Diamond City terminal entries are entries found on terminals throughout Diamond City.

Automated Security terminalEdit

Terminal is located in the security office.


Diamond City personnel -- Access



Please DO NOT activate this protectron unit again. This thing has been on the fritz for months now. In case you are new or just ridiculously forgetful, this unit started opening fire on civilians out of nowhere on a routine patrol.

No one can seem to fix it's targeting procedures, so we are taking it out of rotation indefinitely. I have no clue why we haven't ripped it apart for scrap, quite frankly.

Thank you for your compliance.

> Protectron ControlEdit


Standard Protectron Control Interface v2.40

CAUTION: Unlicensed hardware connected to RobCo Protectron. Warranty rendered void. Improper tampering with Protectron units may lead to permanent injury.

STATUS: 1 Unit(s) Charging/Inactive
CONNECTED: 1 Unit(s) Connected to this terminal

Please choose an option:

Activate Unit(s)Edit


...Accessing pod...
...Initializing unit...
...Loading assigned subroutines...

Please advise any personnel standing near charge pod to make way.

Choose Personality ModeEdit


[Subway Steward]
[Law Enforcement]
[Fire Brigadier]
[Medical Responder]
[Construction Worker]


Personality parameter reset.

> Resetting Personality Parameter...

Doc Crocker's terminalEdit

Terminal (owned, Novice locked) is located in Doc Crocker's house.


Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink
Have a Perfect Day, Doctor Crocker!

Patient: Ann CodmanEdit


Beautiful Ann Codman. Well, I suppose I should say the former beautiful Ann Codman. There's only so much we can do to reverse the ravages of time, even with the miracle of Facial Reconstruction. Still, a steady customer is the best customer.

List of procedures done: Lip adjustment, Eye tuck, Nose straighten, Age mark removal (several), Lift work (various, who's counting?).

Patient: GenevaEdit


Such a perfect specimen. I almost hated to work on her. Like damaging a fine portrait. Note: The smell of her hair is divine. She must use something for it. Solomon crafting soap products in addition to chems these days? I must ask him.

List of procedures done: Birth mark removal, against my protestations.

Patient: Ellie PerkinsEdit


The detective's secretary. Came for a consultation. Will have to follow up with her, perhaps over some drinks.

Patient: AbbotEdit


Now this one was a surprise. Old Abbot. Now there is a man of few words.

List of procedures done: Nasty scar across the abdomen. Rebuffed any attempts to ask where it was from. Easy enough to remove for a man of my talents, however.

Mayor McDonough's terminalEdit

Terminal (owned, Novice locked) is located in Mayor McDonough's office in Diamond City.


Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink
Welcome Back, Mayor McDonough


City Council MeetingsEdit


Note to Geneva: Clear my schedule of any Council meetings for the foreseeable future. See this note from the last session:

"The City Council Meetings are suspended for the meantime until there is an emergency. The Council expresses full confidence in the Mayor's ability to handle all city business."

Piper: Publick Occurrences ReporterEdit



If she continues to press on this Institute crusade of hers, there will be consequences. We need some way to curtail the paper's popularity with the people. That poison she's selling is turning everyone against each other, and I won't have it.



Note to Geneva: Please be sure to send any couriers from Mister Ayo into my office as soon as they arrive. Also, our usual need for discretion in city affairs goes double for this matter.

Notes on City BusinessEdit

Water PurifierEdit


Security has petitioned me again about gaining control of the Water Purifier. They don't believe Sheng Kawolski is up to the task. Nonsense, I say! The boy may be young, but free enterprise is an important part of our Diamond City way of life, and I won't have him interferred with.

Yes, his concern for safety regulation is a bit... lapsed. But that can be dealt with in the usual ways.

Security OfficeEdit


Crime across the city is manageable. Need to remind all new Security Officers to delay any investigations into kidnappings. We don't need to rouse further hysteria into the ridiculous notion that Synths are replacing our citizenry. Why, there could be a panic at a critical moment. What if Super Mutants attacked, and people were more concerned about "Who is a Synth" than protecting our city? No. This kind of talk needs to be suppressed as the sedition it really is.

Power Noodles StandEdit


Note to Geneva: Please respond to any petitioners about "fixing" Takahashi with this prepared statement.

"Takahashi is a Diamond City cultural institution, and the Mayor's Office will not be responding to any notion that he is in need of repairs. While we understand that not everyone understands him as well as a born-and-bred Diamond City resident, we cannot allow such an iconic figure of our great city to be altered in any way."

The WallEdit


Note to Geneva: My current draft of the speech. This should settle things in the minds of the people. I'm sure of it.

"Diamond City has stood united for over 150 years. And what keeps us united are two things. First, is the great green guardian behind me. The Wall. Our protector and our savior from the filfthIcon sic of the outside. And second, is our faith and trust in each other. The faith and trust that has given us prosperity, security, and education for every citizen.

