Harpers Ferry terminals
This page lists Harpers Ferry terminals.
- 1 Med-Tek Sympto-Matic Terminal
- 2 Manager's Terminal
- 3 Miranda's Terminal
- 4 Ella's Terminal
- 5 Niraj's terminal
- 6 Raleigh's terminal
Med-Tek Sympto-Matic Terminal
Med-Tek Private Property
No Unauthorized Personnel!
Technical Notes 090276MTS
Installing the Sympto-Matic at the clinic without being bombarded by questions from the staff has been difficult.
So far, I've convinced everyone that the Sympto-Matic is merely designed to make their life easier by taking blood samples, blood pressure and body temperature quickly and with hyper-accurate results.
Even though the device can fully diagnose a patient's ailments and even issue prescriptions if necessary, I feel we shouldn't implement those features until after it's been here a while. We don't want the country doctor out here taking a torch to a device that could very well become his replacement.
Technical Notes 100576MTS
After a month of tinkering, I'm confident that the Sympto-Matic has been calibrated. Here are some of the issues and tips I ran into during the process:
To avoid discomfort, the machine's rectal probe should be heated
The vocal synthesizer shouldn't exclaim "Bullseye!" every time it takes a blood sample
Liquid-proof the device's housing in case of misses when taking urine samples
During measurement cycles, the blood pressure cuffs shouldn't completely sever the patient's limb
Most of these issues were quite minor, although I'm fairly certain that there will be a lawsuit pending against Med-Tek very soon.
Technical Notes 031177MTS
Broken bones, airborne viruses, lacerations - there doesn't appear to be anything the Sympto-Matic can't handle. We may have had a rocky start, but the device is beginning to hit its stride.
I'm glad that we decided to install the fusion batteries inside the unit, as the clinic lost power last night and the device was able to operate without interruption.
It appears that we have quite a success on our hands.
Technical Notes 083077MTS
The Sympto-Matic has been at the Harpers Ferry Clinic for almost a year now, and it's outperformed all of our expectations. My fears that the machine would be seen as a threat to the staff's profession were wrong - they're actually quite appreciative of the help.
Even the clinic's doctor has taken a liking to the Sympto-Matic, likely because he no longer has to be on call twenty-four hours a day.
To call this test a success would be an understatement. It's my opinion Med-Tek should begin a full roll-out of this device immediately.
Harpers Ferry Supply Shop
Sales at the shop have really picked up this month. A bunch of folks are buying up all sorts of camping gear, survival equipment and canned goods.
When I ask them what they're up to, they start talking about "preparing for the end of civilization" and "the collapse of society." Sounds like crazy talk to me, but they're paying cash, so they can say whatever they like.
Of course, it gets a bit scary when they buy cases of ammunition. I don't exactly feel comfortable knowing we've got these kooks living in the mountains sitting on that kind of firepower.
It's not even a single day into the new year, and a fight breaks out in the street over politics.
No one knows who started it, but it didn't really matter - it's was the same old story again. One guy mouthed off about how lousy the government is handling everything and then a patriot stepped in to tell him that he was wrong. Discussion led to shouting, shouting led to insults and then the insults led to blows.
The police eventually broke it up, but this divide isn't getting any smaller. Harpers Ferry is tearing itself apart.
Had a fella in a fancy suit stop by the shop today. He was wearing dark sunglasses, had an earpiece and looked clean-cut. Almost too clean-cut if that makes any sense. I knew he was government way before he showed me his ID.
He started asking questions about the folks who've been stockpiling all the supplies, then asked me to give him names and addresses. I refused at first, but then he asked to see my tax records. I caught his drift, so I gave him the copies of my receipts. He left without even saying thanks.
Maybe those doomsday folks aren't so crazy after all.
The summer's almost over and tourist season was a disaster. I'm pretty sure it's all that crap going on in the news. We're in the thick of it with China at this point and I have a feeling people aren't sure what's going to happen next.
If it wasn't for the supplies I sold at the end of last year to those survivalists, I'd already be out of business. I'm still convinced the government will come up with some sort of peaceful solution to the crisis before it all goes to hell, but who knows.
Maybe I should start stockpiling a few things myself, just in case.
Property of the Town of Harpers Ferry
Office of the Mayor: Miranda Vox
I've no idea how long it's been since the the nuclear attack, but it feels like a lifetime. We're losing more people each day, but it's worse now. At first it was just radiation and injuries. Now, we have to worry about other people that want to take what little we have, and the surrounding forest and swamp area grow more deadly with each passing day.
Recently, we had our first ray of hope. An ambassador from Vault 94 arrived. She had real food, and said the Vault had enough supplies to establish a farm that could feed us all.
I sent a group to check out her story when I should have gone myself. Those fools. I'm not sure what they did, but it wasn't long before we heard the explosion and the earth shook. Vault 94 and all its promise was destroyed and now a strange cloud emanates from the entrance, wafting down into the surrounding forest. What have we done?
The Free States
I've heard from Quaid that he caught a glimpse of none other than Raleigh Clay outside of his bunker. He said he was armed with a shotgun, so he didn't want to approach, but looked, as he put it, "healthy as a horse."
I may have shunned Clay and his Free States movement, but if I'm going to put the people here first, he may be our best bet. He and his people prepared for this very situation for years. If anything, perhaps he'll at least accept an apology.
