I don’t think about it anymore. My past was someone else’s dream. I was a corporate manager with a short secretary. On that floor, I had an army of secretaries. I wasn’t even sure why I needed them. The head secretary was their ring leader; she was my personal favorite. Sometimes we called her the “Warden” because she kept everyone in line. She bounded around the office with a gleeful apathy. I had never seen someone so tuned to her own daydreaming world and still retained ignorance of the gossipy interactions. As I watched her talking to others, she responded with mild attentiveness, nodding her head occasionally while her eyes wandered across the room. Her mind was focused somewhere else while everyone tried to lure her into their web of rumors and lies about each other. She could have cared less.
She wasn’t the only one.
I was skinny then. My salamander DNA was very evident, in my leathery patches of skin and my thin long tongue. Not the bulky shadow of a strong man that I am now. I didn’t try to hide my tongue, lapping up my words as I spoke. Its tickle on my lips gave me a queer satisfaction. Since then, my tongue had fattened and shortened from the many hours of drinking; the alcohol burned it down. I was more fortunate than most Breeds; my mixed animal DNA wasn’t as evident as others. In the right light, I could be mistaken for an Elitist Human, pure blood.
Everyday, I hunkered inside my padded foam walls of my cubicle isolating me from the next manager over. Our four desks were a square in the corner of the Mulciber floor, separated by the checkerboard of generic worker populace. Everyone typed, printed and scrolled through computers. We analyzed data and printed out graphs and facts, an encrypted code of collected numbers. It was a rhythmic machine of inventories and double checks. Workers would argue about their numbers, fuss over their inability to correspond with each other. A coherent person would wonder what they were truly fighting about; they were just numbers. There was something else festering inside their minds, an anxiety, a strangled anger, an internalized emotion that needed to be sprung from captivity.
My office was cleaner than my apartment. It had a nicer smell. The tables were clean. Even my lunch looked better under the bright florescent lights. I ate the same thing everyday. Worked at the same desk. Pushed the same numbers. Made the same managerial decisions. It was very comfortable. It was very easy.
I dreaded going home. The apartment was infested with rats and roaches. They were so large, someone could tie a leash around their necks and walk them around like pets. The floors were warped. The back half of my apartment dropped in the corner where I piled my dirty laundry. My dog slept on top of it.
I got no joy from my home. I barely heeded my dog and to be honest, I cannot remember its name. I am not even sure what happened to it. I can’t remember its sex. I got the mutt out of the expectancy to have an animal if you did not have a girlfriend or wife. I can’t even remember if I fed it on a regular basis but if I robotically went to work, sacked my lunch and returned home, I supposed that I must have. It never ran away. Of course, it could have been comfortable with sluggish apathy like most people, just hung around because it was too hard to look for anything else. Although, it could have been scared of the outside world. I wouldn’t blame it.
Like most of Earth, the prattle and rattle of gunfire and violence could be heard outside the walls. It became the common background noise of the world, like the long branches that scraped against the windows. I can’t say that I purposefully ignored it because it was common place, something that we all accepted in our daily lives. “If I left it alone, it left me alone.” I didn’t think the phrase but I lived it.
I was a drone like all “good” Breeds in the workforce. There was nothing else available to me. I had been labeled and processed. When I malfunctioned, I would be locked away into a closet and forgotten, like the lower floors. I had walked into the lower floors once. It was sad. The walls were coated with cubicles stacked with elderly men and women scratching their heads at menial chores. Anyone who was not completely worthless was trapped in the lower floors. There were beds in the center of the room so they could nap in the middle of the day. Each of them had a chest at the foot of their beds, filled with medicines and spare clothes in case there was an accident. I never wanted to return to that place. I had never understood why I feared the lower floors until now; I feared it because it represented a dreary future. No one wanted to go down there so we sent my secretary down there if there ever was a need.
We were imprisoned; our sentences were life. We didn’t know how it happened. It just happened and there we were. We followed the course of money and the corporation whittled us down with trivialities. We slaved away at the Elite’s chores, good little Breeds pulling and pushing to our duties, waiting to break our leg and be shot in the pasture.