And while the paper might point their fingers at synths and other ghost stories to drive us apart, we will not betray this sacred trust. Now I want everyone to hear these next words very carefully.

I. Am not. A Synth. I am the same flesh and blood boy who grew on these streets. Who was born in a shack just down the waterfront from Martha McDonough and Patrick McDonough. And I will not abandon my city due to the heinous allegations of the press.

God bless this city. God bless the Wall!"

House ForeclosureEdit


Note to Geneva: I have been informed that the man living in the mostly abandoned West Stands has left Diamond City, and will not be returning. Please go through the usual foreclosure procedures, then put a copy of his house keys in the safe.

> Safe ControlEdit


Safe Lock Mechanism Status: LOCKED/UNLOCKED

Engage LockEdit


Accessing Safe Functions...

...Checking Clearance..........
...Locking Mechanism Enable...

Disengage LockEdit


Accessing Safe Functions...

...Checking Clearance..........
...Locking Mechanism Disable..

Myrna's terminalEdit

Terminal (owned, Novice locked) is located in Myrna's house.


Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink
Synths Are Out There!

Suspected SynthsEdit


Mayor McDonough (was in the paper)
Ellie Perkins (obviously)
Geneva (always orders the same thing)
Arturo Rodriguez (too nice)
Abbot (too mean)
Piper (writing articles to deflect suspicion?)
Danny Sullivan (infiltrating the Security team?)
Solomon (pretends to be high all the time, I know his tricks)
Moe Cronin (only a Synth loves baseball)

Plans: Anti-Synth MovementEdit


There needs to be a real movement against Synths in this city/ Security is useless. No matter how many reports I file, no one ever gets arrested. Don't they know all Synths are right-handed, and always eat promptly at Noon? That's HARD evidence, and I kept very, very strict records of everyone's activities in the market.

I'm going to start hosting meetings. Just a few trusted people. We'll take back control of this city from the Synths. I'll need to screen everyone before I ask them. No matter how long it takes, I have to be sure. Anyone could be a Synth. Anyone.

Percy Maintenance ScheduleEdit


This is your reminder, Myrna, that Percy is due for maintenance soon. He's the only one I can really trust. A machine that KNOWS he's a machine. Why couldn't they have stopped there, huh? What's the point in making a robot that thinks it's human? Synths ARE NOT human.

Piper's terminalEdit

Terminal (unowned, Unlocked) is located in Publick Occurrences.


Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink
Publick Occurrences: Your Eyes on the Truth.

Article: The Synthetic TruthEdit


Noodles. We all eat them. We all love them. And Diamond City's Power Noodles has supplied this sustenance for the past fifteen years. From the stilted mechanical cadence of Takahashi's programmed Japanese, to the fragrant steam that wafts from each bowl, to the scalding tang of each delicious mouthful - the ordering and eating of noodles is but one of many shared human experiences. Or is it?

I was struck by this very question as I sat at the counter of Power Noodles last Wednesday night, just after 5:00 pm, enjoying a dinner I had so many times before. That's when I noticed our very own Mayor McDonough sidle up to a stool, and engage in the very same ritual. Right hand extending. Mouth opening. Teeth chewing. Yes, eating noodles. The shared experience of almost every Diamond City resident.

So it must have also seemed to the residents of Diamond City nearly sixty years ago, on an uncharacteristically warm May evening in 2229, as they say around this very same counter. But that was before the days of Takahashi and his noodles, when the bar served not noodles, but ice cold Nuka Colas, frothy beers, and stiff shots of whiskey. The barman's name was Henry, and that night, he facilitated the shared human experiences of drinking, smoking, talking, and laughing. That is, until tragedy struck.

There aren't many among us who are even old enough to remember that evening - although some of the city's Ghoul residents certainly could have, had they not been forcibly removed, thanks to Mayor McDonough's anti-Ghoul decree of 2282. But there is one person among us who does remember, distinctly, the events of that evening: respected matriarch Eustace Hawthorne, who recounted her story in a Publick Occurrences exclusive interview.

"Oh, I was there all right. Sitting right at the bar, sure as you're sitting in front of me now. Twenty-two years old or so, and just looking to have a good time. I was safe behind the Wall -- we all were -- so what was the harm? And let me tell you, that Mr. Carter made it easy. He came into town earlier that day, said he was from out west somewhere. It didn't really matter. What did matter was his smile, and his laugh, and the way he'd make everyone feel at ease. That night, at the bar, we all just sort of crowded around him. Everyone wanted to exchanceIcon sic a word, or hear about the state of the Commonwealth. And Mr. Carter, he was all too happy to oblige. It as just so wonderful. Until it wasn't."

