Sitting in the bunker today, I was just thinking "this is actually pretty cool??" It's not a masterclass in writing, but it's good, I felt relative empathy for a Russian war bot. I remember feeling the same way hearing the Drifter's tapes, and the nine wax poetic about existence. The issue is how disconnected everything is, and how truly immortal/characterless our guardian is. If you look at the lore, our enemies are scary, they should make the Dark Souls games look kind. But we tear through literally everything, including [i]literal deities[/i] like they're a Wendy's napkin. Then sitting there in that vault today, it felt like I was watching a flashback, my character being present made literally zero difference. And the disconnect. We have cool moments, but then afterwards it's like "go do 20 lost sectors and give Tess Everess a kiss on the cheek, have you seen Fenchurch by the way?" It's like you're watching a movie, but it pauses the story every 5 minutes so that the characters can go shopping.