I had not thought about it until now, but we were a mixture of Breeds. I can’t count all of the variations on my fingers but there was zebra, bear, rat, snake, bison, some bird (but don’t ask me to recognize the different types), leopard, eel, whale and mink. We even had a Pymy Tarsier. He was easy to remember because he gloated about his uniqueness to everyone on the floor and the upper ones. He had big round eyes that the women (and some men) thought were adorable. His fingers were small and pink, and he was coated with a short and soft fur around his arms and legs. People liked to pet him. They said his fur was soothing. I think they were just looking for an excuse to feel him up.
Our judge, our supervisor, our Elitist nitpicker was Vice President Smith. He was a generic human, brown hair and eyes, the typical nose and face of a business bureaucrat. We called him the Elitist Pig. He didn’t care. In fact, he smiled when we called him that to his face. He seemed to glow with pride at the announcement of his title. He didn’t care if there was malevolence behind the name. He had accepted it as his own and basked in the power that it gave him.
We were his drones. We were good little drones.
My first awakening was subtle. I had drifted into my thoughts, blindly staring into my computer screen. The alphanumeric code W840KUP kept repeating on the screen. I was writing a report on W840KUP and I had to write W840KUP repeatedly. I was staring at this block of code for hours when I overheard an employee saying it out loud. Robotically, my head turned to him and watched his lips pronounce the code repeatedly. I never noticed that I was staring at him while I pondered the many reports that I had written. I could not remember the details of my life, just one long blur in the background like I was trapped in an algorithmic loop.
Escape. It was a word that flashed through my mind. Suddenly my stomach was churning; my body felt like it was going to be leap out of my skin but I did my best to remain seated and giving off the appearance of calm. Within the caverns of my extracted soul, I knew that I needed to get out of there. But I couldn’t put it into words that I understood at the time.
“Can I help you?”
I thought about the millions of codes and letters. I tried to remember the last time that I felt joy, or even a smidgeon of pride. I was battling away my feelings so that I could be a numb drone to the world. It made me more pliable, able to be shaped and pulled and stretched for whatever purpose.
“Can I help you?” the employee asked.
I had been staring at him. I stood up, looked at him for a second and then walked away. I walked around my floor several times, circling around in methodically designed squares. Then I moved up a floor and did the same thing. My legs were getting sore but I ignored them. There was no method to my madness; I just needed to move. I needed to go somewhere. My motivation was a nagging voice tucked deeply into my subconscious.
I moved through three more floors until I decided to investigate W840KUP. I had computed and returned so much data that I had no inclination as to what any of it really meant. They were random numbers that I processed and pushed through ignorant folder sleeves. Suddenly, I wanted a meaning to my work, a feeling that I was achieving something of importance.
I had to backtrack through my brain and unscramble and translate the various codes and acronyms to locate the source. It didn’t take too long. I found the source of the numbers on the floor below mine.
Lines of employees assembled small devices, the size of a pill. They had to use small tweezers and soldering guns, and look through magnifying lenses. Each pill was carefully manufactured and then sent down a long tube where the final piece was added. It was a small room with steel doors and several consecutive bulletproof windows. On one side of the room was a smear of blood, being wiped clean by a shaking janitor. Engineers worked on each pill individually, while wearing armored suits. The suits were so clunky it was comical to see them move around.
The overly protective environment and the blood suggested something lethal about the device. The thoughts hadn’t completely wrapped around my noggin; my comprehension was fighting away denial and complacency, a desire to avoid upsetting my safe, monotonous and apathetic routine. I was still clinging to the idea that W840KUP was a small pill and wasn’t some rudimentary alphanumeric swimming around in a sea of algorithms.
“Do you know what they are doing?” The employee was dressed the same as I, a bland gray suit with red and blue striped tie. We were a perfect pair except that he had the unmistakable DNA from a tortoise.
I jumped with a start. (Nowadays, I do not frighten so easily but back then I was as bouncy as a rabbit sniffing and quivering at the slightest noise.) “W840KUP,” I responded with an innocent and naïve tone to my voice.
He snorted a chuckle in response to me and then nodded towards the engineers. “They are called Suicide Drops.”
