EIGHTY-FIVE: The Other Half of It

EIGHTY-FIVE: The Other Half of It

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Boe is all right. Boe is here on Anesidora. Boe isan empath.

The thoughts flowed through his head again as he dashed toward a wall made of the tough, rubbery material that formed all the impediments on the North of North gyms morphable obstacle course. The course was popular, and even at Aldens level, they never let more than three people use the room at the same time. So this slot had been booked days ago.

Glad I didnt skip. Bobby would have killed me.

The trainer was standing off to the side, adjusting the obstacles ahead of him slightly every time he ran it. The blocks and bars were never quite the same distance apart. The walls were never the same height. Occasionally something would be unexpectedly loose or wobbly, and hed have to change tactics. There were even sections where puddles of water could appear only to be quickly dried before his next run, though Bobby never made use of those.

Alden popped up the wall. It was narrower than it had been last time, and the second obstacle he was supposed to be scaling from herea pillarnow had a series series of vertical and diagonal ridges and crevices instead of the horizontal ones that had made the job simple enough last time.

He glanced toward her. She probably thinks Im not paying attention today.

It was true. It was only willpower that was keeping him from trying to sneakily research U-types through his interface while he did this. That and the fact that he didnt have two consciousnesses, so he was sure he would plow face first into something.

Im not sure I can climb that!

Bobby gave him a thumbs-up. She was wearing a striped yellow and black tank top and a bobble antenna headband. Even though Halloween was still officially a couple of days away, a lot of places were treating everyone to Halloweek. Including the gym.

Anesidora took a more-is-more approach to holidays. If it was celebrated anywhere on Earth and it was even moderately fun, chances were it would be honored on the island.

Give it a try! she called back. Remember your handholds.

A minute later, Alden hit the floor, which had gone soft enough that it wasnt painful. He accepted a hand up from Bumblebee Bobby. Almost! she said. We need to work more on your climbing technique. Underbars next!

When his workout was over and they had talked about how to adjust his schedule to fit around his new classes and the school gym period that was starting up next week, Alden headed to the showers. He rinsed off under a full rainfall ceiling while New Age music played, and then he dried with a heated towel that had been folded around a pouch of lavender.

This place is too expensive. And I know it. But they do make you feel good about giving them your money.

He never knew what to do with the lavender pouches. If you handed them back to a bathroom attendant, they just threw them away. Hed been keeping them all and tucking them into his sock drawer.

He needed to kill a few more hours, so he sat at the smoothie bar, drinking something that definitely had too much maple syrup in it to actually be healthy, and did his homework. To say he wasnt into it would have been an understatement. He hadnt even brought his bag with him when he raced out of the apartment, so he had to do it all through the interface instead of on his computer or tablet.

He skimmed the science reading, then he watched an episode of a show that featured two Artonan farmers arguing over the ownership of a livestock animal that looked like a jumbo mole cricket. It seemed to be part of a historical comedy series about the farmers. Their argument got more and more ridiculous as the show progressed, until by the end of it, the animal got fed up with them and left both farms behind to go live its life in the wild. Where it was almost immediately killed an eaten by a poacher lady.

Not bad, Alden decided. For me. But I wonder if the people who were struggling to describe the weather today are going to be all right?

The banter between the farmers was fast-paced and full of childish insults that probably werent frequently encountered unless you lived with a little girl who thought it was hilarious to hear an Avowed call the household appliances things like ugly butt. If you were listening without translation, like they were supposed to, wouldnt it be difficult for people who werent used to it?

Instructor Rao did make me recite a poem even though it was my first day of class. Is she a hardass or is she just phoning it in?

He put extra effort into typing up what the moral of the story was so that he could record himself reading the whole thing later and send it to Kibby.

This is what my class is watching, he would say. Since youre my first Instructor, I wanted your opinion on my work if you can spare me your valuable time.

She was going to love it.

Finally, he typed up two paragraphs for Instructor Marions class about the domestic violence/terrorist situation, feeling ill at ease with the questions it provoked. And with the fact that he lacked the passion and confidence in his own judgment that his new classmates had displayed.

Most of them were really sure that it would be no big deal for them to do the right thing, whatever they thought that was. Even the ones who had incredibly dangerous plans had a lot of conviction about them.

