A single un-stamped, unaddressed and unsigned letter lies in a drawer, inside one of the many small, cramped apartments of the Machine City, Achyon.

Quote:

Dear Dad,

 

You're never going to read this.

 

I've never seen your face, not once. Nor have I wanted to. I bet that goes both ways.

If it didn't, there'd have been at least one visit by now. Am I right?

The money keeps coming. I guess it's supposed to keep me fed and happy.

It's not working. It's not enough.

 

I want more.

 

Guess that's the one thing you left me besides all this cash.

A pit in my stomach that doesn't get any fuller no matter what I do.

I wonder if it's hereditary.

 

I'm going to find out one day.

You're going to hear my name, wherever you are.

You're going to come running.

 

Then I'll be the one to walk away.