“What do they do?” We both stared through the window, watching the engineers as they carefully added some grayish material into the pill with an eyedropper.
“They can be dropped into a glass of water, slipped into a meal, added into the lining of your coat, inserted into your body as part of a employee contract, or placed into any pertinent hardware. Can be triggered with a specific radio frequency. You know, like your garage opener.” He snickered again. It was obvious that he was troubled by the device but was laughing to cover up his discomfort.
“For what reason?”
He turned to me, expanded his hands from his head and said, “Boom!” As he walked away, he laughed maniacally.
I was suddenly terrified. I had been part of a corrupt and cruel machine. Mulciber Emporium was an arms dealer, making guns and weapons of all sorts to help continue the infestation of violence throughout the world, but the realization of their machine of death had never taken a seat into my brain. It was just a job, I tried to convince myself. I had thought nothing of any of it. I had just calmly slid into their hands and accepted my fate.
I was feeding the hungry mouths of the greedy Elites so they could find new ways for Breeds to kill each other at the expense of the Elite’s fat asses. They guised their lusts by feeding the fear of death towards the many. A false perception that we were safe inside the protective walls of their corporation. I was feeding a machine of terror.
I headed back towards the stairs while passing by the small office in the back of the assembly room. I saw my tortoise counterpart typing away at the keys on his computer. He gave a half-hearted wave goodbye while grimacing with his mouth but his eyes complimented with sadness. The realization of that machine had not been lost to my tortoise friend. I began feeling sympathy for him. It was a strange pain, a very subtle pricking of needles through my heart.
I walked to my floor but I didn’t return to my desk. I watched the hundreds of employees tucked away inside their cubicles, working furiously at the piles of data. I had been gone for hours but no one seemed to have noticed. Their mediocre lives were too important to notice a singular soul missing from a pond of apathy. I watched for an hour before my short secretary waddled up.
“Watchya thinkin’ Bubbles?”
It was a peculiar nickname but I accepted it. I was not sure at the time how it started but then I decided to think about it. “Why do you call me that?”
She giggled. “We started calling you that the very first day you came. You were so full of excitement about the job that you seemed so bubbly when people were talking to you. Obviously that changed over time.” She tilted her head and then added, “How do you think you got promoted?” She chomped her gum with some extra smacking and then skipped away with a shrug.
I had never thought about it. I had started as a normal employee, working diligently like everyone else until I was promoted. But the methods of my mediocre drone lifestyle continued, just in another box. Apparently, I was so ecstatic about getting the promotion at the time that I blocked it from memory. I mean that sarcastically. The entire floor shared their enthusiasm about my promotion. I must have cycled through every secretary on the floor. I became very popular in a short time. The honeymoon was over after three months and the secretaries stopped squeezing my tushy. I settled quickly into my new responsibilities, which were very similar to the old ones, accept the secretaries.
I had never thought about those days in a long time; they blurred across my memories as if the mediocrity drifted across them like a fog. I was pulling out of that fog, but I hadn’t realized it yet.
I walked across the room, finally noticing the bland gray and beige walls. The carpet crumpled under my feet like artificial turf. I stopped in the center of the room and pounded my foot into the floor. The workers stared but I ignored them. The floor was concrete; there was no padding between the carpet turf and the concrete floor.
With a shrug, I continued walking, finally taking notice of the many 8x11 pictures on the walls. They looked like kids’ drawing, crayon drawn smiling faces and sunny afternoons on the beach of a crystal blue ocean. I was not an art critic but I was sure that the drawings weren’t representations from any “real” artist. I counted one hundred and twenty-three kid drawings and two family portraits. One portrait was of the Elitist Pig and his wife. The other was his family of three happy kids and brooding wife. They were smiling very happily against the backdrop of their beautiful home, guarded by an enormous wall and watchtowers filled with armed guards. I knew that the Human Elites isolated themselves from the rest of the populace. They had the money to hire the best protection and finest goods. The pleasant background was nothing like the horrifying truth that the Breeds had to face on a daily basis.
by Jax E Garson: copyright 2013
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http://www.amazon.com/Robin-Luddites-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00C81ANSS/
Or start from the beginning and buy the trilogy:
Amongst the Shadows
After the Earth was ravaged by wars, the governments collapsed and the corporations thrived. Humanity evolved with animals, converging human and animal DNA together making the breeds. Robin Luddites become crime bosses that hire contracts to balance out the corrupt corporations.