He grimaced down at the dregs of his smoothie and sent the homework in to Instructor Marion. Then he turned his attention to Boe.

He checked the time.

My empath friend needs at least two more hours to get his skill online so he can not be an empath. Maybe even three if Im being extra considerate.

It was so backward for an Avoweds skill to be the thing that kept them from being powerful.

What the fuck is up with that?

Alden knew a lot more about affixations now. It wasnt enough to completely unravel this mystery, but he could make better guesses than he would have been able to before he left home.

He wasnt born with the ability to read emotions. But he cant turn it off. And it doesnt wear out. It could be a passive skill thats always on like a stat point? No, it would have to be a weak effect compared to the amount of authority bound into it for that to work, I think, and it doesnt sound weak at all.

So hes been changed. Its permanent. Brain alteration? Is it a specific upgrade to Processing? Or is it more like being open to other peoples emotions is now a part of Boes self on the existential level?

Thats

He guessed how it had been done didnt matter as much as the fact that it had been. Without Boe wanting it. He would never have chosen powers like that. Yet he didnt seem particularly angry at the System or the Artonans. Alden could only ever remember there being a normal, Boe-ish amount of negativity and suspicion toward either party.

And if he had already been forced to affix prior to Aldens own affixation

There was nothing, thought Alden, staring blankly across the counter at the smoothie bars frozen yogurt machine. When I first told him Id been chosen, he didnt want me to talk about it over the phone, but that makes complete sense now. Hes unregistered himself, and hes cautious about it because he doesnt want to get deported. Thats an Earth-based problem.

And when he was encouraging me to seriously consider being unregistered and choosing a quiet classthat was an Earth-based concern, too. He didnt want me to leave Chicago.

He wasnt actually very negative on me being an Avowed at all.

Maybe its just because theres not much choice in the matter, so why drag me down. But youd think if hed been forced to have painful powers that are at odds with his personality, there would be some serious bitterness and hatred toward the System.

Alden didnt think he was so clueless that he couldnt pick up on Boes feelings at all.

I must be, though. At some pointprobably last year?he was selected and had those powers dropped on him all at once. And I didnt notice.

He tried to remember a moment when Boe might have changed. A period of particularly terrible moods, evidence of him struggling more than usual to put up with their classmates, a reluctance to spend extended periods of time with Alden

I cant think of anything. Am I unobservant? Have I been that bad of a friend?

Maybe if it had happened around the time Hannah went missing?

That could have been it. I guess the next question is how do I even be a good friend to an empath? Especially an empathic Boe?

Boe could get tangled up in other peoples emotions so badly he had to evacuate to his own personal nowhere, sookay.

Emotional control was not Aldens best quality these days. He had far more good moments than bad ones. But the bad moments could be intensely bad. Thankfully they mostly came at night, and he just dealt with them in the privacy of his room. But if Boe was sleeping next door, then obviously

If hes having a hard time and hes exhausted the authority bound into the barrier skill, what do I do? If Im in a regular level mood I can offer to Peace of Mind it. And if Im in an Intensity 99.9 mood, Ill leave.

Oh yeah, theres also

He pulled up the contract hed signed with the Velras back in February. There, attached to it whether he wanted them or not, were four wordchains that werent available anywhere he could find on the internet. There were even videos of various pairs of hands hastily performing the associated gestures in bizarre locations. Someone had filmed their fingers swirling around with a grocery stores meat cooler as the backdrop.

Yes, Grandchild Number Forty-Three, Alden imagined Aulia saying on a phone call. I have decided to gift Feathers Touch to that boy Aimi manhandled. Im sure he will love it. Perform it immediately. I dont care if youre standing in front of a shelf full of pork chops! Just do it!

One half of Feathers Touch made your skin extremely sensitive. The other half would make you numb. It was nice that both halves had upsides in addition to downsides, but Alden wasnt interested in it right now.

The only one of the four that might be helpful for dealing with emotions was

This one. Purposefulness.

It seemedto be something that would improve your focus. So maybe you could use it to control what your attention was on if you were spinning out emotionally. Like focusing on a task instead of whatever was upsetting you? The Velras had conveniently forgotten to describe the effects for him themselves, so he had to guess based on the Artonan words in the chain.

Probably they thought I would get in touch with them for more details and help learning to do them?

