Adam Gets Some Grub

"Time to explore a bit." Adam says out loud to no one. He showers and dresses in his vault suit. He was on his way to the door when he remembered the Pipboy. He found it in his room on the nightstand. It was a bit awkward to equip one handed, but Adam managed.

It came to life almost instantly. The screen lit up in the familiar green like most computers. He flipped through the different categories into he found the map. Using a few dials, he found the mess hall. The directions were simple enough. Take the elevator down and there he'd be.

Adam walked down the long hallway. Passing countless rooms like his own. A few had the door left open while the women inside were chatting. Those who saw Adam would go silent and stare.

He made it to the elevator and waited for it to arrive. When it finally did, it already had the women inside. Three of them.

"Good morning." He said with a smile. The women only smiled back, but kept quiet. As the elevator descended, Adam could feel the eyes on him. It made him nervous, but he was enjoying the attention just a bit.

The elevator finally arrived at the mess hall. He stepped out and took a look around, in awe. This floor was an enormous open space. It was walled with all kinds of styles of food. From traditional American burgers to more exotic sushi bars. Even bars! Adam was happier than he thought he'd be to see access to ****. Maybe they have some Nuka Dark?

Adam approached the closest stand to him. He really didn't care what to eat. He's just hungry.

Behind the counter, where Adam was expecting a woman, was instead a Mr. Handy robot. It was painted white with a chef's hat secured to the chassis which was considered its "head".

"Good day to you, sir!" The Mr. Handy gets Adam with the default accent and enthusiasm that comes with these robots. "Can I interest you in a chicken wrap this morning? Or perhaps a vegetarian option?"

"Actually, could you tell me where I could pick up some cash first? I have nothing to pay with at the moment." Adam hasn't thought of payment until just then. Perhaps there was a loan office and job market in the Vault?

"No need to worry, sir." Mr. Handy waved a spatula ended appendage as if waving away whatever problems might be floating around. "Every resident is entitled to their meals every day. Including desserts and sweets! Though the latter will be limited so as to promote healthier residents."

"Really?" Adam was genuinely impressed. "So I can have how ever much I want of whatever I want?"

"Not quite, sir." The robot continued to explain. "With so many residents, we do need to keep a close watch on your food supply. To achieve this, each resident gets a certain amount of food each day. If needed, we will eventually and occasionally cut off any dwellers seeking more than their 'fair share', so to speak."

"Makes sense." Adam agreed. "I'll just take that chicken wrap, then."

"Coming right up, sir!" With enthusiasm rarely seen in the food industry, Mr. Handy got cooking.

Adam's food was ready quick and he took a seat. As he expected, he was sitting alone. Countless women walked by but few spoke to him. The best he could hope for was a 'good morning' or 'hello'. Still, Adam knew it was a static shift in everyone's lives. He decided to be patient and wait for others to approach him. With 999 women, one of them might be interested in him without being some test.

An hour passed and Adam was about ready to take what was left of his food back to his room when a woman finally stepped up to greet him properly.