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space_aces ([personal profile] space_aces) wrote in [community profile] thegreatspacerace2022-09-28 07:29 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD
Your journey only happened because of your benefactor, so it begets that it starts at your benefactor as well. SUPERBIA, which is as much of a location as it is an entity, is where everyone's search for Fortuna begins.

There's not much of a welcome party: shortly after their fateful encounter with SUPERBIA, in which they swore to join the quest to find Fortuna, the new Privateers will find themselves afflicted by a sudden change in perspective. See, teleportation is a tricky process, so from SUPERBIA's point of view, why not make the target destination none other than itself? One highly disconcerting moment later, and the Privateers find themselves inside the belly of the beast.

The vast mega-structure is shockingly lonely, void of anyone other than the Privateers. Those who look off the metal satellite and to The Network for intelligence (or take a skim at the Space Wikipedia article) will find out that the surrounding space is clear for lightyears; rumors have it that the place is cursed. It won't take long to understand why.


1
Overclocked




The innards of SUPERBIA are that of an impossibly scaled up computer, and the Privateers start right in the middle of it. You are the spider living in the dusty PS4. Literal rivers of coolant, transistors the size of mountains, landscapes made entirely of circuitry. The sky, bounded by a distant metal ceiling, is constantly alight with coursing electricity that cracks the sky with lightning storms. It can be assumed that the Privateers are the first living things to set foot here, because such a place is not ever meant to be traversed by delicate, organic, mortals that worry about things such as "temperature" or "voltage". SUPERBIA needs not lifeforms to continue its operations; why design for them? Traversal itself is difficult: unscalable walls and perilous drops are common to encounter. The only company the Privateers will find are oddly adorable maintenance robots, which sadly seem too occupied by their directives of maintaining the massive machine to offer any assistance (or even acknowledgement of their new guests).

It is immediately clear that the most urgent priority is to get the hell out of here. Before your adventure ends at the starting line.


2
Skeletons In The Closet

If one stays inside SUPERBIA, either by getting horribly lost or losing all common sense, one will notice a peculiar pattern emerge as one gets deeper into the bowels of the mega-structure. Passages shrink and become more level, and the incredible hostility and danger of the surroundings fade away, until one comes across areas which were definitely intended for humanoid organisms to use at one point.

The construction of these areas is cramped, unfurnished, and dreary; they are reminiscent of artificial environments meant to handle harsh external conditions like a submarine or bunker, but they are entirely livable. One can eventually find distinct rooms, but everything in them has crumbled to dust and their original purpose is nigh impossible to discern. Deeper investigation may reveal the few items that have stood the test of time. While it is more plausible for life to have existed here, that doesn't seem to be the case now. What happened here?

3
The Shipyard

In the opposite direction, when one finally reaches the outer edges of SUPERBIA, they will be rewarded with the place to pick up a spaceship and a stunningly beautiful view of outer space. The outside of SUPERBIA has no atmosphere to get between you and the stars, and they shine brightly, like a beacon calling one out into the first steps of adventure.

The shipyard is already filled with countless space ships of every size, form, and function, all autonomously constructed by SUPERBIA's factories over the countless years. What's the harm in taking one or twenty out for a spin? Even if one has no intentions of permanent ownership of the vehicle, it's not like SUPERBIA will miss it. For a Privateer with a more specific vision, however, there are kiosks around the yard which will allow one to design their very own space ship down to their exact specifications. When the process is done SUPERBIA's matter printers will have it out and space-ready right before your very eyes.

If a Privateer has a ship, vehicle, or large item that they intended to bring with them, they will also find them here, neatly parked in the Shipyard. Why didn't SUPERBIA extend this courtesy to the pilot's themselves? The answer is revealed as soon as the owner makes a closer inspection: the inner contents have been rearranged, like a whirlwind was unleashed inside and assorted loose items thrown around. Now aren't you glad your transportation was given special attention, and the same didn't happen to your innards?

