The walls stopped at ten feet up and the shadows gathered the ceiling into themselves, far overhead. B. constitution When he didn't react to the name, she softened it by adding, "Joan Kimberly.". She doesnt resist his embrace, and they fall back upon the couch. I shut one eye, but the other refused to close out the scene. The alcohol surged through Korolevs thin blood. Thats a confrontation, but then again it isnt. Second, if we drill for oil and carry off a few paintings, it doesnt have a goddamned thing to do with your liberty. Who would want to live in something like that? Stoiko asked, punching Grishkins shoulder and laughing with the quiet energy of desperation. Cage sat up, tore the electrode from his temple. Stone imbibes Junes sweet scent. Why did you come?. If it looked like fun I knew I could always catch up., There was a tiny red light flashing in the middle of Tods helmet. Ive been doing a lot of research on this place, you know, Tod continued. The problem is, Belotti explained to Cage, theres no way yet to predict exactly which words will be lost. As if hearing her name, Toinette moaned softly from the tarmac. Her ash-blond hair rippled in the breeze from a ventilator. Structurally, the natural and synthetic are fused; fragile, intricate forms made of plastic and advanced digital technologies are juxtaposed with organic matter. Someones taking care of it.. The Eighties are an era of reassessment, of integration, of hybridized influences, of old notions shaken loose and reinterpreted with a new sophistication, a broader perspective. If he threw up, everyone would laugh. He anchored the boat as close as possible to where it had been the night before. Did I care? How is everything? Innis said.Lizzie will be with him for a while., Yeah, young goddamn love, eh, Charley? Wynne had shaved her hair off except for a spiky multicolored fan that ran from ear to ear. With the Soviet Union firmly in control of the worlds oil flow, the Americans had seemed willing to try anything. Ragged Alps jutted into the sky over radiant green meadows, tiny picturesque farmhouses, and clear, vivid streams of melted snow. More than likely she is dead. has also been a hotbed of cyberpunk activity, publishing Shirley, Gibson, and Sterling as well as a series of groundbreaking editorials, inter-views, and manifestos. But look closer and you could see men in them: right-side-up men in upside-down buildings. The cyberpunks are perhaps the first SF generation to grow up not only within the literary tradition of science fiction but in a truly science-fictional world. He felt no particular urge to contract a marriage. The sexual tension was so strong that Campbell could feel his shirtfront trembling. Behind him were chrome stacks of monitor-and-control equipment, the yellow Sentrax sunburst on the face of each piece of shining metal. Hard-Eyes turned and opened up without aiming, the automatic rifle jumping in his hand; he felt like a fool when he saw that hed shot six holes in the bole of a tree between him and the pack. The color printouts litter his quarters, hung on wall and underfoot. Oh man, this is hard to explain. The sheer spectacle of it delighted him. He cant believe his loss of vision. Your lovely daughter?. Afterward Mozart smoked a joint of Turkish hash and asked Rice about the future. Recently., Six months. The destiny you have stolen from us!, Your destiny? Rice was aghast. Singing it insolently, half shouting, half warbling at the end of each note, with that fuck-you tone, performing that magic act: shouting a melody. brought back a hundred iridescent memories and with them came an almost irrepressible longing. Whatever the reasons, though, Stone cannot deny that the CT workers are a force for good, ministering to the sick and hungry, reestablishing electrical power and communications, propping up (acting as?) Yes, I seem to recall thats my function, he said sarcastically and sighed, looking with mild reproach at Claire. The roof of the Citrine Tower is a landing facility for phaetons, the suborbital vehicles of companies and their executives. He left them wanting moreand, sticky with sweat, walked back to his dressing room. Jesus, he thought, I have taken myself hostage. Cage could imagine the ads. I am the next. "Let's be realistic," she said, tapping the keys of her CRT and studying the screen. Youre doing okay, arent you? He leaned across the table, in the grip of a sudden sincerity. pulps, by an artist named Frank R. Paul; the employees of Johnsons Wax must have felt as though they were walking into one of Pauls spray-paint pulp Utopias. He was blown. Yukio nodded, and they went into the hall. Stoiko had accessed the KGB mans files and Bychkovs psychiatric records; meters of yellow printout curled through the corridors in flabby spirals, rippling in the current from the ventilators. Sandy, Im so sorry about your husband. Worldtalk pushes their buttons. He looks up at June. And so forth. All the preachers are right, but the reason theyre right is why theyre wrong, too. My tricorne? Rice said. It stared back, face black with rage, stayed by the power of His hand. Running low on drugs? Your eyes are bright, he told me. For more than three decades theyd been gradually sliding into isolationism and industral decline. Suddenly there is a loud crack like the simultaneous discharge of a thousand gigantic arcs of static electricity. It was badass. He could feel the smoothness of her belly against his back. He tried to keep himself amused by guessing where he was, what