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The FM 52.7 music catalogue is a holotape in the Fallout 4 Creation Club content "X-02 Power Armor".
Location[]
The tape can be found on the table near Connie at BADTFL regional office, during Speak of the Devil. The password on the cigarette paper is needed to read it.
Transcript[]
**WARNING:** Network functions locked[]
- Locked
Some functions are locked.
Please enter a password for access. Consult your user guide for further instructions.
- Unlocking
Break encryption [Hacker 3+][]
Generate password list [Hacker 1+][]
Enter password[]
- Unlocked
Password entered.
Decrypting...
Decrypting...
Decrypting...
Decryption complete.
Transcriptions[]
Raw audio transcription #0127[]
Pulling voice records...
Matching names to vocal patterns...
Subject record [Connie] found...
Target record not found...
Transcribing...
Connie: We were trying to summon the Black Devil. Ungh...get him to protect the farms so...[inaudible].
Unknown: The man you're looking for is no hero. He's a thief, and the armor he wears rightfully belongs to the Enclave.
Connie: You're...unf...talking nonsense, pal. The Devil's a guardian. Protects the farm from scum like you.
Unknown: Your opinion is irrelevant. All we want to know is where to find him.
Connie: Why don't you check a police station? I hear he works there by day, cleaning toilets. Maybe you oughta take a real good look inside one.
Unknown: Sergeant Hodges, do me a favor and hand me that hammer.
Raw audio transcription #0128[]
Pulling voice records...
Matching names to vocal patterns...
Subject record [Connie] found...
Subject record [Hodges] found...
Target record not found...
Transcribing...
Unknown: You're wasting time. We know you have information on the X-02.
Connie: Ungh...fine. Give me a paper and pencil. I can draw you a map.
Unknown: [inaudible]
Connie: And a cigarette. I need to smoke. Helps with the creative juices.
Unknown: Would you like something to drink as well? Maybe a massage. Officer Bradley here does excellent work with his fists.
Connie: What I need is that cigarette. And not just one, a whole pack.
Raw audio transcription #0129[]
Pulling voice records...
Matching names to vocal patterns...
Subject record [Connie] found...
Subject record [Hodges] found...
Target record not found...
Transcribing...
Unknown: What does this mean, check the wall?
Connie: Didn't you know? Hehe. That's where the devil is. In the details.
Hodges: He's being deliberately evasive.
Connie: Look, if you can't find him, maybe we should call him out. All you need to do is sing his song...
Unknown: Enough stalling! Tell us where the armor is!
Connie: Oh, beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain...
Hodges: Not this again.
Connie: Oh purple mountain majesties, above the fruited plain!
Unknown: For God's sakes, will someone shut this man up?
Connie: America, America! God shed his grace on thee!
Hodges: Careful. Torture may make his testimony unreliable.
Unknown: I don't care, I just want you to shut his goddamn mouth!
Connie: [Error: No text match found]
Raw audio transcription #0130[]
Pulling voice records...
Matching names to vocal patterns...
Subject record [Hodges] found...
Target record not found...
Transcribing...
Hodges: Sir, we've found the armor. It was a hunch, but based on what the prisoner said, we checked the nearby police stations, and it turns out there's a utility tunnel under the Boston Police Rationing Site that matches the description.
Unknown: Good work sergeant. I'm sure retrieving it won't be a problem?
Hodges: The officers are working on it as we speak, sir. What shall we do with the prisoner?
Unknown: Leave him. If he's lucky, he'll bleed to death before the raiders find him.
Related quest[]
Behind the scenes[]
52.7 FM is far below any commercial radio broadcast frequency used in North America. The lowest such frequency designated by the FCC is approximately 87 Mhz.