|The following is based on Creation Club content and has not been confirmed by canon sources.|
- The Third Rail, on the counter.
Three drinks in and I've gotten nowhwere. Trying to follow a machine's logic is trying to play connect the dots with an eraser.
Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I had to write in analog. But that's how they did it in the old days. They'd put pen and paper and then bind it into a book.
People would then put those books into a library, and use it to teach the next man. Over time, all of that was converted into binary data, and then spit back out into terminal text. I suppose in the end, it's just two different ways of saying the same thing.
Oh my god, that's it! The Boston Public Library. Their database has a ton of potential dangerous information, not to mention maps of the Commonwealth. That has to be where it went.