Afton quickly deactivated VATS, resuming time as well as the Robo-Scorpions charging laser. This wouldn't matter however, as he immediately slammed his plant-fist into one of the generators attached to the wall.

Once hit it exploded in a spectacular display, if Afton wasn't pretty durable in his own right, or punched with his left hand, he may have lost it in the subsequent explosion. Fortunately, he'd earned some Explosion resistance thanks to his new Perk [[Explooo-sion!]. ​​

He takes a peek at the Robo-Scorpion and spots that its charging laser seemed to have dimmed slightly, though it was still trying to fire at him. "Fine then!" he shouts, delivering a brutal punch to the one remaining generator.

*BANG!*

It explodes much the same as the first, sending metal pieces of shrapnel through the air. A few scratch Afton's unprotected face, but that's all the damage it managed to do.

Once he'd recovered from the abrupt 'robot-facial', he took a peek towards the Giant Robo-Scorpion and saw that it'd stopped charging its laser. In-fact, after a few moments of nothing happening, it turned towards the Protectrons and started tearing them apart with its pincers.

Afton wipes sweat from his forehead and leans against the desk, if that had not worked he'd have been forced to whittle it down from afar, taking god-knows how long in the process. And that's not even considering if he'd have enough cover to use before it was all melted away by its atomic laser.

"Right, lets see if I can force Mobius to turn that thing off..." he mutters, not wishing to deal with it on the way out.

Afton begins walking towards the reinforced exit that's directly opposite the desk filled with papers he saw earlier. He looks it over and scowls at the lack of controls, handle, or anything indicating that it could be opened.

*Bzz!*

He activates his Inversal axe and starts swinging at the door, cutting deep red-hot gashes through the metal. He continues this for a couple minutes until all that's left of the door is a large, molten hole leading to some sort of tunnel.

Stepping through, he realises that this looks eerily similar to the entrance of the Think Tank. This is compounded when he finally lays eyes open the Forbidden Dome. It was an exact copy of the Think Tank, with the exception of the strange green fog colouring the room, along with the few broken screens and many crazy-looking notes written across the walls.

They all looked like math computations, coding, and other scientific projects... Floating through the middle of the room is a robot with three screens that it uses as its eyes and mouth, similar to the Think Tank scientists. One monitor seemed to be cracked and broken however, leaving it with one eye.

This was obviously Mobius. Though, Afton had expected the robot to attack him on sight, not simply meander around the room attending to its various projects, heeding him no mind at all.

One thing he immediately noticed was the lack of a Pacification Field, allowing him to think, and more importantly, commit. As much violence as he wanted, or needed.

"Nyx, any enemies?" he tentatively asks, feeling like he was walking straight into a trap, especially with how creepy this run-down place looks.

"No movement other than Dr. Mobius detected." she states, relieving him slightly.

Afton reaches into his deathclaw leather satchel and draws the [Fallen Ranger Sequoia], he'd been saving this for a special occasion, and killing Mobius just so happens to be included in that. He slowly walks up the ramp approaches the scientist from behind, coughing lightly in his fist to catch its attention.

"Mmm? Y-oh? Hello there!... Eh, you are there, aren't you? Forgive my confusion, it's so hard to tell these days... Oooo, many apologies, I have a brain-ache that's been annoying me for some time now..." the robot says before moving its monitors closer to Afton, causing his grip on his weapon to tighten.

"You seem familiar, somehow... Are we acquaintances perhaps? No... That's not right, all my human ones have been made into fertiliser and shipped to X-22... Unless you are some kind of GhooOOoool? Ah, could you step right slightly? My eye is slightly eh, broken, you see... Heh, get it?! SEE?" the scientist breaks into chuckles at its unintentional joke.

...

Afton certainly hadn't been expecting... Well, this. Mobius's voice undulated as if he was unsure about what he was going to say next. He was clearly senile. Afton was fortunate he hadn't tried to ally with Mobius when he'd first met the Think Tank, otherwise he'd have had to deal with this 24/7.

"Enough... You speak as if you weren't just trying to kill me moments ago, did you really forget about sicking your Giant Robo-Scorpion on me in the next room?" he asks, exasperated at how this was going.

"Oh?! I did?... I don't remember that... Though, I was tripping balls on Psycho earlier..." the senile scientist admits. "Ah, would you like a Mentat? As an apology." the robot says, holding out a single mentat in its Maniputalor, another one of its limbs sticking a Mentat into some sort of receiver, most likely used to pump the drug into its bio-gel.

Afton shrugs and takes it, popping the addictive chem into one of his pockets, still pondering whether or not he should blow this robot to pieces. He had wanted to get it to work for him, but someone as unstable as Mobius would probably be more detrimental than helpful...

"Emm! I love Mentats. Delicious and smarty. I have all sorts of amazingly science-arific thoughts and ideas when those chalky tablets are zipping through my biogel... Wouldn't be able to think properly without them... After they ware off, I tend to... Forget things... That's why I have to write what I know on the walls. Only problem is, I forgot what they were written for in the first place!"