In a world where everyone is either a criminal or a victim.
Darius Jones returns to Dallas to investigate the deaths of his brothers. After Darius' supposed death; hiding for over ten years, he has to navigate through corporate corruption to find the killers. He assembles an unlikely crew to achieve his goals and runs into trouble every step he takes. The mystery reveals secrets to his own past that brought him to his current fate.
Gus Sips is a naive Loader, looking for someone to hire him for criminal jobs.
Wimpy is an old-school grunt; an arrogant mercenary who lives and breaths the chaotic gun-toting, blood soaked streets of the dying cities.
Dr. Steiner is a quirky Tech Farmer, with little business and poorly run staff.
Magis Dern is a loud mouthed tool with little ambition but varied experience.
Tu Fasse is a slick, clever woman; an escort on the side and a ruthless contract during the day.
With this team of misfits, it seems doubtful that Darius will come out of it alive but he has to try... because Gerrick was family.
This contains adult material, sex, violence, language and adult situations.
Barnes and Noble (nook):
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/amongst-the-shadows-jax-e-garson/1110598551?ean=2940014469302
Kindle:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004TXOA1E
Available in print: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1477547428
Under the Graves
In a world ravaged by wars and lacking government authority, the future is a high-tech and dangerous world; criminals and innocent bystanders co-mingle. Robin Luddites become crime bosses that navigate through the corruption to restore balance against the corporations. Humans have evolved with animal attributes in order to survive the radioactive, toxic environment.
New Orleans is a Venice of water and radioactive sludge, but the inhabitants of the drowning city survive with defiant determination. Detective Graves is a folk hero to the people, a Robin Luddite who contracts jobs to dismantle the corporate powers from wielding too much power over the Breeds. His latest contract has Darius Jones secretly guarding a musician named Rose. Slowly, Darius is enchanted by her music. The contract becomes an excuse to watch her.
But something else has Darius Jones vexed; a murdered prostitute and her john proves there is something strange about the relationship between Deotronics and Gratia San Antonia. Although a retired Robin Luddite, Darius Jones begins investigating the power fluctuations from these giant corporations. He assembles a team to discover the answers to these mysteries and calls in the experienced skills of his sister and Gus Sips from Miama to assist infiltrating the elusive Deotronics.
Soon, the mystery leads back to his unrequited love interest, Rose. Her innocence proves more than naïve for the seasoned Robin Luddite. He interferes with the Breeds’ free power and annoys their folk hero. Darius stands alone in an ugly world but he is compelled to chase his ghosts that haunt him.
Contains adult situations, language and violence. Mystery thriller, Science Fiction
Barnes and Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/under-the-graves-jax-e-garson/1110598555?ean=2940014469364
Kindle version:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004VWXRK8
On paperback: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1477547630
A Cursed Life
In a world where everyone is either a criminal or a victim.
Earth was ravaged by wars, chemicals and radiation. A green sludge borders every city, town and population. Governments have fallen but corporations thrived. The poor are subject to the greed of the few Elites.
The final chapter in the Robin Luddites Trilogy, Darius Jones struggles with the demons of his past and present while his friends around him are suffering. For the Jones family, it is not a good week.
A child is kidnapped, Gus is arrested and tortured; Rose is enslaved by her contract. The Jones family struggles through a dangerous world. They are hunted, captured and attacked by many enemies. Some enemies they never knew they had.
Sonya rushes to save her friend from Dallas who is suffering under LORD experiments. On the way to his rescue she is captured in Casino Town. She has to find a way to rescue herself and her brother before it is too late for them all.
Darius Jones and Wimpy leave New Orleans to search for the kidnapped child and rescue Rose from a Robin Luddite. On the way to save Rose, Darius discusses his hopes with a unique Breed, a creature that sees more than the simple horizon of horrors, a brighter future that eludes Darius.