was going on. Most of Devereauxs attention went to watching Ellen Mae with his fast-action eye. Oh! It was Yefremov, moving clumsily in a vacuum suit. She was talking about those odds and ends of futuristic Thirties and Forties architecture you pass daily in American cities without noticing: the movie marquees ribbed to radiate some mysterious energy, the dime stores faced with fluted aluminum, the chrome-tube chairs gathering dust in the lobbies of transient hotels. Emotions experienced as overwhelming and unbearable, often in extremes; particularly despair or rage. Some part of him was looking through the crowd for the chaotichick hed spotted earlier. She smiled sunnily back at them. Freezones enormous octagonal raft was pocketed with air and layers of flotation synthetics. This is the last time he will see Alice Citrine. Rice burrowed into a plush house robe formerly owned by Louis XVI. I decided to go to sleep, with nothing worse to worry about than rattlesnakes and cannibal hippies, safe amid the friendly roadside garbage of my own familiar continuum. Now run a current through the glass tube and all the other tubes of the neon signs interlacing Freezones Walk. The weeks have brought other changes. Look, theres one thing Id like to try. Spire stood on spire in gleaming ziggurat steps that climbed to a central golden temple tower ringed with the crazy radiator flanges of the Mongo gas stations. Each influences the others. That totally obedient duplicate imitating ones every move, will-less except for his will. American cable broadcasts, freshly intercepted. Can you always tell?, If the Stones came back tomorrow, you couldnt even tap your toes., Im a sinner, not a clown. . Tints, Chix, RockoBoys, Gerlz, Floods, Zips, and Zaps. He couldnt remember ever having been this frightened, not even during the blowout that had crushed his hip. It wasnt enough that hed busted ass getting the plant up and on line; now he had to clean up after Sutherland. I met first the stone monster, who looked me over suspiciously with glazed gray eyes. One: You can store digitalized copies of a particular sight in the chips RAM, for later display. Poke, poke, pig in a poke. If Hard-Eyes ran ahead, the enemy would become a wedge between Hard-Eyes unit and the units command, the instructors. The third chapter considers Hemingways metaphorical identification as a birthing mother in his conception of his own writing process. We shut down 10:30 A.M. sharp, get the hell out when youre done, counter service only, take it or shake it. Here, wed gone on and on, in a dream logic that knew nothing of pollution, the finite bounds of fossil fuel, or foreign wars it was possible to lose. He ground his teeth in frustration. It is a terrifying prospect. Immigrants from cultures foreign to our own have muddied our cultural waters. The smell made Rice want to vomit. With attachments. Its me. Of course. Nor had anyone been given the chair of Kronos to watch over the wheel and provide a baseline for everyday activities. He could read them. The cognac. However, there is little doubt that most of the major hallucinogens available in 1974 were ingested during the first Stonehenge free festival. Judith Van Kips made a noise of revulsion. The Walk wound through the interlinked Freezone outfloats for a half-mile, looping up and back, a hairpin canyon of arcades crusted with neon and glowflake, holos and screens. He could feel the heat of the lights on his skin. There were men babbling obscenities, an unceasing bubbling over of mental ugliness, and that was perhaps the worst. He moved to where he could look through the door without standing too near it. In bars or wherever. Rice squirmed in his Dacron double knits as he and Sutherland waited in the newly air-conditioned boardroom of the Hohensalzburg Castle. He flashed a yellow grin at Rickenharp. Jade, Croak, you come with me and HiLo. Rice found Mozart clearing tables in the main dining hall of the Hohensalzburg Castle. Rickenharps holovid and the videos werent getting much airplay. Jebe skidded to a stop inside the gates of the complex. And now that technology has reached a fever pitch, its influence has slipped control and reached street level. The main room of her apartment was now dialed to living room; the furniture changed shape for bedroom when she told it to. Vietnamese. The volcanoes belch as though they too are giving up. The man had been put on pay suspension, and probably been well paid off. Since his first publication in 1977, Lewis Shiner has written a widely ranging spectrum of short stories: mysteries, fantasies, and horror as well as SF. The tools of global integrationthe satellite media net, the multinational corporationfascinate the cyberpunks and figure constantly in their work. Cage went with Tod to the hospital. You got to understand how the portal works. Stones Bungle instincts take over. And me, he said. The last world was a training ground, full of harsh rules and strictures. The TV lounge was bright, well-lit, the walls cheerful yellow. If he had run, he could have reached her and maybe could even have stopped her, but the hazy impulse never became strong enough to reach his legs. 763 Strings did a rendition for elevator and dentists office, I remember that, too. I guess my background is some sort of microcosm of a lot of the upheavals of our times., She catches Stones hand between her knees and holds it tightly. It could redefine intimacy. Along with Shawna McCarthy, he has made, a center of energy and controversy in the field. The