4
Hot Crewmates in Your Area

But how will a single Privateer man an entire space ship? No worries: when one steps into a ship, the strangely endearing maintenance robots will suddenly take acute interest. The robots will follow inside and immediately start assuming the duties of a spacefarer, eliminating the need for extra hands on deck.

Even still, there's just no eliminating the want for a human touch, though. Thankfully even that dilemma has a contingency plotted by SUPERBIA.

Communication devices are easily available on every space ship. They come in all shapes and sizes, ranging from huge stationary consoles to portable smartphone-like screens. But whenever a Privateer attempts to access the Network, a pop-up will appear, obscuring the whole screen.


The device will be rendered unusable until one relents to the pop-up's demands and provides answers to its questions. What will these be used for? The mystery will be solved when a social media app mysteriously installs itself on the same device, with profiles preemptively made for every Privateer. Each Privateer's profile consists of their given answers, paired with embarrassingly candid photographs. SUPERBIA has eyes in many places it seems.
braidedwonder: (government aid ain't relief)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-09 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)

‘Scythe didn’t need repairs, ‘Ro.

[ Duo says it in that quizzical way that isn’t sure whether he’s insulted or confused. It hasn’t even begun to occur to him that they may have come from different time periods.

Instead he shoves at Heero’s shoulder, nudging him out of his seat so that he can get his hands on the controls himself. ]


Get out. I wanna check the calibration.
somuchshipping: (Lineface)

[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-09 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[As opposed to being a big shit?]

You don't know what a black box is? They're disaster-proof containers of data that holds locational and other information, as well as recordings of any recent telecommunications. I'm pretty sure every ship has one, including me.
astrogator: (pic#15963513)

Ari Tayrey | original character (SF)

[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-09 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
ii. Skeletons in the Closet

[This place reminds Lieutenant Arilanna Tayrey of nothing more than the innards of an antiquated, long-deserted ship. One of the slow ships, from centuries back. She’s not fazed by the bare grey walls, or the empty rooms, and she strides along as if with some purpose. As if she knows exactly what she’s doing.

She doesn’t.

Still, she might find something useful if she keeps looking. Some record, designed to last. A message. That’s her hope, at any rate. In the meantime, walking the corridors is helping her to get her bearings. Ari’s an astrogator, with an astrogator’s sense of direction, and she has – arbitrarily, out of necessity – designated one direction forward so that she can start to mentally chart the area.

It's a pleasant surprise to turn a corner and find she’s not alone.]


I wonder how old all this is. It isn’t exactly what I was expecting.


iii. The Shipyard

[Ari gasps when she first takes in the sight of the shipyard. She has never seen one so large or so varied, not even in-system among the central worlds. Some of them are vast, beyond the wildest dreams of any aspirant Tradeliner. Some are armed to the teeth. Some seem to make use of materials or technologies she can’t even guess at. Yes, she’s very out-of-sector now.

Can she really choose any one that she wants? Despite what she was told before agreeing to all this, in the moment it simply doesn’t seem real. Ari’s a lieutenant astrogator with all of six months’ seniority, why would anyone want her for this mission?

She stands there for a moment, a motionless figure in her bright blue Tradeliner uniform, and then she glances over her shoulder, looking to her closest companion.]


So what do you think? What’s the catch?

iv. Crewmates

[Ari chooses a portable device. It might not be exactly like her slate computer from back on her last ship, but it's damn close. The questions make her roll her eyes, but she taps out quick answers.]

[Tell me a little about yourself.]

Lieutenant Arilanna Tayrey, of the Tradelines, lately second astrogator on the TS Prosperity.

[Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER?]
My ambition is to lead, but I do what's necessary. I can take orders, and I can give them. No trouble. Everything runs smoothly when there's a clear line of command.

[What is your best feature?]
I'm very competent.

[The sight of the accompanying photograph makes her scowl. That is not a flattering angle. That had better not be what they publish on the newsnets in the event of her (heroic? hopefully heroic) death out here.]
thefifthchild: (Default)

[personal profile] thefifthchild 2022-10-09 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course I know what a black box is!