Alden was curious. About the chains and why some of them were even made exclusive in the first place. But it was a resistible curiosity.

This one would be good, though. Hed shift learning it higher up on his overstuffed to-do list.

Thinking about the Velras reminded him of an annoying new problem that had to be managed. Someone was running around Anesidora who could call in your chain debt prematurely. And she was willing to do it, too.

Which meant Alden now had to consider the consequences of whatever debt he was carrying hitting him unexpectedly. The blowback from the wrong chain at the wrong moment could screw you over in a big way.

It wasnt like he expected Hazel to be hiding around every corner waiting to snipe him. But usually people carried debt for quite a while. It wasnt likely Alden would run into the Chainer at any given moment, but the chances of a random meeting happening over the course of days or weeks were much higher.

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[Hey,] he texted Boe, [Im taking a little longer than I expected. Finishing up homework. Ill be back in four hours.]

Then he headed upstairs to the spa.

Hed seen it on his first tour of the facilities. Hed admired it, just like he had the rest of North of North. But hed never actually used a spa before, and he hadnt expected that to change anytime soon.

Its so fancy. He watched jellyfish drift through the aquarium wall that divided the check-in area from a lounge where Avowed in robes drank herbal tea and waited for their scheduled treatments. I wonder if I could bring Connie here or if its members only.

He thought he recognized several famous people, though they looked different in terrycloth and slippers than they did in their superhero get-ups.According to local gossip, more big names than usual should be around over the coming days, since a battle group was being called in to deal with one of the annual demon destruction events. There was much more news about it here on Anesidora than Alden had ever experienced at home, and he didnt think it was just his own personal interest in what was going on that made it feel that way. Mentions of it were everywhere.

But local interest was still mostly on who would be involved and how they would get along with each other and match powers, not in how the fight would go.

A demon would appear in the offshore facility where that always happened. A select best-of-the-best group would destroy it. Nobody else would get to see anything interesting. It had happened so many times before that it wasnt worth worrying about.

Alden did learn that the battle group spent several weeks away from their other jobs, preparing. It was something he probably should have known just because it made logical sense that you couldnt have a mass of disparate powers clashing. But news about the demon allotment had always been such an after-the-fact blip before now that it had felt like something that lasted only a single day.

Do the Artonans even need us to kill a random demon for them or is it some training thing that the Avowed-should-be-saviors faction insists on?

If giant, powerful demons were anything like the grasshoppers then they didnt seem like something that would be particularly shippable. He understood very little about teleportation or the Systems abilities, but he couldnt imagine that dropping a chaos monster on a specific location was anything but hell on magical resources.

A man in one of the spa employee uniforms stepped around the aquarium and took a position behind the check-in desk. A special notification below his name tag on Aldens interface told him that the guy was non-Avowed. It wasnt really necessary information in his opinion. It wasnt like superhumans went around greeting each other by swinging magic swords or exchanging deadly blows.

Maybe its more to explain why he has to use tech for everything, so that people dont think hes being rude.

That did seem likely after Alden talked to him. He read his smart watch for the translation, and nodded.

A few minutes later, Alden had his own personal relaxation room. There was a heated lounge chair. Three walls were screens that would display different landscapes if he wanted, and the fourth looked out over the meditation garden. There was a sound therapy playlist and a mini fridge full of drinks that looked like liquefied salads.

Seems interesting. I dont expect to enjoy it much.

He settled into the lounge chair, took a breath, and said the sacrifice half of Peace of Mind.

Yeah, yeah, I know, he thought at the gremlin. Im a good boy. Paying my debts right away.

Alden suspected the next three hours were going to suck, no matter how great it was to be able to pay off the debt in private, in a spa.

The thing about the bad half of Peace of Mind was that it hit above its weight. The calming half of the wordchain just settled over you and took the sharp edges away, so he was sure that its counterpart only sharpened all those same edges by an equal amount. On its end of things.

But the human brain was primed to fixate on danger and negativity, so that youd be inspired to pay extra attention to anything that could hurt you.

In practice, it meant that one wrong, slightly too magnified bad thought could spiral into something that had less to do with the magic of the wordchain than it did with your mind and body overreacting to it. Alden had taken advantage of that to fan his own fear when he was running with Kibby.