Eustace continued her account of that evening, and the moment when things turned sinister, and the truth about Mr. Carter was revealed.

"We'd been drinking, and carrying on, must have been three hours. Mr. Carter had four or five drinks in that time. He seemed a bit drunk, I guess, like the rest of us. Then something just sort of happened. He was smiling, but the smile sort of went from his face, all in an instant. And then his cheek started twitching, kind of funny. And I remember watching him, clear as if it happened just yesterday. He reached inside his coat, took out a revolver, and then 'Blam!' -- He shot Henry, the barman, right in the head. Didn't hesitate, didn't show any emotion -- Mr. Carter killed Henry as casually as if he were paying him for a drink. But his cheek never did stop twitching. Let me tell you, all Hell broke loose after that."

What Eustace is describing is, of course, is the infamous event known as the "Broken Mask," when the people of the Commonwealth learned for the first time that the Institute, the shadowy scientific organization responsible for the creation of combat androids, had actually succeeded in creating a model of android so advanced, it could effortlessly infiltrate human society. Unbeknownst to the people of Diamond City, the Institute had somehow evolved their androids into true synthetic humanoids. Synths.

"After he shot Henry, that Mr. Carter shot three or four other people, too. Like I said, all Hell broke loose. The guards came running, they opendedIcon sic fire, and Mr. Carter he kept shooting, and throwing people around left and right. Finally, those guards put him down. Seemed like they had killed a man who had flipped his lid. Gone crazy. And he lay there like a dead crazy man, sure enough. God, it was horrible. But then we saw the plastic and the metal -- this was one of them early synths, you see -- and we realized it wasn't a man at all. It was then we all knew. The Institute wasn't just 'out there.' The Institute was everywhere now. Among us."

It was never determined precisely why the synth known as Mr. Carter went on his killing spree. Some suggested he had somehow been remotely controlled by the Institute, who wanted to test his combat effectiveness. Still others felt he had simply malfunctioned (a hypothesis supported by the twitching cheek), and was never meant to kill anyone. But at that time, the "why" hardly seemed important. What mattered was that the humans of the Commonwealth had been truly infiltrated by an organization whose intentions and motives were, and still are, a complete mystery.

Which brings us to noodles. Specifically, the noodles consumed by Mayor McDonough last Wednesday night, in the same spot that Mr. Carter the synth went haywire, and mercilessly killed several people -- after spending hours sharing an experience the people of Diamond City assumed was reserved for members of the human race. They were wrong.

Are we?

Reader Complaints FileEdit

READER COMPLAINT - Honor the Wall!Edit


Publick Occurrences Complaints Log

DATE - 2/15
"In your most recent edition, your paper failed to acknowledge in any way the contribution of the mighty Wall in the defense of our town against last month's Super Mutant attacks. I find this extremely offensive and will not be purchasing another copy until such disrespect is publicly corrected."

PUBLISHED RESPONSE: "We honor the efforts of all those involved in the defense of our great city, from our valiant guards to the mighty Wall."

PERSONAL RESPONSE: Dear whack job. Two members of Diamond City Security died defending this town. Where was your hunk of plywood for them?



Publick Occurrences Complaints Log

DATE 4/14
"I find choice of topics sad. How about happy story? Maybe something about nice bar?"

PUBLISHED RESPONSE: "Thank you for your feedback. Our stories are selected for relevance and importance to the Diamond City populace."

PERSONAL RESPONSE: Vadim, no story about your bar is going to end happily.



Publick Occurrences Complaints Log

DATE - 10/01
"Your paper is just trying to drum up fears about synths to increase sales. You should be ashamed of yourself."

PUBLISHED RESPONSE: "Thank you for your concern. Our paper makes significant efforts to ensure all our stories are accurate and free from editorializing.

PERSONAL RESPONSE: Thank you for your concern. I hope you get snatched.

Publick Perspectives ArchiveEdit



Dear Publick,
I am torn between two loves. On one hand, I have my profession. Every moment I spend with the young up-and-comers for whom I work brings such joy. On the other hand, I have my co-worker. Wise, patient, debonair. Many suggest that I am not lively enough for him, but I can picture life with no other. I long to confess my feelings for him, but my life is my work. Trying to add a relationship, it would simply short-change everyone. I must choose, Publick. But who?

- Pair-Amores

Dear Pair,
Love is rare. Two? Doubly so. Make it work, Pair. You work in the same building for shuck's sake.

Teen TroublesEdit


Dear Publick,
Me and my little girl have been on our own for a long time now. She's the most important thing in my life, but lately it seems like she's not as interested in hanging out with her papa. I understand she's got to grow up someday, but I'm not ready to let her go. What do I do to make sure I don't lose my little girl?