The Jones family come to Dallas to face the enemies that have attempted to obstruct their return. They must face old and new challenges in order to save their friends. Darius must find a way to protect the boy and win Rose’s affection while trying to evade the contracts issued on their heads. He faces the LORDs who had conspired to kill his brothers and now are torturing his friend Gus. The last time he was in Dallas, he had paved the road for corruption to filter in, and his brother Humvey is in the center of it all.
Tracking them, Detective Graves stalks them so he can try to prevent Darius from saving the child. A future is hidden in the child’s DNA that the cruel Graves does not want revealed, or harnessed.
Contains adult situations, language, violence and sexual content.
Barnes and Noble (Nook):
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-cursed-life-jax-e-garson/1110599024?ean=2940014469524
Amazon.com (Kindle):
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GDU3VA
Available in print: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1477547673
Robin Luddites short stories
Enter the cruel and evil world of Robin Luddites where everyone is either a criminal or a victim. Follow three stories of Wimpy, Sonya, and Pesto and Phisher; based on the characters from the Robin Luddites Trilogy.
Some illustrations included.
The Sin of Mediocrity: Learn the secrets of Wimpy’s past and follow him on the beginning changes in his life that propelled him to work for Robin Luddites. He was a lowly worker, stuck within the grind of the business machine. Something wakes him from his complacency, he discovers the evil things that his business is creating and then finds himself tracking a criminal throughout the building.
The Gospel of Food and Medicine: Discover how Phisher and Pesto met. Pesto’s cooks are being killed and Phisher knows why. They must follow the clues in Dallas to find the reason for their murders. It will lead them to the cat Breeds and a horrifying secret.
Horses Do Not Lay Eggs: Follow Sonya as she navigates through the underwater city of New York to rescue an indebted Loader. The loader is in trouble with the gangs and she has to fight her way to free him. The only weapons at her disposal is a sword and her wits. But there is something more sinister that waits for them all.
Contains adult situations, language, violence and sexual content.
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/robin-luddites-trilogy-jax-e-garson/1115049705?ean=2940016777344
Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-Luddites-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00C81ANSS/
Or start from the beginning and buy the trilogy:
Amongst the Shadows
After the Earth was ravaged by wars, the governments collapsed and the corporations thrived. Humanity evolved with animals, converging human and animal DNA together making the breeds. Robin Luddites become crime bosses that hire contracts to balance out the corrupt corporations.
In a world where everyone is either a criminal or a victim.
Darius Jones returns to Dallas to investigate the deaths of his brothers. After Darius' supposed death; hiding for over ten years, he has to navigate through corporate corruption to find the killers. He assembles an unlikely crew to achieve his goals and runs into trouble every step he takes. The mystery reveals secrets to his own past that brought him to his current fate.
Gus Sips is a naive Loader, looking for someone to hire him for criminal jobs.
Wimpy is an old-school grunt; an arrogant mercenary who lives and breaths the chaotic gun-toting, blood soaked streets of the dying cities.
Dr. Steiner is a quirky Tech Farmer, with little business and poorly run staff.
Magis Dern is a loud mouthed tool with little ambition but varied experience.
Tu Fasse is a slick, clever woman; an escort on the side and a ruthless contract during the day.
With this team of misfits, it seems doubtful that Darius will come out of it alive but he has to try... because Gerrick was family.
This contains adult material, sex, violence, language and adult situations.
Barnes and Noble (nook):
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/amongst-the-shadows-jax-e-garson/1110598551?ean=2940014469302
Kindle:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004TXOA1E
Available in print: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1477547428
Under the Graves
In a world ravaged by wars and lacking government authority, the future is a high-tech and dangerous world; criminals and innocent bystanders co-mingle. Robin Luddites become crime bosses that navigate through the corruption to restore balance against the corporations. Humans have evolved with animal attributes in order to survive the radioactive, toxic environment.
New Orleans is a Venice of water and radioactive sludge, but the inhabitants of the drowning city survive with defiant determination. Detective Graves is a folk hero to the people, a Robin Luddite who contracts jobs to dismantle the corporate powers from wielding too much power over the Breeds. His latest contract has Darius Jones secretly guarding a musician named Rose. Slowly, Darius is enchanted by her music. The contract becomes an excuse to watch her.
