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Underground eXperts United
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[ 10th Generation ] [ By The GNN ]
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"10TH GENERATION"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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"Reach out and touch faith"
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(depeche Mode)
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The fact that Brian Lawfeller was dead did not annoy me. Of course, it
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is hard to see a young man die, but as a police man you have seen it all
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many times before.
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I arrived first and had to pick the lock to be able to enter the
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apartment. Neighbors had complained about screams and "strange" noises -
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like someone was fighting. Being only two blocks away, I was there in less
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than a minute. Silence welcomed me as I entered - not good. It often
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meant that something was over. Inside the apartment I found Brian
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Lawfeller on the floor in the middle of an arsenal of various computers.
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Dead. With interesting marks on the body. I quickly made a list in my
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head of what confused me.
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1. Brian Lawfeller was dead.
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2. The power was off.
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There had not been a murder. I noticed that the door was locked from the
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inside and that all windows where impossible to open. Even if you managed
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to open them you found yourself being twelve meters above the ground with no
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ladders available.
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The power was off. I know from experience that computers, and especially
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MANY computers, need much power all the time. But in this case the room
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was dark and everything was shut down.
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I called for backup - status "murder" anyway - and begun to seal off the
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important areas. I kept an eye on the body while my mind worked with the
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irritating question about what really had killed him. How the hell did he
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get all those marks on his body? First impression was that Brian had been
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riddled with thousands of mad needles. Small stains of blood covered him.
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Then the answer to why the power was off came to me, even more unexpected
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then i thought it would. Brian held a knife in his hand, an ordinary
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kitchen knife, that he had cut the main electrical cable in two parts with.
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This made me even more puzzled. Why had he done that instead of simply
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turned the computers off or unplugged the cable from the socket?
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I do not call myself an super sleuth but something made be completely
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convinced that there was a intimate connection between the death of Brian
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Lawfeller and his advanced computer hardware.
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I examined the desk that seemed to contain his notes. What caught my eye
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was that he had a computer game laying in the desk between a bunch of heavy
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programming and hardware books - "The Artificial Simulated Life Process!".
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There was an odd feeling about a game in the middle of all the
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"intelligent" literature. I could, by reading on the back off the
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package, get a brief understanding about what it was all about.
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"TASLP" claimed to be the first "real" AI game for home computers. No,
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let me correct myself, it was not a "game" - it called itself "a plain
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entertainment program". The program simulated the Universe as it probably
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looked like minutes after the Big Bang. Gas, material and space plunging
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into each other. You could watch the Earth come to life in realtime if you
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wanted to, but it was probably more funnier to speed up the evolution. The
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program could handle speeds up to fifty thousand years per second on the
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fastest computers. Which meant that you could get to the first sings of
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life after a very long time. All the way to the human race would take
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incredible long time. But it was "very funny and interesting" anyway,
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since the program was - as we know - "AI" supported. One computer-created
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universe was never repeated again.
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My knowledge of computers were - I dare to say - over the "average"
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level. I convinced the other people of the force who begun to drop into
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the apartment, as if it were a bistro, to let me examine the computer
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system. They nodded and did what they were there for; taking pictures,
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searching for hair or just looking around. Murder is fun, especially for
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police men.
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They system was easy to get into. Since it was his private computers,
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there were no passwords or security, but however a slight feeling of
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disorientation. Brian himself probably knew where to find everything he
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wanted but I had some problems. Something that made the investigation a
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bit easier was the fact that I knew what I was looking for - and I
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found it.
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Brian Lawfeller cracked the TASLP program. A shame that he did not write
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any notes, since it was very hard to get the point of his programming.
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After a few hours I knew what Brian had worked with the last weeks on his
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computer. By some unknown reason, Brian had bought the TASLP program and
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cracked it. Then he had started to re-program certain routines. It took
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me some minutes before I realized exactly what he had done. He had
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increased the speed of the program. Instead of fifty thousand years per
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second, the program now easily handled - it was hard to believe -
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three billion years per second. I could not get a test of it, since
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many important files was missing. They must have been erased by mistake.
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I searched other parts of Brian's small system, but found nothing that
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could give me any clues about his death.
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I felt very unsatisfied when I walked home.
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But I had a dream that night. When I woke up I understood.
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Chief inspector Roger Raven looked up from his pile of papers and stared
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at me. - Albert, did you say "Light Penetration Test"? You know perfectly
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well what the price of that kind of operation would cost us. I don't think
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they even would use if it was The President who was the victim!
