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Somewhere in the desert

Jackass walked forward, with purpose, towards the bane of her existence these past two weeks.

It had been an accident. One slip of the foot, the whole dune then gave way. For a moment, she feared she would get buried by a entire mound of sand and suffocate from emaciated soil of all things. But androids were much more robust things and she got herself out of the trap of her own making. Then, she found it.

Twin metal doors, aged grey and rusting. On it, a fading symbol could be seen. A white globe, with laurel leaves.

Ever since she found it, those doors were her obsession and she had been trying to break free into the damn place.

It wasn't unusual to find doors here and there. Usually, they led to some hidden cavern or two and were oft forgotten quickly. But something about those doors, that globe, that made Jackass spend her precious two weeks in opening. She didn't know what it was, only that it spurred her to do so.

Her blatant obsession didn't go unnoticed. She saw the looks her fellow androids had given her. Jackass wasn't bothered by that though. She already was the village crazy, what was more for her stellar reputation?

She halted, dropping on one knee as she gingerly placed the explosives sheheld onto its plastic brothers. With experienced hands, she connected the different mish mash of wires together, slowly and delicately. Despite her cavalier nature, she was going to be careful in the applying of explosives. Android she may be but she was not a YorHa android that could survive kilotons of TNT and C4. With those thoughts in mind, she connected the last wire.

A cheshire grin appeared on her lips.

"Fire in the holeeeeeee!" she yelled, running back a good distance away and diving into a foxhole she dug. Her thumb pressed the detonator she held in her hand and the world glowed in orange-yellow light.
It was glorious.

As the smoke and fire settled, Jackass peered over her foxhole, expecting the doors to be blasted wide open. To her delight, they were. The ancient portals were blasted open, a dark gaping maw now stood on where two gates were. She climbed out of her foxhole, dusting off some sand off her before letting her excitement get the better of her.

"YEAHHHHH!" Jackass enthused herself. "I'm the beast, I'm the power. I can do it!"

Quickly, a flashlight appeared in her hand. Android she may be, she unfortunately didn't have night vision. And so, she walked in, her boots crunching on the sand.

The gaping maw of a entrance sucked her into a world of darkness. The flashlight she held did much to illuminate her path but Jackass reckoned she would need a bigger light. She thought of coming back but she thought of the two weeks she spent trying to pry the damn door open. She wasn't going to waste anymore time and she was going to explore...whatever the hell this place was.

It soon dawned on her that she was now in a facility of sorts, perhaps a base? She was in a large hall that would have served as a motor pool in the past and by shining her flashlight on a few things, she could make out boxes and what looked like vehicles. Each one of the the things looked...preserved. Jackass figured that time would have eaten everything inside but no, everything appeared as pristine since the day they were entombed.

She approached one of the vehicles, a flatbed truck. Shining her light on the door, the same symbol she painted on the door was there as well. She walked round and onto the back where a dozen boxes, green in color and utilitarian in shape rested. Hopping onto the back, she knelt and looked around for a way to open it. Finding the means, she popped it open.

Rifles, dozens of them, designed like the AK's that the resistance used. Or perhaps they were AK's. Had she stumbled onto a cache for the Army of Humanity? Such were here thoughts as she picked up a rifle and held it up. She could feel some power being emitted in the rifle. She set it aside, turning into the box and picking up a magazine. Jackass blinked, feeling the magazine vibrate in her hand. Glancing back at the AK, she held it up and slapped the magazine into the weird AK. Holding it up, she spotted a far wall and fired.

A flash, blue light, and the AK smoking from its barell. At the distance, a bullet sized hole sizzled, faintly glowing blue before dissipating.

She fired again.

Blue flashes of light.

She blinked, glancing at the AK in her hand. She set it aside and got to work on the other crates, each one having the same rifles and magazines.

Energy rifles, she saw. It would be very useful for the Resistance. Anemone would be pleased to have something for their arsenal. This time, she had something to show for her efforts and she could prove, in no certain doubt, that she was insane.

She paused in her thoughts. Was she insane? Mulling on it for a second, she shook her head. She wasn't insane. It was the other resistance androids that were.

