Author’s note: Robert Swift is a man ahead of his time, an inventor, recluse and opium addict. However, beneath the brilliance and despair, he is innocent. I think that makes him an interesting character to explore and I do so each day. His daughter, Luna, is something altogether more unusual, but I’ll leave that to your imaginations.
“Loneliness happened upon me in stages I’d care not to share, one counts the shades in black for madness comes in no other. I confuse the two, I see it in your eyes. No, my dear, I do not. Insanity and sorrow are not the same. For me, the two are inextricably linked. Once I’d outgrown my superiors, their response bitterness and shared resentments, I turned inward. I shunned all, welcomed night and hard work. How I worked! I expelled those of skin and bone in favour of something better, more solid. Namely, my dear, you.”
“But I am metal, father. I am not real.”
“You’re worth a hundred of any of them. You are perfect. You are complete. You are my child, Luna, and I couldn’t be prouder.”