[Now he's indignant. He huffs, irritably.]

You'd be surprised how many terms are used to mean one thing on Earth, and then mean something completely different in other corners of space or the multiverse.

Besides. This isn't a ship, it's a massive computer. The data is probably somewhere in the computer's memory, but accessing that seems like it would take an extreme amount of work.
braidedwonder: (who's gon' save me from this hell)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-09 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)

“Yeah. Deathscythe’s mine.” Now that it doesn’t have to be some thinly veiled secret or something Duo is happy enough to tell anyone and everyone that this is his gundam. Operation Meteor is over, after all.

Duo can hardly contain himself from beginning his spider climb up his gundam’s leg, but some part of him that remembers manners stops his progress.

Well. And the simple term ‘mobile suit’.

“It’s a Gundam. Gundam Deathscythe Hell Custom.” And, well. In classic L2 form, points at Gaelio’s tablet and plainly states his want for Deathscythe’s stats to stay as they are.

“Good. Keep it off of that thing.”
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infel | ar tonelico 2

[personal profile] lyalyuma 2022-10-09 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
a. overclocked
[Infel isn't a stranger, necessarily, to massive computers. She's spent the past 450 years or so inside a giant floating server - perhaps in a less literal sense than this one, but she's definitely been physically inside the floating server, too, back before her sublimation. She's used to navigating messy circuitry.]

[Infel Phira absolutely had better heat dissipation capabilities than this????. Having a physical body after 450 years is terrible. She would not recommend the experience.]

[The dim glow of overheated components reflects off Infel's face as she pulls herself up a particularly thick cable; her feet slip off the metal surface of the cliff, then plant themselves again, then slip again. It seems to take ages for her to make her way up, and it gets more and more nerve-wracking as she inches and inches away from the crackling landscape below her.]

[At the top, she collapses in a heap... But then she raises her head to look in wonder over the face of the cliff. The view, treacherous as it is, is brilliant - almost akin to looking out on a built-out desert, it pulses with "life" even in its colorlessness.]

[Despite it being the Worst Experience Ever, she's smiling.]
Field research, after this long...

b. skeletons in the closet
[Mentally, Infel's more stimulated than she's been in years. Physically, she's dead exhausted. For so long, she's been doing whatever she wanted without regard for things like "hunger" or "exhaustion" or "aging"; the ceiling has fallen in on her now, and she's really feeling the years.]

[Yes, she only looks in her twenties, but third-generation Reyvateils don't usually live past forty anyway.]

[Thus, she sits on the floor as she opens a console in... What seems to be the first interesting room in the twenty or so she's entered already. As she attempts to turn it on, she remains sitting. The "on" switch refuses to budge, even as she leans her entire upper body into it, ]

[In a soft soprano, just in case:]
jYAzLYAtA/. [With my respect towards you and towards this whole place, execute my command. The console does not respond.]

[SIGH.]
I don't know what I expected.

c. oh god oh no
[She likes this one, she's decided. It's not huge, but is enough to have a little lab for herself. There's a second seat in the cockpit, into which she's strapped a purple stuffed rabbit for now - but for Nenesha, when she comes back. When I get her back. We don't need Metafalica, or anything to do with that dying husk of a planet; we can find a place just for us. Everything has always been for her research and for Nenesha. This is no different.]

[The Heart of the Land tucked away in her lab - a massive blue gem, surrounded by gold scaffolding - spins, as if in agreement.]

[As she turns on the tablet-style communicator with that wish deep in her heart, it presents her with what appears to be a... A request for a personals ad? Mortified and baffled, she drops her head into her hands and groans aloud.]

[In fact, that's the photo SUPERBIA chooses for her profile! Other greatest hits include: a photo of her shrieking as her footing slips on a steep slope, slipping her ever closer to a river of glowing coolant; a photo of her hugging aforementioned Heart of the Land, with the same tenderness she might hold a lover; and a photo of her looking deeply unimpressed.]


