A cyclical whirring sounded by Juliet’s ear as she sprinted through the heavy rain unable to hear anything. The Helix420 transmitted its picture back to GIRT as Dr Gore watched, enthralled. He rubbed his chin, deep in thought, his eyes never leaving the sketchy picture on screen.

“To actually witness the change… to discover it,” Gore began. “It is so beautiful.” He stood in silence a moment more, gazing at his beautiful anomaly, before pressing the direct intercom on his desk with a sigh: “XR01? Get me Army 4.”

Three beeps echoed into the cold laboratory as the robot carried the signal over.
A gruff voice replied: “Sir?”

“An anomaly has occurred. Are you watching the video? … Yes, she must be captured. If the facticiphobes found out that this could happen – there could be war. World war. Nuclear war. If they knew this could happen, the anti-technics could round on their own kind, accusing and murdering innocents. It would be chaos, and the Facticius are not made for chaos. We only create peace.”