The great beast continued to breathe and pulse. It grew and changed, feeding off the strength of those inside. Recently a small part of the beast died. Something deep inside had gone wrong.

Early morning, Tuesday February 20 an emergency team was dispatched. Emergency services streamed into action from the LPU, Ambulance services and an emergency construction and repair crew.

An unknown event on the Northern outskirts of the city had destroyed an overpass. 6 lanes of traffic would be out of commission, and on a weekday morning, this was an unsurpassed disaster.

Media crews scrambled for information, Jopters glided silently overhead and calls were made. No-one could answer. The cause of the disaster was unknown. Poor planning, Terrorist attack or simply an unforeseen error. This would slow more than traffic. The city's response to this pain would not be silent.

Elsewhere on the same early morning, development of the software for Ashimino and Tayudaco moved along at a steady pace. Regular updates from the firm they had hired seemed to be moving in the direction they needed. But outside the busy walls, away from the bustle of mechanical creations things were quieter and more chaotic all at once.

Miyuko passed her wrist in front of the door panel, turning to look at her work partners, she smiled and stepped into the gardens. The quiet hum of the door sliding closed behind her pushed her to walk, move, to leave this palce. Away from prying eyes.

She raced around the corner, long hair trailing wildly behind her. Eyes darting from side to side as she ran, looking for signs of someone. Someone was here.

Her flight continued, through the bushes, branches whipping past. One branch caught the sleeve of her dress, fabric tearing apart exposing the bare flesh of her arm. Miyuko's head turned sharply and at that moment she ran into the reach of an arm. Seemingly detached it emerged from the bushes and pulled her towards it.