Tell me a little about yourself. I'm Infel, a Wave Theory researcher.

Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER? What? That's too much personal information. [When the system refuses to accept this as valid:] I follow my ideals, and nothing else.

What is your best feature? I'd tell you, but I don't want to be featured on the next episode of whatever this is. [ZING??????.]
heeroics: (𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀)

[personal profile] heeroics 2022-10-09 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To his credit, Heero allows himself to be nudged out of the cockpit. He'd already come to terms with the fact that Deathscythe wasn't going to be his complimentary joyride the moment he'd heard Duo's approach, so he lingers to the side without protest, leaned onto the armrest.

He doesn't expect Duo will do anything better, but individual pilots do know intimately the idiosyncrasies of their own suits. With as many different machines as Heero has piloted into life-or-death situations, he's come to know that well. ]


I don't understand. You, Quatre, and Trowa agreed to destroy your suits.
Edited 2022-10-09 23:13 (UTC)
riproduzione: (B035)

[personal profile] riproduzione 2022-10-09 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Not really, no.

[ The only device he slept next near was a broken alarm clock, and he certainly doesn't know what a smartphone is.

Careful in his steps as he picks his way through the hallway, there are a few things that have fallen over, but they pose no real impediment to their traversal. The walls and doors are framed with thick metal, and it's still dawning on him that this is all real. An alchemist is sort of like a scientist, in his understanding at least. He's heard people claim to be much, much stranger things. ]


If it really had been recent, [ he starts, hesitantly. ] Then I might have been able to do something about it if there's been someone who worked on these terminals, doing repairs or the like. But, centuries? I doubt I'll be able to find a point in time that could be helpful…

[ To his right, he slides a door open revealing a dark interior, and peeks his head inside. ]
retributing: (no light no light)

[personal profile] retributing 2022-10-09 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"So it is a Gundam frame," Gaelio muses half to himself, gaze lifting upwards along Deathscythe's form. He's clearly impressed - and interested.

His smile shifts to something pleasant and reassuring, if faint. He makes a not-quite theatrical motion as if to say he is putting the tablet away. For the moment, it stays in-hand by his side; he doesn't exactly have pockets big enough to store it. Still, he'll honor the other pilot's request— though he hadn't exactly intended to try to catalogue it. He assumed it would already be catalogued.

"Ah, of course. I can respect that." The Kimaris had gone through more than one change to keep its identity hidden. "I thought all of the Gundams had been accounted for, is all."

Gaelio looks just about to ask another question, when he pauses with a blank expression. A smile smooths the look over just as quickly. "Ah, I'm being rude, excuse me. I am Gaelio Bauduin." He extends a hand in offering. What's a little nerding out between Gundam pilots, right?
riproduzione: (B203)

3!

[personal profile] riproduzione 2022-10-09 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Abbacchio is taking his sweet time strolling through the shipyard, in part because it's a lot to taken in, and he doesn't know the first thing about ships — space or otherwise — and getting an idea of some of the ships that are docked here seems like it might be a good idea. He's taking mental notes as he passes by each one, what sort of shape is most common, their size, if they seem to have any unique features. Their colour. All the important things that he's sure factor in to the performance of a craft.

So far, all he's really learning is that there are a lot of differences from ship to ship, all of which seem to vary drastically depending on personal preference. He pauses near the Normandy, the light noise emanating from it has him curious if the Privateer it belongs to is nearby, and against his better judgement begins to see if he can't find them outside the ship. ]
somuchshipping: (Talking)

[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-09 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hermes stares a little. Well... they aren't spewing out random and gratuitous profanities and insults, but this is still kind of cute. A little.]

Hehehe... Ahem. Anyways, that's the only meaning I knew of in the computer game I was stuck in for over sixty thousand years. Or.. hmmm, would that be around 8 months of total playtime in your normal human time?

