Lost secret weapon...

It had sounded like a great plan when Harry the Lisp (one of your old companions in the difficult business of robbing caravans) had came to you, and offered you to blast your way into the old pre-war military bunker. Bound to be plenty of loot there, weapons... ammo... maybe even food. Getting the explosive had been the hard part, luckily the old rock quarry's powder shack had provided.

And sure enough the explosion have opened the door, everything had been coming up roses as yer ol' dad use to say. And then the robots had started swarming out, just Sgt Gutsy model commanding Protectron's at first. Dangerous but nothing your raiders couldn't handle, and so fighting your way inside wasn't that challenging.

The thing was, the deeper you went the worse things got, from over head defense turrets to Robobrains. The deeper you went the worse the fighting, and you still hadn't found anything worth looting. So you had just kept going on, down and down into the ancient bunker. With lights flashing and automated warning blaring at you, using the last of your explosive to take out the sentry bots on the production level.

Things seemed wide open to you, and so you made your way into the last experimental section. And that is when the Assaultron's attacked, now you were trapped here running and hiding, as the last of your crew was chopped to pieces by those damned robots. Desperately you look for some way to escape, finding a room to hide inside a place the robots just don't seem to go. Your safe for now, you pace the room for several minutes as a automated voice keeps asking to to lay on the medical table. You ignore that as you try to figure out how your going to slip by the deadly Assaultrons outside the room.

“Subject uncooperative... initiate anesthetization.” It is then you hear the 'Hiss' of gas, soon the air reeks with a strange bitter smell. You feel yourself getting light headed, and realize you have to get out of the room. However you find that the door is sealed, you beat and struggled against it weakly. The last thing you remember is the sensation of metal clamps gripping and lifting your limp body. You are struggling to stay awake, fighting to not give into the gas that is putting you to sleep.

And then some unknown time later you awake, strangely you are standing upright rather than laying down. Slowly to lift one hand, shocked to see the three fingered metal claw. “Wha!” Your metal body jumps as you look down at it in horror, you look it over in growing shock. Gone is your old human body, although clearly your mind is still intact. Looking around you at last spot your reflection in the glass of a window, you look like a robot however you are still well you inside. Slowly you step out into the hall, cowering as you saw one of the Assaultrons come around the corner. But it just ignores you and marches on by, slowly you wander through the hall unmolested by the defenses. Picking up things as you walk out, finally you are back on the surface. A Cyborg in the wastelands, your gang is all dead now... but you doubt you will have trouble forming a new one.

So, you are Benjamin Caulfield, also known as "Benny the Fasthand". The leader of a small band of caravan robbers and marauders who greedily plundered ancient ruins. The last attempt led to the fact that your entire gang, except for yourself, are now bloody corpses...

And now you yourself...

You are not quite... human.

Almost all of your flesh has been replaced with cold metal...

But your will to live has not weakened yet...