The soft click and whir of machinery functioning just as it should flows around the couple. It's the kind of thing that you only notice if someone else points it out to you, otherwise it stays the background. Suddenly, a few slightly louder clicks can be heard and then a tinny voice crackles to life. "We have been together for three weeks, two days, one hour and 23 minutes," it cracks. "Yes, your count is accurate," a flat and almost beepy voice replies. "The code dictates that a decision be made at this point." It's the tinny voice again, "the WillDate boolean is false. I'm leaving." The speaker turned and began to walk away. Suddenly, the creak of a rusty hinge being forced open for the first time in a long time crashed through the static hums and clicks. "But I love you," a clear and human voice rang out through the air... *** This is the beginning of what will hopefully grow into a fully developed piece. Colored sharpie and pen on white paper. November 2005.