You had taken the place of the former Director of the Institute: your son, taken from you by the very same Institute while you were in cryo storage after nuclear war plagued the world. The Institute, deep underground and kept safe from the radiation, have thrived since the bombs dropped over 20p years ago, and with you, a pre-war survivor and literal parent of the previous Director, have begun to make many changes with the help of your personal generation 3 synth assistant, MY-237, AKA, May.
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