Miyuko's heart raced even faster as the ironlike grip pulled her towards his body. She felt the undeniable power and looked deep into a pair of dark dark eyes.
Suddenly finding herself eye to eye with the man in the bushes she dropped her shoulders. Heartbeats suddenly synchronised, she let herself fall into Shamir's arms.

Their love affair was hidden from view. Forbidden fruit. Their sordid affair could be love, or passion. It was never discussed. never once did Miyuko tell Shamir what she sought in his arms, the safe harbour of his chest. Never spoken aloud, not to Shamir or to anyone else. The long arms of her husband could be anywhere. And for this reason not a word was spoken. A silent love.

Elsewhere in the great beast. Answers were being sought and the silence and solitude of the gardens was lost. A cacophony of noise roared and wound it's way through the city.

Swarms circled seemingly without purpose. Repairs, monitoring, destroying. The city clutched and clawed and seemed to fight back. It was as if the beast itself was striking back at man. The creator and destroyer in one.

The destruction of the freeway overpass had caused turmoil and chaos. Such an event had not been perceived for many years, and in the fleeting eyes of man a lifetime of peace had existed. Now as word crept out, fear crept in. Day to day lives were altered seemingly irrevocably.
Throughout the city, small changes crept in, no-one was spared.

Seven days passed. Security was tightened at Tayudaco. Cameras were monitored automatically and soon one identified a pattern. As intended to. Software written by Miyuko herself would return to attack her.

Tayudaco's security system identified people and actions. These were"tracked" and categorised. Patterns emerged, traits identified. And relationships were suspected. This machine watched as if it were an all knowing entity. Never sleeping, never turning the other way.
It drew lines within itself, who spoke to who, submission and dominance. One following another. And it questioned it's owners.

Sunday afternoon the machine raised a query on the screens of Mitsutaka. Miyuko's husband.