They woke me up with a bucket of icy cold water to the face. If I tried to doze off, they’d shock me awake again. They berated me for hours before taking me into a tiny concrete room with a question projected onto the wall in front of me. It told me that they were letting me go back into the wastes and they gave me a choice of two things to take: A sexy goth GF with black lipstick and a skrillex haircut, or six months of rations and cache of weapons. They said they gave me two choices, but in reality there was really only one.