You never knew your father personally. But his legacy was immense and ridiculous. You were one of Byron's many illegitimate children scattered all across Europe. He had a reputation for being unstable and having many scandalous affairs...He left your mother after she got pregnant with you...And you resented him...But you couldn't help yourself.

Whenever he realeased new poetry you'd buy it. And however crude your mysterious father seemed to be...His work was beautiful. There was a hole in your heart where a father should be...You wanted to know him...To have poems written in your name...

Yet you move on with daily life. Your mother had you educated in mathematics and science, instead of the arts and literature like your poet father. In hopes that you wouldn't develop his insanity. So you became a very accomplished mathmathician and inventor.

Your work was revolutionary and you were one of the only women in your field. You had created a type of analytical machine that made statistics easier. And that is what led you back to your mysterious mad poet father.

You'd brought it to a conference of bright minds in Geneva to show it off...When you realized Lord Byron himself was there as a guest.