Now, though, there were no advantages to be hadonly his own heart rate elevating for no real reason and a sick feeling of dread making his stomach clench. He decided to combat it by watching Kibbys latest batch of videos. He pulled up his current favorite.

It was full of evidence that the Quaternarys team of wizards and Avowed were spoiling her. He tried to focus on every detail, to notice things he hadnt the last time he watched it.

Hello, Alden! Kibby said, a smile brightening her whole face. This video is about scarlet ryeh-bt females and Stu-arth, who is the son of the Primary and the nephew of the Quaternary, and how he named one after you. I have been thinking about whether that was funny-mean of him or not.

She looks so relaxed.

Alden had hardly ever seen Kibby look relaxed unless she was actually asleep. It was beautiful.

She was in the travel domes medical area, which had been turned into her room. And it was such a wonderful childs room. She had stuffed alien critters on her bed. Except for the size, they were all anatomically detailed and realistic. Either Artonans didnt go for cartoonish stuffies, or Kibby herself didnt. The toys she and her sister had played with at the lab had been similar.

In one corner, a brand new learning cushion, a short desk, and a vase full of promise sticks made a small classroom for her. There was a projection on the wall that scrolled through pictures shed chosen. Half of them were still-frames from Aldens video messages to her. There were a lot of close-ups of Kraaa and Rrorro, and several pictures of clouds flashing with green light. They looked innocent until you realized that they were images captured from space of the lab blowing up.

She definitely has shots of the crater she made somewhere, and shes just saving them because she hopes Ill ask to see her work.

First let me show you my hair, said Kibby, angling her head and her tablet. Rrorro is learning braiding, but I dont like it as much as yours.

That is just pure favoritism for me, thought Alden. Hed learned to do the French braid for her when he realized that having her hair done made her happier. But Rrorro must have been an overachiever in all things, because the healer had gone for some advanced level basketweaving with ribbons.

I could do that now that Ive had more auriad practice. I can totally beat Rrorro. Her species doesnt even have hair.

Kibby popped back upright.

Scarlet ryeh-bts are known for their merry natures, their large sizes, and their athleticism, she said in an instructive tone. So maybe the son of the Primary was not being as rude as I thought at first when you told me he had tried to replace your presence in the universe with an animal.

She paused. It would be better if he were not being rude. It would be unfortunate for the son of the Primary and the nephew of the Quaternary to be a rude and thoughtless person.

My next video is clearly going to need to be in defense of Stuart. She is so judgey. I think I should have explained that Other Alden is awesome instead of just mentioning her in passing.

You are merry, large, and athletic

Merry? Alden shook his head.

And your coat was red. Perhaps Stu-arth was being funny-mean by naming such a ryeh-bt after you. As friends do. So it may be all right for you to talk to him socially.

Im sorry, Alden said quickly. He let go of the flipper buttons, and the pinball game ended with depressed digital moan. Please forget I said that. Now that Ive done it, it sounds wrong. Its like asking any other person if they secretly hurt people just because they can.

It is like that.

I know. Shit. Boe, I didnt mean to

But its not exactly the same. You wouldnt have asked if I was any other person. You dont go around asking every Sway on the island if theyve stuck their fingers in your brain, do you? He sighed. Im your best friend. AndI kept information from you. About something major. Its fine. No, Ive never magically screwed with your emotions on purpose. There have been mishaps, when my own mood was so out of control that I activated part of the skill without thinking about it. But I always reined it back in as soon as I realized.

Thats understandable, Alden said quietly. Im sorry for asking.

Its fine.

I feel bad.

Boes smile twisted. Dont feel too bad. Im definitely not a saint. I actuallyI ought to tell you something, and the System doesnt want me to.

Dont piss it off for my sake.

Its pretty important.

Is me not knowing going to kill either one of us?

No. Boe frowned at him. ButAlden, thats an extreme tolerance level for someone elses secrets negatively affecting you. Too extreme.

Fine. Is me not knowing going to seriously hurt anyone?

I dont think so. The thing I want to tell you about already happened. Its done.

Alden considered that. Then he considered Boe. His friend didnt have a lot of tells, but there was a tightness around his eyes. You did something you feel guilty about. Or something bad happened to you. Or you know something about the System, powers, or me that I dont. And you think not telling me about it now, after everything thats happened and after coming clean about other things, might be likea betrayal?