She hopped off the truck, flashlight in hand. She moved the torch around, trying to see more in the darkness. Eventually, her light landed on a door much like the one she blasted, but smaller and in the far end of the hall. Her lips frowned slightly, thinking she might have to blast this one as well. First, she would have to see what it was and where it led. Her legs moved automatically, her boot-steps echoing in the dark.

She halted before the door, bending over slightly to see any handles and what-not. She put her light around and found nothing. Glancing to the side, she saw what could be the door controls. Kneeling, she leaned forward to inspect it. Unlike the annoying gate entrance, the button as much more straight forward and she pressed it. Jackass had no expectations of it doing anything as the place was darker than the Kingdom of the Night. No power, she reasoned. There was no way the door was going to-

A slight rumble echoed in the dark. Jackass quickly got to her feet and watched as the doors slowly and painfully opened itself.

Jackass grinned again, stepping inside.

She was in a long hallway of sorts, locked in time. There were tables around, papers here and there. Whoever used this bunker, they were in a hurry judging from the amount of over turned furniture here and there. As she walked deeper into the hallway, she thought of what this bunker could be. Of course, there was her theory of the bunker being a lost Army of Humanity outpost. The AoH had bases and outposts all over the world and in the long centuries of warfare first against the Legion then the damned aliens, it always meant that there was going to be lost sites here and there.

Then, she felt it.

Pausing, as if to make sure she wasn't going crazy, Jackass put a finger to her tongue as she felt...power deep inside the bunker.

It was unlike anything she had felt before. The pull in her stomach, in her being, bid her to march forward.

And she did, first increasing her pace, then quickening it until finally, she was running, her legs having a mind of its own. Finally, she stopped.

Looking up, there seemed to be a sign on the top of the doorway.

"Cryo Unit 1," the sign declared.

Jackass, like many androids, revered humanity. Mankind were their creators after all. There was no higher amibition, no higher need an android had other than to serve mankind. That was the point of their existence and to serve humanity, they would happily do anything and everything to fulfill that goal. Hence why it was utter cruelty that despite their long service for humanity, they hadn't so much seen a single human. Oh, they had heard all the broadcasts but...surely they deserved more than just a pat on the back, right?

And so to Jackass, to see such words and the implications that it had not just for her, it just made her realize that her little outing suddenly got way waaaaay more important. Sucking in a breath, she entered through the door.

"Oh my....god..." Jackass whispered

Rows upon rows of metal contraptions stood side by side and in neat rows. She took steps forward, her eyes glazed over the machines, each one of whom had glass windows into them. Biting her lip, Jackass cautiously approached one, her gait pilgrim-like and sacred.

Was there...anyone inside? A part of her hoped.

She glanced into one.

And to her utter shock, and wildest fantasy, there was.

Inside the box was someone that looked just like her. White skin, soft features...but done in a way that was more...alive.

There was a human here and she, Jackass the Crazy Scientist Demolition Expert, was the one that found them. And not just one human...but boxload full of them.

She had to contact YorHa and the Resistance immediately.

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The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Anemone was the leader of the local Resistance Cell. That usually meant that her duties included preparing missions for her androids to complete, jockeying with other Resistance cells for support and supplies from the Army of Humanity, overseeing the health of her own base and people, and more. But today? Today just seemed a slow day. She had long since finished her tasks for the day and there was no operations to speak of. If anything, she and her camp was falling into the dreaded lull between battles.

She yawned, her head resting on a table, a bottle of fine Terran water sitting across her. She turned to her communicator, silently hoping for something...anything to happen, really.

She clicked on it, typing quietly before a cheery voice started speaking into her ears.

"Helllllllooooooo~~! Welcome viewers to my stream, it is I! 12H with the latest news!" a sickly sweet voice started speaking.

The radio was the premier way for androids to communicate with each other. It was used to coordinate troop movement and direct operations. Some however had taken it up to themselves to start personal streams. She wasn't really the girl to go and listen to such, being too busy to even listen to such things but today was a atypical day.

"Androids of the Indian subcontinent report a stunning-" She listened quietly, hearing the Healer model talk about some victory in the Indian continent. She felt nothing else about this, other than some slight approval. In their war...there was no true victories to be achieved really. The Machines never seemed to be losing but they, the Army of Humanity, never seem to be winning.

But still, the Healer said it was a victory and she would still take that.

