The Date is June 16th, 1997. Your father is working tirelessly on some project on another, which he won’t reveal, even after you begged him tirelessly. He scribbles furiously, muttering like a madman. You sneak out of bed, and walk to his office, where he is sitting, looking from his notes, to blueprints, to his computer. He sees you out of his peripherals, and looks at you with a tired smile.

Hey, kiddo… What are you doing out of bed? He beckons you over.