I mean. SUPERBIA's an AI, right? We can probably ask it.
heeroics: (ʜʏᴘᴏᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟ)

[personal profile] heeroics 2022-10-09 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Following Heero is maybe not the best option, but right now for poor Hermes it's Heero or nothing. Of course Heero's got no idea where he's going, but if they can get to one of the far walls, perhaps there will be some way to interface with the... whatever this is.

This place SUPERBIA has brought them to may be completely alien to him, but he can recognize some of the bits and pieces of circuitry that make up the innards of a computer, and that gives Heero some confidence.

If only this metal landscape weren't so hot. Heero wipes the sweat from his brow. ]


No. If the AI wanted us to be fooled, we would be fooled. An intelligence capable of simulating reality in realtime could easily make that reality appear to run on C++.
manolia: (15)

chibi | islands of wakfu

[personal profile] manolia 2022-10-09 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[[with the understanding that he will likely not be apped (if at all) until the release of the oropo OVA next year, because we.... still don't know why he's alive and i would like to find that out before i play him in a game!!]]

a. overclocked
[Chibi, for his part, isn't having trouble navigating the internals of this giant computer... Nor does he feel particularly pressed to leave, for that reason. He'd rather portal around to every little spot he can find and marvel at its scope, its construction... Maybe he can even try to intuit how it is all connected, if he spends long enough here.]

[A crack of lightning mere feet away from him reminds him that he's on a timeline here. He startles, yelps, and then a look of sheer disappointment passes over his face. How rude, forcing him out like this--]

[If he's next to someone, he'll hold out a hand and offer:]
Care for a lift? [You might get nauseous with all the portals, but it's better than dying, perhaps?]

b. shipyard
[Anyway, there's a fucking mountain in the shipyard.]

[Chibi knows, as the (former) king of his people, that this mountain was once a spaceship. Tragically, its reliance on wakfu as a fuel source cost the lives of countless planets and their inhabitants over a span of thousands of years. This Chibi has never sat in the cockpit of the Zinit, only in his more modern sanctums within it, but he knows that it is his.]

[He would do it, with great sorrow, only for the safety of his people. He has, before, in a life he does not remember. But now... Now they have other sources of fuel, so he does not have to fuel the ship on wakfu, does he? He will have to check if it has been retrofitted later. He'll retrofit it himself if he has to; he will find a way.]

[When he gets into the Zinit and finds it trashed, he's not going to be able to do anything but laugh. Qilby would have a stroke. (--And he hopes Qilby doesn't take the same bargain he did, because after all that has happened... That will be an awkward conversation to have, and he's content to put it off as long as he can.) For now, he stands at the base of that great mountain, in the same wonder he had the first time he laid eyes on it.]


c. crewmates
[Chibi has adopted the maintenance robots as his own at this point; his profile photo is a candid shot of six (!) of them climbing over him while he grins. Other greatest hits include him taking a nap on the floor of an abandoned room; him yelling as he almost gets struck by lightning; and him attempting to closer examine a maintenance robot, to its loud and catlike protests.]

Tell me a little about yourself. My name is Chibi the First-born, of the Eliatrope people. I am an inventor and a poet; the rest is immaterial here. Despite the obvious competition, I hope we will find a way to come together for the love of our shared goals.

Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER? I am a follower of the Goddess and Her benevolent lead as Mother of all. [Didn't get the question, or intentionally evasive?]

What is your best feature? [??????] Ah. That's what this is about. [Not the smartest genius the Goddess ever did produce...] I, ehm... I am told I have a way with words.
somuchshipping: (Lineface)

[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-09 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmm...

[Well... considering that SUPERBIA managed to have a 3D model in the game...]

Well... SUPERBIA did manage to hack itself into Fortuna... But if this is a simulation, wouldn't it already know where the not-game Fortuna is?
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[personal profile] she_would 2022-10-09 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, she certainly couldn't claim the same thing about her own ship, but her pride spoke for her.

"If you're that confident, how do you feel about a wager?"
she_would: (Newtypes???)

