Tokyo, Japan (Tuesday evening)

She had just got back to her apartment. Her face gave away her tiredness from the long trip she returned from.

Daisy Anderson, had just returned from visiting her relatives in Australia for a week. She had switched off her cell phone and hadn't mind in checking her e-mail.

She put the keys to her car on top of the living room table and sat down at the couch close to window.

When she lied down she felt a deep relief. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. But it wasn't long before the doorbell noise woke her up.

She got up in a shock when she felt someone pounding repeatedly at the door. With her heart almost jumping out of her chest she put her shoes on and went to the door to open it only slightly.

- Good evening. What can I do for you?

- I am afraid there is no time to explain…… I fear that you friend Henry Wong is in grave danger. – said the man at the door.

- What? In danger? Why?

- It has to do with his advanced artificial intelligence program.

- What? How do you know about that? – asked Daisy nervously.

- Come with me and I'll explain. – said the man showing his id.

- Ok…. But hold on a second……….

Daisy ran to her room and pulled a black briefcase from under the bed. Henry had given it to her before she left to visit her parents.

" I better take the prototypes with me" thought Daisy. " I didn't even had time to check them out……."

Daisy had been working part time in a company that hired her as a computer consultant. Casually she had met Henry Wong some time ago and he had confessed he had been trying to adapt his part of the software they designed for the thesis for virtual reality applications

Since Daisy had plenty of free time, she agreed to team up with him to work in that project, just as they had worked together in the university.

The previous week Henry had told her to check on new parts of equipment that he had been designing. The function of this equipment was to trace a database in a virtual reality environment depending on the preferences of the user. If for example, the user liked to cook, the tracer would locate a compatible related data base to give it a physical shape in cyberspace so the user could interact with it as it were a real human.

- Hurry up!! – rushed the man from the door.

- Oh sorry, I'm coming out. – said Daisy stepping out of the apartment holding the briefcase.

Both boarded the man's vehicle and drove away from her neighborhood.

Daisy was so tired that she fell asleep on her seat very deeply.

When she woke up, she found her self lying down on a wide couch in an office full of file cabinets.

As she stood up, she noticed that in the center of the room there was a small metallic table and stool with a lamp hanging on the ceiling above.

"It looks like a setup for interrogation" she thought as she walked toward the table.

Just then, a man came in using the metallic door at the other side of the room.

- Miss Anderson? –asked the man.

- Yes? What's this all about?

- Take a seat…….- said the man impatiently.

Daisy sat down and after that the man placed and enormous book on the table. It was the size of a phone book.

- Do you recognize that? – Miss Anderson.

Daisy turned some pages and when she read some of them she raised her head in disbelief.

- This is our thesis for the university!!! How did you get it!!!?

- Let's say I have good friends at the Tokyo Technical Institute.

- You're very cunning……. And what do you want me to do?

- I need you to explain to me why back at headquarters we have printed one hundred thousand pages written in the same language.

- One hundred thousand!!! – shouted Daisy. – That's impossible!! Our project is what you see on the table. I don't intend to say another word until you tell me what happened with Henry!! – said Daisy standing up and pointing at the man.

- We haven't been able to locate Mr Wong…… He's missing.

- Missing?…….. How?

- That's why we need you… we think you have the key to his whereabouts inside that briefcase.

- Ok…… I'll help you find him…….but tell me……- said Daisy frowning at the man. – Where are you keeping these 100 thousand pages?