Intergalactic Communication Center: Reborn [ROLE] (Spore)

Nayto
- I won't be surprised, but you have listed absolutely all my favorite genres. I will choose something in between. - The Marasian smiled, and, choosing on the Internet the film "Erania", a Marasian-three-eyed production, the name of which translates from Marasian as "Thirst for Life", which narrated the fate of an almost faceless worker of a space travel agency, by race - a Shio-Thai overtook the realization of his futile existence, and in order to compensate for his years lost in boredom, he takes the path of crime, helping groups to transfer smugglers to other planets, until his own family is held hostage by his business partners, and he is looking for a way out from such a situation.
Much of the film is action packed with thriller and self-digging. He does not tell the plot to the beholder, he only asks questions to which the observer himself must find the answer, along the way also getting to know a girl, a terran woman who was investigating his case, but decided on free assistance in returning his family.

Soren Russky
Elme did not like the plot right away, but only when it began to develop more quickly and interestingly, which is why Soren could sometimes watch his girlfriend's mesmerized eyes fixed on the laptop screen. And although by the end of the film she did not understand anything, even the ending seemed not entirely obvious to her, she still liked it. However, one cannot fail to note the fact that she was periodically distracted by her reflections on an as yet incomprehensible topic for Soren.
- Maybe to return to Ortiz? - She suddenly gave out after watching the film. - Don't think, I liked the film, I just ... I thought ... There, Alan is in the hospital, and Kat will fly there if she needs my help. Where I live she knows that ... - taking a little sad look aside, she began stroking the hand of the Marasian, rarely interrupting and continuing again. - There and at work they will take me back, and my apartment ... Spacious ... What do you think? She looked into his eyes, waiting for his decision.

Nayto
Soren delved into every word of the film, every plot twist seemed to him something unthinkable, abstract, from which he sometimes even felt uncomfortable, which could be seen in his simultaneously enthusiastic, but shocked, facial expressions. When the film ended, the fox sat for a few more seconds, staring at the blank screen.
- I ... - The guy said with a note of uncertainty. - I ... It seems to me that ... - Until now, he could not collect all his thoughts together. - It would be nice, and ... I ... I ... We ... We need to tell Alan, otherwise it was even somehow selfish on my part to leave him on the "Bad". Yes, and Catherine needs to be met. Both of us. - The fox hugged Elma, and rubbed his nose on her cheek, and kissed her there too. - Honey, everything will be fine. - His face broke into a smile. He put the laptop back on the curbstone and began to squeeze his girlfriend. - Why is my chick so sad? Why is my sweet bird sad? M? Who's to say? Who knows?

Soren Russky
- Your sweet bird is no longer sad, - she broke into a smile, her eyes became cheerful, and she herself could not help laughing. - And all because of one fox, which this bird loves very much, - her voice was now cute, very funny, after that she hugged Soren like a plush toy and clung to him and laughed. She did not know how to restrain her emotions. Delight will give out a smile and laughter, which she will not even try to contain, and sadness - sad eyes that she cannot contain. But she was not always so open. There was a time when she felt complete apathy for everything at about 15 years old, but that time has passed, and she rarely remembers this.

Nayto
- And this fox also loves her chick very much, if suddenly she did not know! - He smirked slyly, and again squeezed Elma in his arms. He was far from always so affectionate to anyone other than relatives, but one cannot say that he can be called embittered in life. Villainy is not his type. Soren turned the topic, not letting go of his beloved from the embrace. "So ... When can we go back to Ortiz?"

Soren Russky
She, all red with embarrassment, looked at him.
- Tomorrow morning. I'll run to the hospital, and you'll go straight to the ship. Is it convenient for you? - She asked him uncertainly, looking straight into his eyes. The smile began to be uncertain.

Nayto
In the soul of the Marasian, like a teenager, emotions coiled in a ball from Elma's gaze, penetrating, as it seemed, into his very heart. His pupils dilated noticeably, and a cute blush appeared on his face.
- Well, right off the ship. The last shift will be tomorrow. Of course, I like all sorts of running around, but sometimes you wonder how many fights you can get in on the day, although there is little that can be struck out of this. - The fox stroked the feathered head, and kissed the forehead.

