Certainly somewhere else.

[wiredvisionary]

To the ever calculating and meticulous Mr. House, even the Nexus is a stray variable he couldn't possibly account for.

And to think.. pouring countless months- no, years over the inevitable nuclear Armageddon hurtling toward his home city.. only to appear in this anomalous state of being. No longer a simple man, House had his consciousness stretched thin across the reach of the Nexus. After all, his connection to both the Lucky 38 and his Securitrons enabled them as his body, stuck within the body of a single PDQ-88b was the equivalent of only being able to move one's hand. He was paralyzed, limited, power stripped from him in this chaotic linking of worlds.

It had been a simple turn down a hallway in his casino before manifesting in.. wherever this was.

Not to mention the sorts of .."persons" who frequented this ghastly place had brought him pause. Observant was he, the green screen on the Securitron flickering to reveal his unimpressed and.. frankly anxious expression.

Robert Edwin House, CEO of RobCo Industries and Sole Proprietor of the New Vegas Strip.. was never caught without a plan.

But patience was a virtue. He would watch, listen and pose the occasional question when needed. As disgruntled as he was to suddenly be pulled from the familiar blaring music of the strip, and flashing lights.. only to be dropped into this amalgamation of realms..there was opportunity here.

Rolling through the sidewalk on his monowheel, he was mindful of smaller bystanders.. some were seemingly taken aback by the high-security robot but others had witnessed far stranger occurrences. Ever the intellectual, he'd spent time in the library and yet found many of the archives to be filled with histories rivaling all of fiction. Now, he wandered for more practical answers. A plan would come to him, in time.. A sigh escaping the speaker just below the dark green monitor.

"I don't suppose anyone has had much success in studying the purpose of this so-called-Nexus? Unless I've gone into some hallucinogenic comatose state and this place is simply a byproduct of my mind?" He appeared to be asking himself, instead of others.. but he had spoken outloud, so the inquiry was certainly fair game to anyone.