But something else has Darius Jones vexed; a murdered prostitute and her john proves there is something strange about the relationship between Deotronics and Gratia San Antonia. Although a retired Robin Luddite, Darius Jones begins investigating the power fluctuations from these giant corporations. He assembles a team to discover the answers to these mysteries and calls in the experienced skills of his sister and Gus Sips from Miama to assist infiltrating the elusive Deotronics.
Soon, the mystery leads back to his unrequited love interest, Rose. Her innocence proves more than naïve for the seasoned Robin Luddite. He interferes with the Breeds’ free power and annoys their folk hero. Darius stands alone in an ugly world but he is compelled to chase his ghosts that haunt him.
Contains adult situations, language and violence. Mystery thriller, Science Fiction
Barnes and Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/under-the-graves-jax-e-garson/1110598555?ean=2940014469364
Kindle version:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004VWXRK8
On paperback: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1477547630
A Cursed Life
In a world where everyone is either a criminal or a victim.
Earth was ravaged by wars, chemicals and radiation. A green sludge borders every city, town and population. Governments have fallen but corporations thrived. The poor are subject to the greed of the few Elites.
The final chapter in the Robin Luddites Trilogy, Darius Jones struggles with the demons of his past and present while his friends around him are suffering. For the Jones family, it is not a good week.
A child is kidnapped, Gus is arrested and tortured; Rose is enslaved by her contract. The Jones family struggles through a dangerous world. They are hunted, captured and attacked by many enemies. Some enemies they never knew they had.
Sonya rushes to save her friend from Dallas who is suffering under LORD experiments. On the way to his rescue she is captured in Casino Town. She has to find a way to rescue herself and her brother before it is too late for them all.
Darius Jones and Wimpy leave New Orleans to search for the kidnapped child and rescue Rose from a Robin Luddite. On the way to save Rose, Darius discusses his hopes with a unique Breed, a creature that sees more than the simple horizon of horrors, a brighter future that eludes Darius.
The Jones family come to Dallas to face the enemies that have attempted to obstruct their return. They must face old and new challenges in order to save their friends. Darius must find a way to protect the boy and win Rose’s affection while trying to evade the contracts issued on their heads. He faces the LORDs who had conspired to kill his brothers and now are torturing his friend Gus. The last time he was in Dallas, he had paved the road for corruption to filter in, and his brother Humvey is in the center of it all.
Tracking them, Detective Graves stalks them so he can try to prevent Darius from saving the child. A future is hidden in the child’s DNA that the cruel Graves does not want revealed, or harnessed.
Contains adult situations, language, violence and sexual content.
Barnes and Noble (Nook):
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-cursed-life-jax-e-garson/1110599024?ean=2940014469524
Amazon.com (Kindle):
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GDU3VA
Available in print: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1477547673
Robin Luddites short stories
Enter the cruel and evil world of Robin Luddites where everyone is either a criminal or a victim. Follow three stories of Wimpy, Sonya, and Pesto and Phisher; based on the characters from the Robin Luddites Trilogy.
Some illustrations included.
The Sin of Mediocrity: Learn the secrets of Wimpy’s past and follow him on the beginning changes in his life that propelled him to work for Robin Luddites. He was a lowly worker, stuck within the grind of the business machine. Something wakes him from his complacency, he discovers the evil things that his business is creating and then finds himself tracking a criminal throughout the building.
The Gospel of Food and Medicine: Discover how Phisher and Pesto met. Pesto’s cooks are being killed and Phisher knows why. They must follow the clues in Dallas to find the reason for their murders. It will lead them to the cat Breeds and a horrifying secret.
Horses Do Not Lay Eggs: Follow Sonya as she navigates through the underwater city of New York to rescue an indebted Loader. The loader is in trouble with the gangs and she has to fight her way to free him. The only weapons at her disposal is a sword and her wits. But there is something more sinister that waits for them all.
Contains adult situations, language, violence and sexual content.
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/robin-luddites-trilogy-jax-e-garson/1115049705?ean=2940016777344
Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-Luddites-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00C81ANSS/
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