Soren Russky
Elma closed her eyes during the kiss and giggled with pleasure, flapping her wings.
- Well, that's decided, - her voice was again cheerful, happy. “Now sleep,” she yawned widely, not feminine at all, but even awkward. - To get up early tomorrow ... Both of us, - she smiled and weakly hit Soren on the nose with her finger. - Fox, - she whispered, getting out of his embrace. She took the laptop, turned it off and put it on the bedside table, setting it to charge. The battery was already nearly empty, which even she didn't notice until the movie was over. - I'll take a hot shower, okay? - she warned him and went to the bath.

Nayto
"Infected," Soren also yawned awkwardly.
- Good sun. - Through a yawn the marasian told her. - I'll go after you. - Getting out of bed, he began to fill it, until it became perfectly level.
When Elma got out of the shower, he stroked her cheek, and also went to the water procedures, turning on the contrast shower, literally washing off this relatively difficult day.
Drying up, and again turning into a large ball of wool, he left the bathroom, and plopped down on the bed, right next to Elma.
- Good dreams, honey. - The Marasian hugged the girl with his left hand, the crack on which was rapidly healing.

The elf woke up in a hospital bed, under an IV drip that injected antibiotics, a solution of salts and liquid into the system. Feeling the body, the elf did not feel the presence of open wounds. He got up on the bed and took a sitting position, after which he began to look around in the ward. Instead of his clothes, he wore white hospital pajamas, made up of plain cotton pants that felt oversized and fit for everyone, and a robe that was equally oversized and sacked over the fragile elf's body. On the next bed was a young alien woman with a broken face, partly rewound with bandages and broken limbs. She was swept away by the current and dragged across the street when she was knocked off her feet by a flying trash can. The elf did not yet realize that it was his fault. In the opposite corner of the room there was a television broadcasting the news. The elf got up from the bunk, took the IV catheter out of his hand and walked over to the TV, adjusting the volume so that he could hear what was happening. The news showed footage of rescue operations from flooded basements and piles of debris. Something was said about the terrorist attack, the usual number of victims and how rescue and repair work is being carried out in at least four blocks. The picture on the screen resembled the consequences of tsunami, rather than a terrorist attack. The words sounded on the screen: "A search is underway for the guilty terrorist attack, which will be brought to criminal liability," as well as filming of the families of the wounded or dead who wished the culprit of the terrorist attack a terrible fate for all the suffering he brought. Anti-magic moods also sounded. The elf slowly, frightenedly began to move away from the screen. He never thought that this spell would be so destructive. For 10 years he tried to pronounce it and nothing happened and then, at one point, it worked, but at what cost. What if he's under surveillance? What if the police burst into the room. The elf drooped, sagged, dropped his eyes to the floor and began to squelch. Sleeves of pajamas, too long, hung down and covered his hands, emphasizing the elf's pity at this moment. He walked slowly to the bedside table near the hospital bed, opened it, saw his documents and wallet in it, which included a magic license, an identity card, and about 500 sporelings, his clothes were not there. He heard footsteps, and then abruptly jumped into the bed, hiding documents and wallet in his pajamas, and pretended to be a rag, forgetting to stick the IV catheter back into his hand. A nurse entered the room and walked to the second patient of the room. Fuh, carried away. She poked around there a little, changing the bandages, injecting drugs and renewing the IV, and left the ward. The elf instantly jumped up, began to think what to do, then, looking into the corridor, and waiting for the disappearance of the nurse from the floor, he quietly began to move towards the toilet. There he washed his tear-stained face and noticed that he was not reflected in the mirror. Nightmare! Could it be that his vampirism had increased after the mandrel from a severe wound. This is the most inopportune moment, the elf thought, after which he decided to break the mirror and bleed himself in order to return to his typical state, lowering the level of vampirism, but, thinking, he came to the conclusion that to escape he needs to be more than one-tenth a vampire. He opened the door from the toilet and looked out into the corridor, no one was there, rushed back into the room, tried to open the window, it did not give way, only the window opened. Then, Taking a deep breath, he ran away and crashed into the window with a swing, punching it, and flying out of the building. The bloody elf flew into the neighboring office building-skyscraper, breaking through the windows and showering the workers with shrapnel and rushed across the tables to the elevator, the floor guard rushed after him, which is why the elf, without waiting for the elevator, rushed to the fire escape and began to quickly climb onto the roof of the skyscraper, behind the guards were chasing after him, cutting off the staircase by any means, the guard also began to descend from above, which made the elf. Before reaching the rooftop, he jumped to the floor where the company's CEOs were meeting, the elf swept through the meeting, knocking two directors shaking hands down, and flew out through the nearest window, landing through the window into another skyscraper, which was a shopping center. Having run through the floor, an elf, in fragments and all bloody, flew out through another window and ended up on the roof of the building. So, jumping from roof to roof, the elf ran to the sparsely populated factory district of Fenom, jumped off the roof. The crunch, the elf's weak legs could not stand it and he screamed, pain pierced his body, but literally five minutes later, he got to his feet, as if nothing had happened, the wounds from the glass healed and he began to move through an abandoned factory building, the machines of which were covered with white plastic covering, like a bride's veil. In a dark corner of the room, the elf sat down to catch his breath, pain still penetrating his body ... he got to his feet as if nothing had happened, the glass wounds healed and he began to move through an abandoned factory building, whose machines were covered with a white plastic cover, like a bride's veil. In a dark corner of the room, the elf sat down to catch his breath, pain still penetrating his body ... he got to his feet as if nothing had happened, the glass wounds healed and he began to move through an abandoned factory building, whose machines were covered with a white plastic cover, like a bride's veil. In a dark corner of the room, the elf sat down to catch his breath, pain still penetrating his body ...
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Soren Russky
Elma only moaned quite enough, she no longer had enough strength, and drowsiness attacked her and did not let go. Hugging Soren tighter, she fell asleep peacefully, sometimes snoring in her sleep, but stopping almost immediately.