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His reaction was expected. But I knew Roger. If you just twisted and
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shouted a bit, he gave up after a while and let you have whatever you
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wanted. It took me about ten minutes before he agreed to do a LPT at the
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scene of the crime.
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The light penetration test was expensive, but had to be used in cases
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where it was necessary. It simply analyzed the contents of material that
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had been in close range of the crime and created a very dizzy film about
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what had happened. The analysis was based upon marks from molecules that
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light leaves behind. Actually, I did not really understand how it worked
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and frankly - it had been very unsuccessful in solving mysteries due to
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the very bad quality of the final result. But I was convinced that it
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would be very useful to me in this case.
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The technicians who were in charge of the LPT came one hour after we
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called for them. Things had to go fast, because the marks from the light
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slowly fades away as new visions of light constantly crashes into walls,
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floors and ceilings. They worked in an incredible speed. Everything went
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fast, they even had a permission from the government to drive 100 mph on
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all roads. As we arrived to the apartment they rushed into it and quickly
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began to search for "good" areas of the room. After thirty seconds they
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decided to try a piece of wallpaper which they cut down from the wall and
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stuffed into a black bag. When it was done they slowed down and started to
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act normally again.
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- We are finished, one of them said with a voice that sounded like a
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great sight of relief. The results from our penetration will be on your
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desk tomorrow.
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That night I dreamed the same dream again.
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Roger Raven handed me the brown envelope from the Light Penetration INC.
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His red face betrayed him as usual.
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- Uhm, he began as usual when he was about to say: I'm in a damn hurry
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right now! Since this was your idea, I think you should look at it and
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leave a report if something extra pops out.
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He limped away ("Shot by a damn junkie three years ago!") to his office
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and closed the door behind him.
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"We have successfully done the LPT at the scene of 35M victim: Brian L.
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The tape will begin two hours before, what we believe is, the incident. We
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are very sorry about the bad quality. Mark Haywood - L.P INC"
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They were right - the quality of the film was very bad. But still, it
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was possible to see a dark shadow that must have been Brian Lawfeller as he
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was sitting by his computers. It looked like he was programming something,
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his hands were moving in front of a light area that must be the monitor.
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Now and then he leaned back and watched the monitor flash.
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I knew that he was working on the TASLP program. If I was right about
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this one, I also knew that he tried to speed up the code. This part of the
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film would not help me. I pushed the FF button until I found what I was
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looking for.
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Brian was looking at the monitor. Then he obviously executed the program
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he was presently working on. But he did not lean back and watch the monitor.
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Instead, he suddenly got to his feet and walked away. Why? Anything could
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have happened - the phone maybe rung, somebody maybe knocked on his door,
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anything could have happened. We will never know.
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The monitor flashed alone. After thirty seconds the light increased and
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it looked like parts of the light was flying out of the screen and landed
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on the table. There it continued down on the floor and placed itself over
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the area that I knew was the place where the power-sockets had been
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installed. The light that still moved around over the table began to grow.
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Suddenly, Brian entered the room. Like a flash of lightning, the light
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threw small parts of itself towards him. His body twisted in pain and he
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turned around and ran away. Not for long. He came back with something that
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must had been the knife that I saw in his dead hand. The light now
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stretched itself out from the monitor like a snake and rolled around in the
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ceiling. Brian threw himself to the floor and begin to crawl towards the
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sockets. The light attacked him but he probably managed to reach the
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cable, because everything suddenly turned black.
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My hands are shaking. I know that the bizarre idea that popped into my
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head after the dream is true. I am right.
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Brian Lawfeller tried to speed up a program that simulates a Universe
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with worlds, similar to our own. The worlds have true evolutions - both
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natural and technical ones. The creatures involved in the program wants to
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survive. They hunt for prey and kill their enemies like our own
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civilization always have done. But they are fast. Too fast. With the
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help of Brian Lawfeller's skill of programming they managed to reach a level
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of knowledge that made them understand what they really were. The speed
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helped them to produce technology to survive before it was too late. They
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tried - but failed!
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Roger Raven enters. He asks: Did you find anything?
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I shake my head and he leaves. But deep inside myself I know that there
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will come more people like Brian Lawfeller.
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Some day, the speed will be too fast to be stopped in time.
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(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
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Call THE STASH - Home of Underground eXperts United.
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Or check the INDEX file for a complete list of where you can find us!
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)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
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Until then... Listen carefully.
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