[personal profile] she_would 2022-10-09 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
You must be quite the sight, grappling your way to the fridge.
astrogator: (pic#15963524)

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[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-10 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
As someone who has spent her working life being told she's short for a spacer, as if it were original, I'm envious.

About those command posts, though. How many is 'hardly any'?
theskyaccepts: (Heeeiiii)

[personal profile] theskyaccepts 2022-10-10 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
That...actually sound like a lot of fun!

But, isn't that what all this is? Like, that's what we're supposed to be doing?


[He likes video games. He's not so sure about video games in real life.]
she_would: (Deploy the Gundam)

[personal profile] she_would 2022-10-10 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
It's hell on your knees when you switch from microG to actual gravity.

My crew got captured by pirates on my first command, but I was able to escape with most of them and make our way home. Then a few years ago someone crashed a mobile suit into my ship, which unfortunately left me disabled in the middle of a larger battle.
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[personal profile] somuchshipping 2022-10-10 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Yep, it is! ItMeansI'mOn FamiliarGroundEven ThoughTheFortuna I'mSupposedToFind IsAStarAndNotAPlanet. The similarities is why I think SUPERBIA bothered to choose me.

And I'm glad you think the game sounds fun! I have no idea how popular or niche it really is. For all I know, Fortuna could be lost media some dirty swine collectors could be keeping from people. Ooooooor it could be the most popular game ever! LikeISaid IHaveNoWayOfKnowing.
anoceanofatma: (A sea of troubles)

Overclocked

[personal profile] anoceanofatma 2022-10-10 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Jun reluctantly decided it was too big a gap to build an atma bridge across before acknowledging Iseul.

"It can't POSSIBLY be worse than the tree rocket."

braidedwonder: (go down that road again)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-10 12:30 am (UTC)(link)

[ Duo slides into the seat and goes right to work, clacking away at the controls and double-checking everything that Heero probably already has. He trusts Heero, but he also wants to make sure that everything is up to his specifications, too. It occurs to him that there are possibly a few items to make sure he still has tucked away in a few places in the cockpit, but...

Not while Heero is right here, anyway. Instead he's raising his head as Heero brings up destroying Deathscythe - brows raised in both concern and mild wonder that Heero thinks he would agree to such a thing in the first place. ]


Uhhhhhh... when the fuck did I agree to that, exactly? And was I high at the time?
astrogator: (pic#15928576)

[personal profile] astrogator 2022-10-10 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't think of that. Guess there's always a trade-off.

[Ari had expected to think disparagingly of a captain who managed to lose her ship, but instead, she's actually somewhat impressed. People don't generally escape from pirates out in her sector. Then again, pirates don't take prisoners out in her sector. You win or you die.]

I'm sorry for those misfortunes, but I also agree - you were certainly doing something right. Doesn't sound like you were at fault in either case. I hope the insurance paid out.
braidedwonder: (who's gon' save me from this hell)

[personal profile] braidedwonder 2022-10-10 12:35 am (UTC)(link)

Duo huffs a laugh and shrugs, turning back to what he's doing a moment later. He's curious if there's anything tucked away in any drawers in rooms like these, anything that may give a clue about what happened, or perhaps what else he might be able to find around here. Rooting through drawers and shelves like he owns the place is fairly typical for Duo, as it goes.

"Have fun. Don't try climbin' if you're shaking like that."
riproduzione: (B156)

angels!

[personal profile] riproduzione 2022-10-10 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Abbacchio is quietly creeping around a corner when Hermes startles him, enough that there's a glow of green around him and a figure — a purple robot-looking thing — seems to emerge from his back and hovers behind slightly. The two of them turn to stare at the source of the voice. ]

Uh… [ And the two continue to stare, Abbacchio blinking a few times while the purple figure's featureless face remains impassive. ] Yes? Though, I guess that would depend on your definition of a real person?

[ He has no idea the sorts of beings he will meet in this place, but by his standards and in his world, he most definitely was real. ]

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