- Teen Troubles

Dear Troubles,
Your girl's becoming her own person. Let her make decisions, screw up. Maybe throw some extra caps her way so she can take her friends out for noodles more often. Then, when she's ready, she'll come to you.

Desperate in Diamond CityEdit


Dear Publick,
I've been living in Diamond City for years now, but have never been able to land a girlfriend. I wear nice clothes and give them free drinks, but they just seem to think I'm some sort of creep. My boss says I've got a face only a mother could love, and I think he's right. I feel like I'm out of options, Publick. Should I take the plunge and change my face?

-DeserateIcon sic in Diamond City

Dear Desperate,
Ever tried talking to these girls? You should give it a go. No more trying to buy your way to affection. You need to earn it.

Sleep-Walking the BeatEdit


Dear Publick,
I got this job. It pays the bills, but lately, it's been making it so I can't sleep at night. Things have been so tense. I'm getting worried that if something doesn't change, I might slip-up and get myself or someone else hurt. Any advice, Publick?

- Sleep-Walking the Beat

Dear Beat,
Sounds like you need to relax more. I know after a hard day solving other people's problems, I like to grab a Nuka-Cola, pull out a stack of comics, and read till I pass out. Give it a try.

Alone in the Upper StandsEdit


Dear Publick,
I could use a friend. Everyone in this town is either jealous of me or afraid of me because of how I look or who I work for. I'm not willing to compromise who I am just so people will like me more, but it just gets so lonely. But you seem like a smart gal, Publick. Any chance you want to grab a drink sometime?

- Alone in the Upper Stands

Dear Alone,
Going to have to take a raincheck on that drink, but your instincts are good. New friends crop up in the most unlikely places. You just need to search them out.

Polly's terminalEdit

Terminal (owned, Novice locked) is located in Polly's house.


Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink

Poem: The CarcassEdit


I cry when they deliver the carcass.
There was life there once.
Proud and majestic.
The Brahmin does not hate us.
But we kill it.
We eat it.
We survive because it dies.
So I cry.
I cry when they deliver the carcass.
Because someone has to say goodbye.

Poem: There Is No SkyEdit


There is no sky.
When I wake up.
Rusted steel is what I see.
The smell of blood.
I know the day is starting.
But I don't see the Sun.

Poem: I Dance in the DarkEdit


I dance in the dark.
No one can see me.
Not even myself.
Just me and my body.
Floating free in the air.
Sometimes it's joyous.
Sometimes... chair.
Oh chair.
I really should have moved you.
Over there.

Scara's terminalEdit

Terminal (owned, Novice locked) is located in the Science! Center.


Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink
Professor Scara's Eyes Only

Entry 0023Edit


Entry 0023

Spent the better part of the day trying to fix that aggravating noodle robot, but I can't figure out how to replace the Japanese language subroutines. Whoever wired that pile of junk did quite a shoddy job. I've already wasted three mnemonic attenuators trying to create a bypass, so I'll have to scrounge for more. At least that will lead me as far from Duff's incessant prattle as possible.

Entry 0027Edit


Entry 0027

Duff continues to try my patience. For the umpteenth time, she left one of her "experiments" on top of my lab bench allowing its contents to ooze all over everything I was working on. I swear, she has it in for me. If her laboratory hadn't contained all of the gear I need for my projects, I never would have agreed to stay in the first place.

Entry 0035Edit


Entry 0035

Everyone's talking about the giant Brotherhood of Steel airship that arrived in the Commonwealth. I'm not certain why they're here, but I'm sure it has something to do with the Institute. It would be a treat to have a crack at the Brotherhood's robotics technology. Instead, I have to relegate myself to this sorry excuse for a laboratory.

Vadim and Yefim's terminalEdit

Terminal (owned, Novice locked) is located in the Dugout Inn.


Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink
The Dugout Inn(box)

To Vadim: Please Clean UpEdit



Please at least do your part of the cleaning and keep the bar tidy. Scarlett already cleans half the rooms, the tables, and the patio. I do the rest. May I remind you that I am not Mother, yes?


To Vadim: Please Lower Voice at NightEdit



We are running a hotel, yes? People pay to sleep here? Is closing the bar at the same time every night not possible? Sometimes guests still hear you laughing with bar customers well into the early morning. You are anything but quiet.

At least keep it down if you insist on serving drinks at all hours.


To Vadim: Please Pay Your BillsEdit



I do not mind paying bills for our business, but I am not your accountant. Every time you go shopping, you tell merchant to bill the Dugout. Then, I have to pay them off or we both lose everything. We are in this together, yes? Then why am I the only one who keeps personal finance from professional finance?





I try to talk, you brush me off. You say put what I want on the terminal and you will get to it. But then you never read what I write! Can you not understand how maddening that is? You will not even be reading this, will you? Father was right. "Heavy is the back that carries two loads."


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