The voice of the Healer turned speculative. "Forward observers are saying that in Japan, there seems to be an Amusement Park run entirely by...machines! Is this a sign that the machines are turning to new strategies to entrap our brave boys and girls with clowns? Tune in at 7 to find out more!"

Anemone felt herself bemused at this. It was a simple way of hooking in viewers to tune in next time the Healer model spoke. She may not be a streamer extraordinaire but even she could recognize that. As the Healer model was about to speak more, her stream was suddenly interrupted as her communicator rang haphazardly. Raising an eyebrow, she saw that it was Jackass contacting her.

"Jackass? What could she want?" Anemone said to herself, a myriad of scenarios running in her head and all of them included the crazed scientist asking for even more dangerous explosives to fiddle with. Well. It wasn't as if she was busy. And so, she accepted the call.

"Yes, Jackass?" Anemone said, her voice as-

"ANEMONE! FINALLY! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN TRYING TO REACH YOU!" Jackass yelled into the communicator. Such was her volume that nearby androids paused in what they were doing to look at her. Massaging her temples, both out of awkwardness and trying to numb the pain her ears were getting,

Anemone replied, tersely and still massaging her temples. "Jackass, Volume please. I like my ears not bleeding,"

Nervous laughter filtered in. "Eh-hehehe. Sorry about that! It's just, I have something important to talk to you about!"

Anemone spoke, unimpressed. "If you are trying to charm me into selling you high-grade explosives, must I remind you that it is the property of the Army of Humanity, to be used in battle and not for your experiments?"

"That was the second thing, actually! There's-" Jackass glanced around, hesitant about something before turning to talk to Anemone.

"I need your help with something very, very, very important. Something that will change history as we know it," There was a certain seriousness in Jackass's tone and face that gave Anemone pause. The demolitions maniac was usually laissez-faire with her emotions and oft sported an amused look most of the time.

"You know the entrance into the Desert, right?" Jackass asked, her face losing the signature crazed look in her eyes.

"I do," Anemone confirmed, thinking on the single Resistance outpost there that made a killing selling to androids going to and fro the Desert and back into the City.

"Meet me there. I can tell you about it but...seeing is better than believing," Jackass said.

"Seeing? See what?" Anemone asked.

"You'll see! Just go!"

And that was how Anemone and a few other androids found themselves on a old beaten truck making its way into the Desert. The ride was bumpy, the driver having to travel over potholes or other debris. The Army of Humanity had taken upon itself to restore the cities in preparation of humanity's return, their population having squirreled itself on the Moon.

With old schematics at hand and time on their side, the AoH had done a lot to fix certain cities as best as they could but their efforts tended to fall flat thanks to the ongoing war against the Machines. Battles were never gentle to the enviroment and the Ruined City was proof of that.

Standing on top of the flatbed, Anemone passed by battle-stricken streets, a silent expression on her face as she saw the war-torn shadow of what was once Tokyo.

She was sure that this was a beautiful city, she had seen images of it before...well, everything. The bright lights, the maintained streets, the people...

All of it was gone now.

Nature had overtaken most of the City, green on the walls, on the ruined and cracked skeletons of buildings. Trees had grown to great size, nearly beating skycrapers themselves in terms of size and casted a great shadow to those below them.

Taking a breath, Anemone was treated to air fresh as ripe fruit but that effect did little for her, having no internal organs to speak of save for the simulacrum that all androids had. They were made to resemble their creators as close as possible. There were discussions between her soldiers talking about the possibility of whether or not they too had a soul.

Anemone had little time to deliberate on such questions, not when a war was still on going.

And looking around, there were plenty of reminders of it. The craters left by artillery shells or missiles. Ruined husks of fallen craft, AoH or Machine. Distant sounds of gunfire cracking and cannons booming in the distance. Anemone had to admit that hearing it so far gave her some sense of peace, telling her that she was safe from the battles and the horror.

"So, what the hell has Jackass gotten that justifies us going there?" One of her soldiers asked, getting her out of her thoughts. Anemone craned her head back to see the android sat against the flatbed's walls, rifle resting against his shoulder.

"If it's another stupid experiment, I ought to give her a piece of my mind," another one grumbled, blue hair swaying in the breeze and arms hugging her legs.

