I'm going to ask the Institute to knock up a simulation as a gift for Preston. Preston will be thrilled when I present it to him, but he soon finds out that it consists of him asking himself for a quest and repeatedly telling himself that another settlement needs his help. This leads (real) Preston to have an existential crisis and he wanders off into the wasteland talking in tongues.
Then I'll pop into the Third Rail for a glass of wine.
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Then I'll pop into the Third Rail for a glass of wine.