Nayto The
defense systems, which should have taken aim at the ship, were broken, and therefore no resistance was met by the agent. The hangar door was broken down by an unknown force, and therefore the agent could easily put the ship inside to study the mysterious object from the inside if he wanted.

Nayto
The Living Organism Scanner showed him many faint, barely noticeable signals, concentrated mainly on the right side of the asteroid. The left side was blocked behind a sealed door, littered with debris - they covered the entire hall. However, the way there lay through kilometers of corridors and long halls, strewn with the same debris, some unknown devices and simply non-working computers.

The elf caught his breath, waited for his wounds to more or less regenerate, grabbed a shard of glass stuck in the material of the bloody hospital pajamas and was just about to stick it in his neck to release half of the blood from his body to stop the advance of vampirism, but they entered the factory building. 3 figures. Two of them were familiar figures: a cyborg and a pitbull-like alien, who attacked the elf in the first hours of their arrival with a hairdryer. Instead of their slain leader, a monkey or gorilla-like alien in a cloak and a hood walked in the center, so that apart from his strong long woolen arms there was nothing to identify. There were dents on the cyborg's body, the pitbull-like alien was shaven in some places and his body was bruised. The elf put the shard of glass into his pocket and fell silent, trying to hold his breath.
“He’s here somewhere, the one who killed the chief. - said the cyborg.
- Harrr Garrr, yeah, so * woof * is. I smell it, I won't * woof * confuse this smell with harr garr anything drrrrrgh!
The elf swallowed hard, echoing through the huge factory building. To which the ape-like alien jerked abruptly in the direction of the sound, jerking the two escorts back a couple of steps and swiftly, taking down the white plastic instruments from the tables, approached the elf. The elf stood up and tried to make a malicious grimace, but his eyes, which were reddened as if he were about to cry, betrayed fear. The elf's knees trembled and he shouted:
- I will kill you just as I killed your boss! - in his trembling voice, after which he made an incision on his wrist with the edge of glass, blood gushed from his veins, materializing into a kind of battle scythe. The elf hoped that this trick, typical of vampires, would scare the attacker, but he was wrong. At the same moment, she burned with a lightning movement, struck the elf with a strong blow in the chest, but the elf managed to react and blocked the blow with his free hand, which was strangely twisted from the blow and the elf screamed from severe pain. The elf rushed to run, his free from the scythe hand dangling immobile, like a soggy noodle, the monkey jumped on the table, pulled out one of the lathes screwed to it, and threw this colossus towards the elf, to which he dived under the table, which served as a shield in front of that how to break. The elf jumped out from under the table and began to run around the room, using the environment as a shield. While the elf maneuvered between the rows of equipment, his pursuing alien flew right through, grabbing whatever he could pluck and throwing it at the elf, whose hand still hadn't regenerated. The elf continued to run until, in horror, he discovered that a wall was behind him. The elf swung his scythe towards the alien, but he in motion grabbed the scythe and, using it as a lever, threw the elf into the opposite end of the factory with a force similar to a truck. The elf involuntarily let go of the braid from his hand, which, from the shock, broke and became as useless as the other hand. The scythe left in the hands of the gorilla turned back into blood, which immediately began to boil and evaporate, which is characteristic of vampiric blood. The elf, in flight, demolished one machine, which reduced the speed of its flight, but broke 4 ribs, after which he flew into the wall with gusto, breaking the remaining ribs, the gorilla rushed to him and grabbed the exhausted, immobilized, mortally wounded elf by the throat and with one hand lifted him into the air. The elf could not resist with both broken arms ... All was lost. But here it is extraordinary ...
Bang!
In an instant, the alien's head seemed to evaporate, turning into a red gruel on the nearest wall, and the headless gorilla staggered to the ground, freeing the elf from his grasp.
Elf has lost consciousness and did not understand what had happened and who was saved ...
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Nayto
A huge hall appeared before the agent - one of many. It contained cryocapsules. And each cryocapsule contained a frozen creature. Some creatures could be familiar to the agent, some he could see absolutely for the first time, because their native civilization had never met either him or anyone from the Galaxy. The capsules stood like books in a giant library. Some had a soft bluish light, but many were drowned in the all-consuming darkness.
Near every hundredth of the capsule stood a switched-off steel robot. The robots were humanoid except for the head. The heads of these drones had their "mouths" open, forming an ominous mouth, as if ready to close on their victim at any moment. The drones had narrow plates on the sides of these heads, giving their heads a resemblance to elves.