"It is important enough that she called me on my own private channel," Anemone revealed, earning looks from her men. True enough, that channel was used only by others for the most important of matters that required reaching to her directly.

"O-oh," the grumbler whispered. "What does that mean?"

Anemone perked up. "We are about to find out," she remarked, seeing Jackass waving at them in the distance. The truck pulled up next to the mad scientist. Anemone walked over, leaning down at the smirking terror.

"We're here, Jackass. This better be important," said Anemone.

"Anemone! Don't dorry, this is more than important! This will be legendary!" Jackass boasted.

A bunch of groans echoed from the truck. Anemone turned to them. "Hold here while I talk with Jackass,"

The driver gave her a thumbs-up. With that, Anemone leapt off the truck and walked over to Jackass, her boots crunching over sand.

"So, what is it that you got us here scrambling?" Anemone asked, noticing Jackass stare at the lone truck.

"You only brought one truck?" asked Jackass.

"Why, did you find a cache of bombs to haul?" Anemone once again asked, crossing her arms. Jackass shook her head as she took a step forward, resting her hands on her hips.

"Oh no, I found a cache of humans," she said, her tone matter-of-factly.

Anemone stopped and stared. The androids grumbling on the truck stared. From his seat, the driver lowered his seat windows and stared.

"You found...a cache of...humans?" Anemone repeated herself, disbelief in her voice.

"Yup! There were also guns and trucks and supplies! But forget about those! I found a cache, no, loads of humans! They were in these pods about yay high," Jackass revealed, trying to give her fellow androids an estimate of said pods.

"Humans? In the desert? I thought they were all in the moon?" Anemone didn't know who exactly asked it but someone had said it aloud. Internally, Anemone's programming was jumping up in both panic and joy. Humans! In the very planet!

"Where did you find them?" Anemone asked, her voice taking a more serious and professional tone. Her comms device rang as it received a notification. She pressed into it and...frowned.

"So deep in the desert.." she clicked her tongue. She turned to Jackass, head tilting.

"What the hell were you doing so deep in the desert? You could have been lost, you know," commented Anemone. Generally...most androids don't go into the desert. Not only would it mess up their filters, it would overheat them the same way humans would react to extremely high temperatures.

"Well, I needed a place to test out my explosives!" Jackass squawked indignantly before clearing her throat. "Anyway, I found that place on accident. It's...far into the desert but not far enough that we can't reach. Come on,"

And with that, the two climbed up the truck, heading for their destination. As the truck sped along, her androids muttered amongst themselves. Humans on Earth. YoRHa and the Council of Humanity had long since held the narrative that all of humanity had evacuated to the Moon when the Machine Invaders came. Apparently, this place of humanity didn't get the memo.

"We're close," Jackass grinned. Sure enough, the truck then swerved behind some tall tunes. Anemone could see the outlines of a metallic bunker, hidden in the sands. The truck pulled into a stop and the androids on the back jumped off.

"This thing, this facility, it's massive," Jackass explained. "Some sections were closed off or had no power. The places I explored where the only places I could go to without blowing up some doors."

"You didn't blow up doors did you,?" Anemone asked, swaying aside her cape.

Jackass frowned, offended. "I may be a crazed woman of science, Anemone, but I am not that crazy! And besides!"

She turned...contemplative. "I...I don't want to risk our creators like that."

The androids nodded in approval. They were all made in humanity's image. They were their creators. Their fathers and mothers. Their very programming made them want to serve, to please their gods. And to separate children from parents...

Anemone shook her head. She then held up her rifle, readying it just in case. "Alright! Listen up! Let us go check this facility and secure it for the time being! I want to explore this place first! Carolina and Reaper, with me!"

"Yip yip!" her soldiers affirmed loudly, falling behind their leader. The resistance androids went in, seeing all the sights Jackass had seen. It appeared that the scientist had gone ahead to power up the facility, lighting up hallways and such.

"The technology was...arcane but it was easy to understand," Jackass said, walking right next to Anemone. "You have no idea how close this place was to dying. The generators were on its last legs. If I hadn't been here and released emergency power...then..."

A heavy mood descended in the group. Anemone felt her programming nearly go haywire at that thought. Some in the group couldn't hold back their tears as Carolina bit back a sob. Reaper offered her a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Good work, Jackass," Anemone praised her. The tomboyish android smirked.

