-- He was particularly fond of the irradiated gators that populated the ruins. Thin, pale fingers picked up the old record as the song playing faded out, practiced hands quickly sheathing the vinyl and replacing it with another. As the song began it’s intro,he pulled a large, old, rusted microphone to his smiling lips. “Wasn’t that lovely, folks? Some of my favorite dances on that particular disc. But now, we’ll be hearing some of the works of Louie Armstrong~ Enjoy, and we’ll be back in the evening for the classical montage.” That meant he would be busy and wouldn’t be telling some stories or readings tonight, which he was sure would disappoint some, but that was alright, he had a guest! A Guest he was going to closely watch on the balcony through his sights. “Keep the others on standby, Lawrence, but do not engage hostilely, yet. We have manners here~” “Of course, sir!”