The elf woke up in the factory a week later, his body was completely in order. First of all, he looked around, but did not find a single corpse, although he understood perfectly well that all the attackers were mysteriously killed. Not a trace of blood, nothing, but the factory equipment was scattered about, just like after the battle. The elf felt uncomfortable, and he went to look for a more or less hidden corner of the factory, until he came across the once "living" room of workers with a dusty poker table, air hockey, a couple of dusty sofas and a non-working machine with soda, in which there were a couple of old cans. This factory stopped working after Fenom was repaired after the Grox attack.
The elf carefully put his hand to get one of the cans of soda, opened it, and raised it to his lips, a sip of liquid after a whole week of "hibernation" seemed to revive an elf. He began to look around in the room, after which, remembering that he needed to do something about vampirism, he stuck a shard of glass into his neck, and released enough blood to once again lose consciousness, this time already lying on the couch rather than on cold factory floor.

Nayto
After Agent Fir marked the asteroid as a site of archaeological interest, several heavy tugboats arrived at the site and in two weeks dragged a huge asteroid into the territory of the Three-Eyed State, where it is not only easier to explore, but also to declare its rights to it. ... Soon, groups of archaeologists, programmers and restorers were already swarming in it, like ants, who studied the whole ark along and across, disassembled robots and examined people frozen inside.
Research has shown that the ship is at least several million years old. It was created - or at least existed - long before the first races of the galaxy entered space. This discovery amazed many, because the first recorded space flights were dated only tens of thousands of years ago, a maximum of hundreds. But a ship that is several million years old is unthinkable. Not to mention where the
work was going on in the ship , it was still necessary to open the complex program code of the robots, study in detail the inhabitants of the capsules, investigate the technologies hidden on the ship ...