The androids arrived into the cryogenics room. Signs of it being cleaned is apparent, with wet floors and freshly scrubbed walls. Anemone turned again to Jackass who glanced away.

"Your doing?" Anemone asked.

"I just thought they'd appreciate waking up to clean floors, okay!" Jackass grumbled.

"You haven't awoken them yet?" Anemone asked with a raised eyebrow.

"And what? Handle five hundred humans on my own? Look, I love humanity as much as you do but I can't service five hundred at once!" Jackass squawked. She crossed her arms. "Why do you think I glanced at your singular struck earlier?"

Anemone turned to the cryo pods, the machines humming with life. Her androids had already broken formation, glancing into the pods with reverent awe. Carolina had already knelt before a pod, her hands grasping at one pod, seeing the singular human sleeping inside.

"Yes...we need more men," Anemone had to agree. "They can't stay here on Earth. It's far too dangerous. Driver!"

A burly android marched up, a red scarf wrapped around his neck. "Aye, ma'm?"

"We are returning to the camp! I will be contacting Commander White about this. Rest of you, stay here and secure the bunker! Not a single machine will come close, do you understand!"

"Yes, ma'm!"

Much much later, in Earth's orbit, a singular blonde android in white stood resolutely.

Around her, black clad androids with veils spoke into monitors. The blonde android was glancing at a massive screen above her when one of those androids cried out.

"Commander! We have an urgent distress call from the Ruined City!"

Commander White thought for a moment then nodded. "Patch them through..."

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Commander White thought for a moment then nodded. "Patch them through..."

The Operator nodded as she pressed on something in her terminal. Then, the image of Anemone appeared on screen. Judging from her looks, she was fresh from travelling and...anxious. Commander White took a step forward, preparing herself for the conversation they were going to have.

"Anemone. It is rare for you to contact me directly," Commander White said, her tone professional yet lingering with a sense of familiarity.

"White," coughed Anemone. An oddly human gesture for what was essentially a android that had no lungs but such was their closeness to the likeness of their creators. Anemone then continued. "There is something I need to talk with you. It is extremely important. Do you have a means of talking where it is just us? I cannot risk other ears from hearing what I have to say."

White raised a single blonde eyebrow. Operators in their seats murmured amongst themselves as to what this could be. Well, if it was that important...

"I have. Wait for a moment," White said to Anemone nodding. She turned to an Operator with curly locks. "Direct the call to my room. Give it the highest security,"

"Y-yes, ma'm!" the Operator squeaked. There, White strode out of the Command Room, her steps echoing off the sterile white walls of the Bunker. It never really had much decorations to it as it was after all a military installation. Why would they need paintings and rugs and the like? As she walked White deliberated on what Anemone had to say to her. It surely wasn't anything personal as whatever needed to be said was given a long time ago.

Well. It was useless to speculate. She found her own private quarters and walked in, ready to find out.

Despite her image as a stern and resolute Commander of YoRHa, White wasn't the most astute of individuals in terms of personal care. Her room was a mess, used dresses all crumpled on the floor and old boots left to sit on a pile. Her bed was rarely used nowadays and it was thanks to that justification she never bothered to tidy it up. Well. It wasn't as if Anemone nor anyone was going to see the state of her own private quarters. She marched up to a terminal and pressed on it, clicking on a few buttons.

Again, Anemone showed up.

"It is me again. What is it?" White asked, going to business.

"There are humans on earth," Anemone replied in kind.

White paused, staring at the screen with the Resistance Leader in it. She really must have submitted herself to maintenance. Her audio receptors were clearly not working. "Say again?" White clarified.

And Anemone did. "There are humans, on Earth. An associate of mine discovered them on accident while she was exploring the Desert. I myself went out with a few trusted androids and found a massive bunker complex. From what the records could tell us...it was a cryogenics facility undertaken by an old human organization called the United Nations. This one was one of many. This particular one was last active...on the 12th of June, 2050."

White's eyes widened slightly as her mind began to do the math. "That would be...so long ago. How is this facility still active?"

