Daniel Ortley reveals to you the essence of his mysterious disappearance.

You and your companion Vylorun continue to be surrounded by raiders armed with firearms and melee weapons.

However…

If you look closely, you may recognize someone other than your father. These are the same residents of your bunker who were part of the armed expedition. All four men who accompanied your father on his expedition to the surface. They are here. They stand calmly among a large group of armed raiders. And these residents of your bunker do not look intimidated at all: good armor, weapons in their hands, confident appearance...

You are disarmed, helpless and... dumbfounded that the situation with your own father is not at all what you thought.

Your father continues to say, “Well, as I expected, you were able to leave the bunker and find my diary. Your surprise is logical. I had to “tweak” the information in my diary a little. Phrases about two attacks... My group and I are like imaginary victims... I knew that you, despite your penchant for courageous actions, would not be immediately ready to find out the full “picture of events”... The truth is that I used the permission of the Council of elders , regarding the establishment of trade relations with the settlements of the outside world, in a much wider sense of the word than these conservative cowards could have imagined. I have been preparing an ambitious and thoughtful plan for a long time. The only possible plan for our salvation..."

You mumble weakly: “What... What do you mean, father?”

Daniel Ortley responds: "I mean is that my agents and I didn't just talk to the Muktree villagers. I have initiated secret trade and diplomatic relations with many... communities that are located on the surface of the earth. I learned that some of these communities have become very powerful over the centuries. In fact, the most powerful of these communities became small states. Many thousands or even tens of thousands of people... Numerous armed groups... Purposefulness and cruelty of rulers... The habit of ordinary soldiers to pain and d e a t h... Societies that are built on the cult of war and on the philosophy of suppressing the weak... What can pitiful weak cowards,who have been hidden in a bunker for centuries, oppose to such a “beautiful real world”? A rhetorical question... The answer is obvious and sad - in the current state we cannot do anything, because there are too few of us and we are too weak. We only have about 500 inhabitants of our bunker... They are all doomed to sooner or later become victims of some powerful faction that finds a way to infiltrate the bunker. There is no need to be under the illusion that it is impossible to overcome the bunker’s protective system - with sufficient resources and perseverance, this is quite possible! What will happen then to the residents of the bunker of Ortley's? D e a t h or slavery. What will happen to the residents of the bunker of Ortley's if the pathetic, cowardly intentions of the Council of Elders for complete isolation come true? They will become victims of slow degradation due to consanguineous marriages, gradual breakdown of equipment, problems with food, energy and water. Degraded and dying out pitiful semblances of people, hiding for centuries in the depths of the earth and thinking that life inside a bunker is a blessing! What a fatal delusion!"

You ask in a stuttering voice: “You said that...Your plan...What is the essence of the plan?”

The father replies: "Over the course of several years of my work, I have established many connections with representatives of different communities on the earth’s surface. For the Council of elders, I provided only an insignificant part of the information. These idiots thought that I was only busy with ensuring trade relations with the Muktree village... However, the headman of the Muktree village was too curious and a shrewd old man. He was able to track down several of my agents and learned that I had relationships with several raider gangs. This old man was going to report this fact to the rulers of the bunker of Ortley's - members of the Council of elders. If he succeeded, it would jeopardize my many years of secret work! Therefore, I had to urgently plan and organize an attack on the village of Muktree with the help of one of the raider gangs living nearby. The guys from the Highwaymans gang turned out to be well-trained and effective fighters for this kind of work. In addition, my instructions were given credibility by the facts of our past cooperation: my assistance in searching for ammunition and weapons, my assistance in establishing the operation of ancient equipment and in organizing a fortified base for them. Everything you see here, Jerome, became available to these guys thanks to me and my like-minded people! Just a couple of years ago there were only dangerous ancient ruins here... But now everything is different! The fortified fortress, now called "The Redoubt", is the result of my collaboration with many inhabitants of the local wastelands! After the attack on Muktree was successful, I and my associates took advantage of a plausible excuse and left the bunker. Of course, no one attacked us. The Redoubt provided us with a well fortified and comfortable base. The next stage of the plan will soon be realized. I, at the head of a large armed group, will open the bunker of Ortley's. Life in isolation will disappear forever. The Council of Elders will be abolished - I will become the sole ruler of a new state, which will have many settlements and a large population. Bunker of Ortley's will become the capital of the new state. All residents of the bunker will be faced with a choice - to become loyal citizens of the new state or... to be subjected to appropriate forms of ****."

You whisper in fear: "What happened to the inhabitants of the Muktree village? Are they all dead?"