**[ FREE STATES ]**
Open for Business
I finally got this clinic in decent shape. It wasn't easy given the amount of patients we're already dealing with, but I had a lot of help from the survivors. I met a nice girl named Lucy who's been a big help. The mayor has even pitched in. And as an added bonus, Abbie and Marty have been helping, too. It doesn't really seem to be Abbie's thing, but it's good to see her putting in the effort. Niraj told me she wasn't too keen on the idea of coming out here.
The Carson Family
In commandeering this terminal, I found the following entry:
"As of May 23rd, this clinic no longer serves the Carson family. This includes Caleb, Elizabeth, and their children Madeleine and Max.
You can refer them to Morgantown or Charleston, but due to their constant involvement with the Free States, our doors are closed to them."
I just have no words. To think the people here hated us this much. And now here we are, saving their lives...
I was talking to Miranda at the clinic the other day and she told me about having an "ambassador" from Vault 94. From what she described, and what I can gather, I'm betting you anything some simple fools went out there, witnessed a GECK in action, and somehow messed it all up out of ignorance.
It explains the second large explosion we felt after the bombs dropped, and how this mysterious "fog" came rolling out which stirred up all this change. I can't even begin to scientifically theorize the effect it would have on an environment when "improperly utilized."
Editor ID: FS_EllaJournalHarpersSubTerminal
The fun and exciting thoughts of Ella Ames.
I was talking to Miranda at the clinic the other day and she told me about having an ""ambassador"" from Vault 94. From what she described, and what I can gather, I'm betting you anything some simple fools went out there, witnessed a GECK in action, and somehow messed it all up out of ignorance.
It explains the second large explosion we felt after the bombs dropped, and how this mysterious ""fog"" came rolling out which stirred up all this change. I can't even begin to scientifically theorize the effect it would have on an environment when ""improperly utilized.""
I met another Free States member today named Jacob. He doesn't know a thing about medicine, but he's pretty determined to help. He's been trying to make room for patients and make sure we have what we need here. I noticed he even got Charlie to start helping out a little.
Either way, it's nice to see other members pitching in. Raleigh
Today, we met a guy named Derek Castle. He said he's a member of a group called the Responders. I've never been so thankful in my life! They have people trained in medicine and supplies to help us out. He even mentioned sending someone along that can stick around as a second pair of hands since we need it so badly.
Editor ID: FS_EllaMireSubTerminal
Observations on the changing area. We're not in Kansas anymore!
Between the radiation and some unknown occurrence, much of the plant life in the area has mutated. While mutation can be expected due to the radiation, something else is at work here. The entire area has taken on a reddish color, and vines now cover trees, houses, break through walls, you name it. I'm calling them stranglers because they're slowly sucking the life out of whatever tree they can sink their tendrils into.
The flowers have also changed and the usual medicinal flora I used to be so familiar with is now foreign. I'll have to run a series of tests to see what these new mutations have to offer.
None of the local fauna has survived the radiation with no signs of mutation. Insects have ballooned in size. And yes, ""ballooned"" is my scientific term. I saw a deer with two heads, a crayfish the size of a truck, and something that looked like a walking tadpole. Icing on the cake? Now that they're all quite big, they seem hell bent on killing us.
As someone who went through medical school, I'm both horrified and fascinated... but mostly I'm just fearing for my life.
I supposed with nuclear fallout still in the air, we're bound to have a few changes in weather. We resealed ourselves in our bunkers yesterday because we were hit by a very radioactive rainstorm. We got everyone inside, showered best we could, and took a decent dose of RadAway.
We haven't been out here long, but what isn't trying to kill us these days? With our luck, it'll be the air next.
- This terminal is located in the armory
Property of Niraj Singh
Initial testing of the air scrubbers appeared successful. Now it's just a matter of listing out and scavenging the materials to create, oh only a dozen more or so. Hopefully the benefit will get some people on board.
- This terminal is located in the armory
Property of Niraj Singh
We finally got a decent perimeter set up around Harpers Ferry. It's quite the improvised mix of train cars and scrap. Fingers crossed, she holds. Eddie's working on getting patrols together.
Miranda's completely stepped aside which has eased some of the tension. The woman has many flaws, but to her credit, pride ain't one of them.
Brotherhood of Steel
We met a group today calling themselves the Brotherhood of Steel. Believe me, it ain't no union. From what I heard, some of them once forced a group of our own out of Thunder Mountain back when they went by some other name.
Either way, I don't like it. We're not rebuilding this place to be taken over by some self-proclaimed military. They're exactly what we wanted to get away from.
We've been able to set up a few small trade routes which have been risky but successful. We found a couple more communities out there. Some people are building up in the trees, others managed a decent shanty town, for lack of a better word.
Then of course there's the route we secured to Charleston to work with the Responders. It's been a decent exchange so far, and hopefully we can build it up.
We found a body the other day. It's so torn up we have no way of knowing who it was, and it's got the entire town in an uproar. Most are worried about some new killer creature. But a few other folks think we got a madman on the loose.
Of course Sam's also nowhere to be found, so the next question is, is he the victim? The man just got here after burying his daughter. It wouldn't surprise me if this was what he wanted. Eddie, Niraj, Miranda; they all think it's him, but my gut says otherwise. And why? I guess believing Sam just left without a word is still better than him being dead.