"It appears that its source of power is magical and technological in nature, utilizing maso generators with nuclear power or so what my associate says. The specifics are lost to me," Anemone admitted. "But the fact remains there are over five hundred humans here buried underneath the sands. I do not have enough resources or men to move them but YoRHa does. I need your help."

White schooled her features. She was too in control of herself to allow any other feeling to show other than what she wished to show. Her heart...she did not know how to take this news. She hated this news for what it meant, uncovering many years of work and lies. But...her programming....how she wished she could just go and leap for joy. Humanity! Their creators! Their Gods!

Their gods had returned!

She will have to worry with the consequences later. Their figurative mothers and fathers have returned and she would be damned to put up with the separation between them and their children any longer.

"I have the resources, yes. I will have to contact the Council of Humanity for further support as well as High Command in the Army of Humanity. I assume you mean to transport them off-world?" White asked.

Anemone nodded. "You and I both know they cannot stay here. Earth is a mess, White. They cannot stay here...not yet. I am sure the rest of the Council of Humanity would be ecstatic to receive their lost brothers and sisters."

"Yes. They would be," White answered, face stoic. "Where is this bunker complex located?"

"You will be receiving the coordinates soon," replied Anemone. At that, White received a ping. She clicked on the notification and...frowned.

The desert. Even YoRHa with its advanced models and technology hesitated to go there. Anemone could see White's face frown and she sighed as well.

"This will be no easy task, Anemone. We do not have much assets near the desert," White revealed. That was true enough. YoRHa never really bothered much with the desert, save for securing some oasis's and some deposits for oil and natural gas, the desert was left to fend for itself.

"There is a benefit to this at least," Anemone said. "The Machines will find it hard to navigate here too."

That was true as much.

"I will deploy my forces to secure the bunker complex. I will see to coordinating with the Army of Humanity to provide transports. You know that will take time, yes?" White pointed out, the logistics required for this mission playing in her head. YoRHa had capable ground-to-space craft but those were the new flight units designed for high-intensity combat, not transporting people. She would have to pester the AoH command for actual transport units.

"I know. Hence...it would be best for the humans in the bunker to remain frozen until everything is ready for them," Anemone surmised, bitterness in her voice. Once more, fate was being cruel to both her and White for delaying the meeting between God and Children.

"Unfortunate but we cannot risk letting them out, not while it is still so dangerous. Ironically enough, they are safer buried in the desert than staying someplace else," White said, massaging her temples. "I will deploy troops there albeit gradually. We do not want to alert the Machines of the presence of humans there."

"There is a concern I have to share. My associate has told me that the maso generators are running on its last legs. Hell, she just found the place just in time before the last generator would fizzle out. I do not need to tell you what that would mean," Anemone said, shivering slightly.

White knew exactly what that meant. She hated that sort of thing with a furious burning passion. "Can you maintain it?"

Anemone thought for a moment then nodded. "I...I know a pair of androids who we can rely on to watch over the generators. Well, until everything is settled for us to get the humans out of the planet."

"I'll send you assistance as well. Expect them within the day." White offered.

"Good. We have a plan. Let's get this done."

And with that, White turned off the transmission. She released a breath she didn't know she was holding. She took a few steps back before she sat back on her dead. The unknown dreading feeling she felt in her spine reached her in full force. Gripping her dress, Commander White felt like she wanted to cry. Their gods had returned. But in exchange, the lies and deceit she had pioneered would be taken out in full display.

It was a fair price, she told herself.

Punishment for her sins...in exchange for the return of humanity.

She took in a couple breaths before standing up. She had an operation to plan.

As White went ahead to organize, Anemone back on earth sighed. This was going to be the most important mission in the history of android kind. She was a soldier of a thousand battles, all fighting the machine invaders and their hidden masters. But each fight...it felt nothing to her. It was simply battle after battle with no goal in sight, no victory.

But here...there was finally a battle where there was a clear goal...and a near damning consequence if they failed. And this...she and her Resistance Cell would not fail.

''For the Glory of Mankind,'' She whispered to herself. Anemone had found such a battle-cry to be somewhat tacky, only for those shiny YoRHa androids to yell out. But at this time...she felt it was appropriate. A surge of motivation coursed through her as she turned and barked orders.

"Prepare two trucks! I want supplies laden on them! And someone, find the Twins! I need them!"

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