When Boe didnt answer, Alden asked, Am I close?

Boe licked melted yogurt off of his thumb. Yeah. You covered it with that, he said in a tone of forced casualness.

kay. Then dont worry about it. Do what you need to do to keep the System happy.

Ill bother it until it gives me a way to tell you.

Alden squinted at him. Isnt that the opposite of what I just said?

Not exactly. Hey, dont roll your eyes at me! Im trying to think of ways to get a magical entity to let me open myself up to someone even more. Do you know how not me that is? Ever since I jumped out of catspace this afternoon, the worlds been nuts. Im in the wrong hemisphere. Youre alive. I spent the afternoon surrounded by teenagers who are even more emotionally haywire than normal teenagers, and thats saying something.

You could feel the neighbors?

Thats what you focus on?

That and catspace.

Boe rolled his own eyes. My range is good. Even when Im not actively trying. I can pick up about two apartments worth of people in every direction. Fortunately most of them were gone for the day until just a couple of hours ago, so I didnt have to endure the madness for long.

That bad?

theres a lot of longing going on around here.

Longing?

I think its a mix of lust and homesickness. Its an uncomfortable combo. And theres so much of both.

Alden held laughter back with an iron grip.

You think its funny? Boe said dryly.

Dont read me.

Im reading your face.

Dont read my face. Alden smiled. Anyway, about the secret. Dont worry so much. If you cant say something because of magic bullshit, you cant say it. For example

Just whip off your shirt in the middle of a conversation why dont yoholy shit! Youre tatted now?!

Alden dropped the shirt on top of the pinball machine.

Its so depressing that everyone is going to notice that before anything else. I dont think Ive turned vain exactly, but do you know what I had to go through to get my body fat redistributed by a god-tier healer? Do you know how much gym time Im getting?

Did it hurt? Boe was leaning in to examine the contract tattoo.

Alden lifted his arm to show off the triangle of absolute secrecy better. No. Its basically painted on. The Artonans like to get high as kites when they do it, too. I skipped that part.

I cant picture Instructor Pa-weeq high. Shes so straitlaced.

She could be a completely different person outside of class. She probably gets drunk at parties on the weekends and deliberately throws food on the floor.

Whats the contract for? Boe asked.

I cant tell you.

Oh. I see. Thats the point youre making about magic bullshit. He tilted his head. After catching up on all your messages, Ive got the gist of what happened to you on Moon Thegund. It sounds like it was...did you have to agree to go to that place? Did someone make you do a side quest?

No. I chose to do it, said Alden.

What was the assignment?

Berry picking.

Berry picking?

Its very Rabbit, right? Marleck berries grow there. Or they used to. I assume theyre just as dead or mutated as all the other plants now.

There was a pause before Boe spoke again.

Did you know it was going to be dangerous?

The danger might have been understated, but...yes. I knew it wasnt the safest thing to do.

Boe's lips thinned to a line. Was it worth it?

The berries?

I know were not talking about berries! he snapped. Were talking about you volunteering to throw yourself at the first random heroic-sounding thing you found! Without caring about whether you were ready for it. Without caring what might happen to you! Or what that would do to the people who were waiting for you to come back home. Like a jackass!

I knew youd be mad. The edge of the pinball machine was cold against Aldens back. It was worth it.

Because of the little girl? The one youd do it again for?

He nodded.

Boe looked away from him. After several seconds, he said quietly, Im not saying it wasnt worth it to you in the end. Im saying in the beginning, when you first made the choice to do itwhen you decided to go to what was clearly a dangerous place, probably without even knowing for sure if you were helping good people or alien serial killerswhy didnt you place a little more value on your ownlife?

I did get paid well.

Boes head jerked around. If I thought youd actually done it for money, I would be so furious with you, Alden.

The pay was nice. But you're right. It was mostly me throwing myself at the first random heroic-sounding thing I found.

He was surprised at the sarcasm in his own voice. He hadnt meant for it to be there.

Boe frowned. It was more of a concerned frown, though. He was opening his mouthprobably to apologize since he seemed to be in an unusually apologetic mood todaywhen Alden said, Its kind of a relief that you think I was a jackass. For doing that.