Daniel Ortley replies: “Of course not. Only a small part of the inhabitants died. The most stupid and reckless of them. Most of them were moved under armed escort to... a special place. During my years of covert work on the surface, I established several strongholds and formed many armed groups. I am a pragmatic leader. I consider excessive consumption of labor resources a mistake. You don’t have to worry about these individuals - they will work for the benefit of our community!”

You say with disgust in your voice: “Do you really mean slavery, father?”

Daniel Ortley speaks in a weary voice that is laced with bitterness and an awareness of the heavy burden of responsibility: “Don't be naive, Jerome. In this cruel world, slavery is a social institution that is used almost everywhere. One way or another, slaves are used by almost all communities living in the wastelands. The main thing is efficiency. I use any methods: where possible, I use people acting by free will; if necessary I will use slaves in certain cases. For a greater purpose, I will do whatever it takes... We need to create a strong and resilient community that can defend against threats and keep its members safe. In fact, we need to create a state among the ruins of the ancient world, among wild dangerous nature, among a hostile environment of bloodthirsty savages! We must do this quickly - otherwise we will simply be destroyed! If we fail, then all the inhabitants of our bunker will die! Is this what you want, son?”

You say embarrassedly: "No... Of course not! I want the residents of the bunker of Ortley's to survive! But... Your methods... Father... These are lies, manipulation, betrayal, ****... How could you do such things?!"

Your father looks into your eyes and smiles sadly.

Then he says: “Alas... Without sacrifices it is impossible to accomplish what I am planning... Without sacrifices states are not created... Do you remember, Jerome, how I taught you to ride a bicycle along the narrow corridors of our bunker? Even as a child, you were inquisitive and restless... But from a young age, I loved studying ancient books... This helped me gain significant skills for working with equipment and repairing it. I also read books about ancient US history. Ancient America, even before the Nuclear War Catastrophe, was created according to the ideas that I am telling you about. Do you know the origins of the creation of the USA? This is not a democratic vote at all... Not the good will of scientists or cultural figures... Not some kind of conscious mutually beneficial agreement of a commercial nature... Not wonderful speeches of speakers about freedom... What was it? What was the key event in the creation of the USA? What is the origin of Ancient America? The answer is simple. This is ****. Purposeful and planned ****. **** of many types. **** of blood, steel and gold. Ancient America became a state as a result of armed rebellion. The first president was not a scientist, not an artist, not a simple peasant or worker. The first president was a military leader and a wealthy planter. George Washington. Even in the ancient world before the Nuclear War Catastrophe, **** was the main thing. Of course, then this **** was masked in various ways (media, parliamentarism, pop culture, etc.). In today's world, this fact of the need for **** for survival is even more obvious. There are much fewer illusions. Your own current appearance indicates that you are faced with manifestations of the fact that **** reigns in this world. It is likely that the changes in your physical condition are associated with the violent influence of one of the inhabitants of the wasteland. Is not it?"

You are ashamed to look your father in the eyes.

Now he sees your effeminate body, which has long lost the slightest signs of masculinity.

Wide hips.

Plump buttocks.

Large tits (at least second titties size) with sensitive nipples.

Smooth hairless skin.

Feminine face and plump lips.

A completely feminine hairstyle, which is a mop of silky reddish hair that has grown to below the shoulders.

And to top off the image - your clothes, most of the items of which are clearly women's things: a dirty, tattered miniskirt, a woman's top, women's underwear (bra and thong), mesh women's stockings, a cloak made of the skin of some animal, primitive leather boots made of tanned skin.

Memories of how **** was used against you give rise to painful feelings. You really feel sorry for yourself.

You think: “Damn bastard Dunik! Nasty, stinking scum!”

You nod and say, almost crying: “Yes... You’re right... They did something to me... Something that changed my body and even partly my psyche... I was subjected to ****... I now... Now I don’t even know... I guess... Now... I’m not a male person... Am I a son or a daughter for you? Most likely a daughter..."

The father’s voice is calm: “I'm free from prejudices. If you're comfortable with your femininity right now, then I have nothing against it, Jerome. Of course, it’s sad that you were subjected to **** by aggressive savages... But the main thing is that you were able to survive. Now we are together. We are Family. I am your father. I will always be your father."

Having said this, Daniel Ortley comes close to you and puts his arm around your shoulders.

The metal of his armor is cold.

From an excess of emotions, you feel tears flowing from your eyes.

The father whispers to you: “I really need your help. I am creating something new in this cruel world. As always, the birth of a new thing is accompanied by blood and pain. The burden of responsibility on me is enormous. I really need a close relative nearby. Are you willing to help me, Jerome?"