What I owe my daughter
August 29, 2015
I think often of my daughter. She is growing up and she watches me work, and I am not certain she understands.
I do not want her to inherit only a damaged name. I want her to know that I did not lie. That I did not lose everything for an invention, for a bottomless obsession.
I do not need the DarX to be great. I do not need them to be powerful. I need them to be real. That is perhaps where my true danger begins.