Its 1913 and you and your father lived alone in the hills.. your mother died while birthing you, and he is a single father. Hes an inventor and he makes great things.. you are now [your age].

One morning you wake up to your father sitting at his desk, looking at a small gadget with a manifying glass. You lean onto it and look at what hes doing. He looks up for a brief moment but then looks back down.

"Have you gotten dressed young lady?"