ReGenesis
Present: Classified
Good Morning. I know you must have a million questions, and I'm going to try and answer them as best I can. I realise some of what I'm about to say will be familiar to you, but I'm going to try and be thorough, because I'm not particularly familiar with some of the details myself, for reasons that will become clear.
Since the 1970s the US Government maintained a series of branches researching into what would widely be considered the lunatic fringe. The branch you will be most familiar with was the one your mother worked in - Paranormal Science Investigation and Operations - PSIOps. The group found limited latent powers in a small number of humans. Your mother as you know was among the strongest that they uncovered. PSIOps was eventually disbanded when the Senate felt that the returns were not worth the costs.
Another well established program gained much of the redistributed funding. Evidence of alien visits to earth had been discovered and eventually research led to a way for small groups to travel beyond the solar system without the use of spaceships. This led to rapid advancement of technology, as alien artifacts were slowly backward engineered - the chamber you woke up in was a variant of something called a sarcophagus. Of course the risk of bringing back something dangerous was great. As such, the majority of research work was done and ensuing data held, in the underground base - secretly under Cheyenne Mountain, the public home of NORAD. After many close calls the units based there won safety for humanity from an alien threat, only to be destroyed by something much more insidious.
In 2006, one of the devices studied was found to be an ancient stasis field from before humanity evolved. When the field was broken into, something came out. It wasn't noticed at first, but slowly the base was being transformed. Initial studies revealed that the device had contained a nano-technological terraforming device. While many attempts were made to stop the ravages of the device, a failsafe nuclear weapon was detonated to sterilize the area. It destroyed the majority of the gains made but failed to stop the nano-devices.
Due to flashes of possible telepathic contact between the devices and the few survivors, several PSIOps agents were reactivated, including your mother. While attempts were made to halt the advance of the alien environment and save the earth politicians conspired to destroy it. Refusing to lose face even after such a massive catastrophe, the administration of the time blamed it on terrorists. Since NORAD had also been destroyed, they gained the support of NATO, an organization consisting of the majority of the worlds conventional military forces.
About to be destroyed for a bombing they had no knowledge of (while publicly claiming the responsibility for) the terrorists did something unexpected. They detonated a Nuclear weapon no one knew they had. The ancient city of London was all but obliterated, along with the British government while western Europe was covered in fallout. Automated retaliatory strikes followed, spreading the conflict. Battle lines were drawn and a rapid exchange of nuclear missiles only stopped when the worlds’ intelligence organizations found themselves, thanks to decades of paranoia the only branch of government still intact and in contact.
Ending the war, intelligence communities around the world secreted their countries finest underground to weather the expected ecological collapse of nuclear winter. Department Seven, the US's Paranormal Intelligence branch, hidden from the eyes of the world had fared better than most - but also had more challenges. While helping other agencies stock vaults, it also helped the remaining PSIOps agents - your mother among them - try and reason with the approaching wave of alien-ness.
The end of the threat came in an unexpected way. Your mother became infected with the nano-devices, forming a stronger link than any had managed previously - since the devices were now numerous enough to form a rudimentary intelligence. Since she had been involved with the interstellar program they were able to learn from her that the alien masters they once served no longer had a use for planets, indeed, for them. Unable to stop the spread of the nano-devices that comprise its body, the now joint being forged a new purpose, while unable to do anything about the radioactivity, or nuclear winter, she/they/it would alter as many species as possible to allow them to survive the coming darkness. Bidding us to remain in our vaults for a hundred years, we were to preserve as much knowledge as possible, while she/they/it would concentrate on preserving life.
As part of that process, nonessential personnel with valuable skills were sealed in what became known as the RIP Vans - a play on the story of Rip Van Winkle who slept for twenty years, and referring to the fact that the sleepers appear to be Resting In Peace. Most of the RIP Van residents have since been revived, keeping our grasp on history strong while providing useful skills that could not have been preserved in a small community.
While this has been going on, surface civilization has collapsed into barbarism, although thanks to the now pandemic nano-devices more life survived than anyone expected. Also unexpected - though in retrospect it shouldn't have been given how this all started - was the spread of nano-devices into the vaults, and their effects. The remaining PSIOps agents and their descendants are able to command limited portions of what is now known as the nano-field to perform seemingly miraculous feats. While the Department 7 vaults, as the collective home of the PSIOps research division has had an advantage, the fierce competition for resources topside, in combination with the shorter generation length means that progress among the Surfacers - mutated and/or changed humans - has been quick to catch up.
It is now ten years since the date your mother gave us to return to the surface. We have established a small fort topside, from which to send mebers of the recon service - known as Divers - stupid ancient tradition - Department 7 Vault 3 Reconnaissance Service - D7V3RS, and establish radio contact with other vaults, both in former US territory and those maintained by other organizations still in existence. The Earth is changed beyond all recognition. Knowledge of alien life and technology, coupled with a human imagination has led to a proliferation of life. Intense competition and the twisting effect of high levels of background radiation have conspired to make the majority of this life dangerous, powerful, or both. Not forgetting the occasional human or other sentient who has found a cache of long forgotten alien technology.
Something of a balance exists between those who have maintained the knowledge of the past, and those who possess the power and the knowledge to survive in the present. That balance has been shifting. A voice has been heard on all frequencies. It claims to be the entity formed by the merging of your mother with the now omnipresent nano-field - such a being, is, I am told, indistinguishable from a god on Earth in its knowledge and its ability to reshape matter on a whim. It claims to have reached a turning point. It know has the knowledge and the power to transmute matter and is unsure what to do with the ability - it offers the ability to influence a being who could reshape the world. Guide ReGenesis.
It invites delegates from all of the sentient power groups, to the place where it was formed - Boulder, Colorado - at the night of the seventh full moon from now. We were hoping to send you with a full platoon of guards to try and remind what remains of your mother of her humanity. However that will not be possible. It seems that the nearby Mutant Township, with who we have been skirmishing for some time also got the message. Not wishing us to attend the meeting - for in a world of monsters, the monstrous have a distinct advantage over the merely human - they have engaged us in almost constant battle since then, tying up a considerable amount of resources. With what resources the quartermaster can spare, you will be leaving in two days with a combined guard and scout from a secluded rear exit. We hope that where a platoon would barely be enough to force a way through, a small stealthy group will suffice. If we can we will send reinforcements after you, while I personally encourage you to seek allies en route - an extra gun arm may well be worth a weeks side trek to a vault.
Good luck and Godspeed.