“It can be bad,” Carlos said. “But it depends on the place it’s kept in, I guess. If there isn’t a lot of ventilation, then there’s less chance of weathering and less chance for things to dehydrate. That phone I tore apart had some great wires where the rubber hadn’t cracked or become brittle, which was a great find.” He glanced at Hancock. “Were your folks well off? I think it would cost quite a bit of caps…”
“Huh, never knew that, but I guess it makes sense.” He shrugged. “As far as wastelanders go, we were pretty comfortable, didn’t live in the upper stands, but that’s more ‘cause there was more room to build down on the field, we had all the caps we needed when we needed ‘em, weren’t struggling or anything. I mean, shit, livin’ in Diamond City ain’t exactly cheap anyway, y’know? Gotta have a pretty good income in order to afford to stay there.”
“Wow,” Carlos said, actually kind of impressed. “I… forgive me, but I didn’t… think people could actually have such thing as a ‘good income’ out here. I’m sorry – it’s most likely my vault mentality still sticking, I just… I got the impression a lot of people had to struggle first before… doing any kind of settling down out here.” Maybe that was a sign that the wasteland was on the mend, as far as society went. Though… could it really be considered ‘on the mend’ when most of the people who experienced the downfall were dead now?
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