A week later, the elf woke up on the couch, fully recovered from blood loss.
Still in bloody hospital robes, he got up from the couch and walked over to the broken drink machine. He was overcome by severe hunger. The body required sugar. He tried to reach the 4 remaining drinks in the machine through the opening on the bottom, but they were too high. The elf tried to kick the machine gun, to which he only yelped and grabbed his leg in a fit of pain. Then, out of anger, he hit the machine gun with his fist, but regretted that too. Sitting on the sofa, the elf began to think. Then he grabbed a table lamp and began to beat it with his leg on the glass, until it broke and the elf took out 4 cans of soda. At the moment, after muffling them, the elf examined himself, deciding that there was no way to get out into the city like this.
However, there was a fresh business card on the table with the name crossed out in marker. Address and contact data. Nothing more was said. Unlike all the other items in the room, this was the freshest object. Is someone calling him to a meeting? What do they know? How they crept past the sleeping elf. The elf's head was splitting with questions. He grabbed the card and moved to look around the factory for clothes. Fresh clothes lay neatly folded on one of the linen-covered looms. The one who left the card also left the clothes for the ragged elf. He began to carefully inspect the clothes, after which he crept up on his toes like a fearful animal, grabbed the clothes abruptly, and rushed with her back into the room with the sofa, like a vulture with prey.
They were painted leather pants with suspenders, a bluish shirt reminiscent of a cleric's robe, thick red socks, neat leather shoes the same color as the leather of the pants, new underwear wrapped inside a shirt. This frightened the elf a little, was it possible that the stranger was able to take the elf's measurements during sleep. Togo shuddered at the thought. And finally, a blue hooded cloak, more reminiscent of a military uniform similar to that worn by the battle mages of Aetherion.
Everything suited the elf perfectly, whoever this stranger was, he would have to answer many questions. Finally, in the inner pocket of his uniform, the only pocket, there was a note.
"I know what you are hiding" .....
A chill passed down the elf's spine, and in a new outfit he moved to look for the indicated address. On the way, the elf saw a stand with hot dogs, bought 3, immediately ate them, was satisfied, paid 9 sporelings, smiled at the seller and moved on.

The communicator rang again, announcing an incoming call. Now it could be anyone from the headquarters, given the latest events, which, thank Sporius, have not received publicity in the media. But someone really wanted to have a banquet on this occasion and had already prepared troops to break into enemy territory with salutes from proton rockets and plasma shots.
“Agent Creed got in touch,” he officially introduced himself, not knowing if it was the boss or someone of a lower rank. But he was not distracted from the road, piloting the ship in a relaxed manner.
- Naito! Are you completely free now? - heard a familiar voice, and then the face of the familiar three-eyed - Vhaerion.
- Until the first call, - he smiled at him, not hiding his joy about this. - The restrictions were removed from me. We can speak freely. At least you and me.
- Great ... How did it go? They only reported the results to me, but I want to know about the process!
- Surprisingly great. Now we have compromising evidence on the Council - the Council consisted of four powerful empires, among which there were three-eyed. Naito learned that one of the Council members was working with the Grox. Military operations were already planned in the direction of this empire, and at the same time they were "digging" for other empires that were part of the Council. However, more Naito was not privy to business, or there was nothing more to devote to, since it did not go beyond "ideas". - And I was promoted ... Two ranks at once, up to 7th.
“I know that. I also know that it is better not to tell anyone about this until the situation with the Council is clear. Congratulations! - supported Varry's friend.
- Thank.
- Where are you now? - asked the three-eyed.
- To the object - Hairdryer. And on the way I will drop into the spaceport, refuel the ship, and eat myself. All this time, I did not eat normally, except that I had a snack, - Naito told about his plans. - And so - free.
- Excellent ... I'll notify you, just what. With the 7th rank, it will be more dangerous to send on a task, and accordingly more important.
- But the equipment will be more solid ... - they talked like this for half an hour, discussing at the beginning the pros and cons of increasing in rank, and then completely switched to third-party topics, the discussion about which sometimes reached the point of absurdity. But this conversation was pleasant to both of them.

