Honestly, out of the selection, the only ones Afton might actually pick would be [Unstoppable force], [Lady killer], and [Meltdown]. Each had its positives and negatives, but with the way everything was going, [Meltdown] was the best choice.

First of all, it'd make dealing with the Robo-Scorpions much, much easier. The [Meltdown] explosion was most likely considered an Energy attack as well, meaning that if used against a large group, it'd trigger a chain reaction and destroy everything. ​​

Of course, it was useless against single targets, since it was triggered by their death. But that didn't make it any less useful. This, combined with [Uncivilized Weapon], a Perk that doubled the damage that Energy Weapons did only increased his want for it.

Deciding that if he really needed to, he'd take one of the other Perks next time, he takes [Meltdown] and immediately toggles it off. He didn't need any mishaps inside of the Think Tank, especially since there was apparently an army of tiny spider robots that could trigger a chain reaction akin to a nuclear bomb...

Time resumes, and Afton starts heading back up to the Sink. He didn't have much else to do down in the Think Tank for now. Once he's through the door and waddles towards Alfred the robot begins to address him.

"Oh my! Sir, you appear to be heavily injured! Quickly, use some of those bottle caps and purchase some medical supplies. I would shunt you towards the Auto-doc but he it is currently indisposed." the robot urges.

"I'm fine Alfred, just need some rest and I'll be as good as new." he says, wondering if he should spend some time on the balcony to catch some sun and utilise his [Solar powered] Perk.

"If you are entirely sure, sir. It won't stop me from agonizing on your condition, but so be it. Is there anything else I might be able to do for you?"

Afton shakes his head, "Not at the moment, but thanks for your concern." he says, heading into the next room and falling into the sofa, using a small table to prop his legs up. He breathes a sigh of relief and reaches into his satchel, pulling out the damaged personality chips he'd managed to pick up earlier.

He'd spent around a day with them, so he hoping to see some progress in repairing them... Out of the nine chips, only one seemed to be improving... No, scratch that, one looked brand new, while another looked like it was in the process of being repaired.

He looks at the fixed chip and uses his Pipboy to see which one it belonged to.

[Blind Diode Jefferson Personality Moduel]

Hm, which one did this actually belong to... Was it a nickname for one of the machines lying around? It had ot be as he couldn't think of anything that related to it.

"Alfred! Which robot is called Blind Diode Jefferson!" he calls out, not wishing to get up from the couch.

"No need to shout, sir." a voice says from behind him, almost causing him to leap out of the chair and start firing at it. Turning his head, he spots some sort of grating in the wall, probably hiding a sound system. "Ah, yes. I have access to the entire Sink, this allows me to moderate between the separate personalities should a row become too obstreperous..."

"Huh, that's... Handy?" he mutters, wondering if someone would be able to hack Alfred and use him against Afton... Yeah, that would need to be rectified. Sure, he didn't have to worry about the Think Tank trying it, as Zero was more than useless in that regard... But outside sources like Mobius, the NCR, Brotherhood, or maybe even the Legion may be able to. "I am quite worried about potential security risks concerning that... Alfred."

"No need to worry, sir. The only way for someone to gain access to my systems would be if they personally infiltrated the Sink. My old creator, Doctor Mobius had sabotaged the Auto-Doc before he left, but I assure you that was the only threat to you. One that has now passed..." Alfred reassures before continuing, "As to your question, the personality known as Blind Diode Jefferson should be the sound manipulation device, ah-er, the Jukebox, sir." he corrects after using the more complicated term.

"Your opinion on reactivating it?" Afton asks.

"As I said before, sir. It is best to activate the personalities and subsequently turn them off, leaving their functions usable. Though, Blind Diode Jefferson is one of the more... Personable personality's."

Afton nods, "Alright, that'll be all for now Alfred." he says, forcing himself off of the couch before approaching the Jukebox. Honestly, it reminded him of one of those big 1940's Jukeboxes you'd find in a diner. Though this one looked much more high-tech. Hopefully, it'd have more music to play than the same ten or so songs that played over the radio...

After fiddling around for a bit, he finally finds the input for the chip, sliding it in and taking a step back as the machine booted to life.

"Ooo-ee! Yeah, dig that sweet music! Damn, it's good to be back on-line!" the Jukebox says, sounding like a mixture of Stevie Wonder and Shaquille O'Neal. "My, oh my. Need to brush off this dust and get my groove back, feels like I was broken apart and put to-gether A-gainnn."

"Hello, er, what's your name?" Afton asks, not wanting to call it 'Blind Diode Jefferson' everytime he needed to speak to it.

"Man, just call me Blind, or Jefferson, whatever suits your Banana Boat." he chuckles.

Afton smirks, he was starting to like this old jukebox. "So, what do you do?"

"Dig, I'm an acoustical wizard, kid. Ol' doc Mo used me to prototype his sonic weapon designs. I can hook you up with any which one you feel a desire for."