As I’m driving we agree that I’ll have 1 or 2 drinks at the most.
The only medical unit of the vault is accessed east of the main hall (where the loungers are).
Since it can't be maintained by the human inhabitants as they're all in the Tranquility loungers, Vault 112 is instead maintained by a group of special caretaker robobrains.
The system should have permitted a select few to live a 'perfect life' virtually, if not practically, forever.
What Vault 112's occupants didn't know was that once they entered the virtual reality pods, Braun would exercise complete control over the simulation; they had no means of leaving on their own.
At this point the husband then shoots his load having wanked all through the procedure.