Proceeding further, the elf finally came across an address. It was already getting dark. At the door of the address stood a black gravikar with darkened windows. One of the windows was lowered, it was dark inside. The voice said:
- Sit down, the boss is already waiting - after which the back door of the car opened. There was no one inside. The front seats were obstructed by a wall. The elf got into the car carefully. The engine roared and the gravikar moved in a direction unknown to the elf, which was not a surprise, since none of the directions was known to the elf. They arrived on a twilight street, steam emanating from the hatches, red neon signs with sometimes obscene images hung everywhere. Many of them used XXX or similar in their names. From time to time, various aliens, men and women, as well as dimorphs and amorphs, sometimes extremely obscenely dressed, appeared on the street. Having passed through this street, the gravikar turned right and stopped right there at the corner. The sign read Twilight Lepidoptera Cabaret in Terran. The door of the gravikar opened
The elf got out of the gravikar, which immediately got under way and left. The elf had a chill down his spine and he cautiously slouched his shoulders into the cabaret. When he reached the said table, the elf met a nice looking terran about 30 years old, in a cherry vest, a shirt with wrapped sleeves, dark hair tucked back in a bun similar to a nobleman. The figure's eyes were bright yellow and seemed to glow in the dark. It even seemed to the elf that the pupil of the figure looked more like a cat than a Terran, but it must be a play of light. The elf sat down next to the figure. To which he said in a soft, benevolent voice:
- And finally, I see my invitation has found its way into your hands. the figure said, extending its right hand. The elf gently extended his right hand in a handshake. The figure squeezed his hand so hard that he squeaked like a kitten, which made the figure let go of his hand and apologize, laughing benevolently.
- I didn't calculate the strength, huh. My name is Louis, you can call me "you".
- My name is Aubrey, very nice to meet you. - said the elf, having thawed a little to the stranger because of his easy pleasant manner of communication. “So what did you mean when you said that you know what I’m trying to hide?
- Please, address me on "you". I'll tell you after the show. - the light in the hall went out, and several dancers in light clothes came out onto the stage. Music began to play in the language so familiar to the elf.
The dancers merged in an incredibly beautiful dance, half-naked bodies lit by low light. Their suluets were difficult to distinguish from each other at dusk, which gave free rein to the imagination.
The elf's eyes never left the sight. He especially liked one dancer, the contour of which made the hair in his hands stand up as if from static electricity.
At the end of the dance, the lights came on and the dancers came out into the light. 3 terran guys, 2 elves and 3 girls of an anthropomorphic moth race with 4 arms, chitinous strong legs, body proportions reminiscent of terran women. One of them came forward and thanked everyone for their attention in the elf's native language. Louis applauded and shouted,
“Manfic! Bravo!
The elf sat shifting, looking at this dancer with his eyes. He so wanted to touch the ring of fluff around her neck and plunge into her proportion ... Louis looked playfully towards the elf, winked at the dancer and said quietly, leaning towards the elf's ear:
- I see your mind is not tuned to serious conversations. We will postpone them to tomorrow. Meet you at the exit from here. In the meantime, she's all yours ... - The elf blushed and began to cover his face with his hands, the moth girl deftly jumped off the stage, stretched out her hand to the elf and they disappeared on the stairs leading to the rooms.
The next morning, the elf walked out of the building with a satisfied, mellow look on his face. Charged with serotonin, he lived for this moment, as if forgetting about all the problems and that he had just lost 200 sporelings for the service. Louis didn't pay, the elf had to pay for the night himself.
The car that the elf saw yesterday was already parked at the entrance. It was a rare Terran Bentley gravikar. Premium gravikar, which is not mass-produced. The elf did not see it last night, but now it was perfectly visible in daylight. The door opened and Louis sat in the backseat, waving at the elf with a smile from ear to ear. The elf climbed inside and sat down next to Louis.
- Well, how is it? - Louis winked, to which the elf blushed ... - Okay, I won't tease, let's get down to business. I know that you are the culprit of the terrorist attack, but I also know that it was self-defense and you did not calculate the strength.
The elf's face, just red, turned sharply pale. He even ignored that the stranger addressed him with a feminine ending. He said nothing in return.
- So, you probably want to fix this, to become a hero, not a villain in the eyes of people.
The elf began to nod his head convulsively.
- I have a job just for you ... A circus has arrived at Fenom and, according to my reports, he is distributing illegal substances. I could ask the police to arrange a raid, but it won't do anything. Whoever runs the operation is a professional. I need to go to him. So, you will infiltrate them in the circus, gain confidence and supply information to me. How do you like that?
- If I take this job, then the case of the terrorist attack will be forgotten, right?
- I give my word. The word of Luis Santiago, the chief director of the pharmaceutical group XAZ medicinals ... - The elf without hesitation stretched out his hand forward, to which Luis extended his handshake.
Louis gave the elf the necessary forged forms and threw him out two blocks from the place where the circus stopped. The elf was hired and worked there, in charge of feeding exotic creatures for half a week. It didn't work out anything unusual, he just fed the animals and watched the performances from behind the curtains ...
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