Im using jackass extremely liberally, so dont think I

Im afraid I wouldnt do it again, Alden said. That I don't even want to. For strangers. I already told you, right? In the message. The idea of doing something like that scares me now. It sounds horrifyingIm going to Celena North to get stronger. So that things cant hurt me anymore. Perfect attitude for a future superhero, right?

He tried to smile to lighten things up. But it felt wrong.

Boe stared at him for a long time. Youreare you worried that feeling that way makes you a bad person?

I miss who I was.

Maybe that was at the very heart of it. Maybe it was the thing he couldnt get over. He had been coming to recognize it over the past weeks, but there was nobody to tell. No reason to ever let the words out.

Now, in the wake of the afternoon hed just had, he found he couldnt hold them back.

I wasnt done, Boe, he said. That day when I got summoned from the consulate, I wasnt ready to stop being the one who shook his head every time you talked Jeremy into a stupid bet. I wasnt finished riding the L. I was excited to be chosen, and I thought I knew what I wanted, but there wasnt time for me to calm down and process any of it. I didnt get to say goodbye to anything. Not Aunt Connie. Not you. Not myself.

His eyes burned.

Of fucking course Im going to do this now. Im still messed up. I should have stayed at the spa.

His voice was thick, but his mouth kept moving.

I didnt know I was about to lose it all. My home, the people who loved me, the dreams I had about who I was going to becomethat was the last time I ever got to have those things all together and so simply. And so that was the last time I was ever going to be that AldenI wasnt done. But I cant have it back, can I?

Snot was building up in his nose.

Why did even the pre-tears stage of crying have to involve so much moisture?

Alden

Im fine. I am. But I wanted to come back home to me. Only it turns out that Im not here anymore. And sometimes its okay with me that its all changed. It really is. Eveneven though I probably look wretched right now, Im so happy just to be alive. There are some great things in my life that I didnt have before.

KibbyIm going to make you watch all of her videos. Jeremy did it so you have to. And I can do magic now. Not Avowed magic. Real wizard magic. I can learn all kinds of spells. Nobody knows, and itll be a huge mess if they do, so dont tell. But its cool. I think maybe I love it.

He missed the startled expression on Boes face while he was wiping his eyes.

But even with all the amazing new things, I cant believe its over. My old life being gone doesnt make sense to me. I promise I knew better. Im not stupid. But I think I still wanted everything to be the same here when I got home. Just for a little while. Just so I could let it go instead of having it torn away.

Orange cloth was thrust toward his face, and he blinked down at the shirt hed just taken off.

He took it from Boe and scrubbed at his eyes with it. Thanks, he said into the fabric. Sorry.

You shouldnt be, Boe said quietly.

Am I fucking with your empathy?

No, I cant feel anything through the shield. Then, he added in a very awkward voice, Uhdo youif you want me to drop the barrier, I could?

Alden let out a choked laugh and lowered the shirt to look at him. God. No. Why would you do that?

Boe shrugged and pushed up his glasses. Ive never been openly an empath before. Maybe offering when youre upset is likethe polite thing for me to do?

You dont want in on my feelings right now. Trust me.

We could cry together in a manly fashion. It would be a bonding experience.

Thats one hell of a bond.

Hey, I told you I was taking my best friend position back from Jeremy.

Alden blew his nose.

I know you feel like crap right now, Boe said. On multiple levels. But, AldenI dont think you have to worry so much about having lost yourself. You've lost a lot. Some of the things you thought about yourself maybe. You cant get it all back, but at the risk of sounding even creepier than I actually am

Youre not creepy.

I know you very well. When you came into the apartment earlier, and you were talking to the cat, I was feeling everything you were feeling. Do you remember what the first thing out of my mouth was?

Alden thought back. No. Im pretty sure it was lost in my shock at the fact that it was coming out of your mouth. Right here. Where youre not supposed to be.

It was, Youre still the same as always, arent you? said Boe. I remember because it wasnt something I was just saying. Its something I felt during that whole conversation earlier. I know how you think about things. And I know how you feel about them, which is even purer in a waythough that might just be me trying to convince myself Im superior to actual Sways. Youre not as different as youre afraid of being. You dont feel like a stranger to me.

No?

You feel like you, Alden. Youre just a little older. We both are. And weve had a really horrible year.

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