SinoSovs were hatching wars like eggs, one after another, down south. I bowed down on scaled knee and touched my forehead as best I could to the cold stone, shivering to my vestigial wing-tips. Wynnes allowance was generous enough to support a barrister in Mayfair; he didnt want her wasting it on Tod. I knew youd get away from them somehow., You cant just use people like that!, Bullshit, Rice! I shook my head. He laid the gun down, quietly, carefully, as they drew abreast of him. But he knows they are not about to let him. It wasnt always that waythe sun was once forbidden. The most sun anyone received in those days was obtained on wood-gathering expeditions. His right ear felt cold too. In his position I expect Id try to drogue-chute the bandages, Slick Tires. Wynne had a fire going; the room had filled with the bitter smell of burning peat. He was exhorting the bishop and his forces to allow light into the Cathedral again by dropping the canvas tarps that covered the windows. In the end, they didnt have to play instruments unless they really wanted to, and why bother? When God dies, youll know it.. Little prickd sell out his granny, Molt thought. And Ill have to do a good job of it. The black dress boots of heavy quilted nylon, with their Velcro soles, would no longer fit his twisted feet; so his feet remained bare. Eddie holds the shot as long as he can. This was familiar dialogue, one part of George noted, between the lunatic and the voice of reason. Ponce had gone minimono, at least in his look, and theyd had a ferocious fight over that. Are you trying to make me sick?, Courage, George. The chemistry was there, this time, when Ponce and Mose came into the verse section. What concerns me is recent historythe final focus of that germinal hour listening to the priest. Then the red light came on. It could be the beginning of a turnaround for us. Hard-Eyes had been thinking the same thing, but he said, Were lucky to get what they give us. Hes still with me. You will, Stone. He got into his tank as quickly as he could and rolled over the side. Its all been thrilling. in several of ernest hemingways novels, the main characters expatriation is a principal rhetorical device and a theme which critics often neglect. Almonds . The dry clatter of the keys filled Campbell with distaste. He was as curious as anybody about the installations at the west end of the island, but of course that wasn't the point. Premise. Why bother? You were the one who said I should take some time off after I finished sixth form., Ive thought a lot since youve been with Tod. Verr-rry mysterious, Frankie said. The faces in the crowd looked almost delirious with release. I wont be taking many more of these trips He grimaced and changed the subject. You never know whatll come up next. Rice passed the joint to one of Mozarts groupies, Antonia something-or-other. Were gonna need four berths, Frankie, Rickenharp said. Slowly it is turning rebel pop culture inside out, until the artists at pop's cutting edge are now, quite often, cutting-edge technicians in the bargain. But he could fall to Earth, he could fly away into the night. He was slender, almost gaunt, his black eyes a little sunken. Its not the same. Dont mistake our kindness for weakness. They were still there. After having been clean so long, his-blue mesc tolerance was low. All those years of pushing for that band, struggling to program a place for it in the Grid. Jocelyn?, Jocelyn, yes. He held out his hand for the telelink controller. Stone tries to assimilate this mad request. Telephones? To hell with them, he thought. He doesnt know theyre handing him into the bomb-bay of The Dirty Lady. He angled the rifle up a little more and then thought, Shit, I didnt put another clip in it! Mozart was in the crowd, waving enthusiastically to Rice. The future remains unwritten, though not from lack of trying. The man struggled to reload his rifle . Theyll be doing it without a drummer, man. She shook her head; the peacock hair fluttered. Within a few weeks., They took a moment to work on their drinks. A momentary diversion to ease his nerves. He made a tape for her, said goodbye. Rimpler closed the door behind himeffectively closing the door on his leadership in Colony Admin. Man-O-War had his conglomerate start to buy Misbegotten right after the first tape came out. Theyd just had their first argument. The lights have gone down, and I am dying. The crowd seemed to get thicker, the air hotter, the music louder, the lights brighter. Some ages found authority in the Bible and church tradition, others in the ruins of Rome or the great historians of antiquity. Like a Christian watching a Buddhist ceremony, telling himself, Oh, well, its all manifestations of the One God in the end. Rickenharp thinking: But real rock is better. Technically, Canterbury Tales is not a novel, but so what. It should be work time in this section. In spite of the night alone, and the day on fire. I almost cry because my ma and my real brother are dead. Even I, Colonel, dare not come between the Red Army and its orders. Yefremov looked sick now; the mask had crumbled. Feta cheese on my knees. He was a mediocre drummer, but he was a drummer, with a trap set and everything, a species of musician almost extinct. We cant get more than a handful out at any one time and its a risk with just the handful. But what if its true? Space, weightlessness. The foreman read the C of guilty fourteen times, one for each defendant. I can only say that, after nineteen months of being a widow, I am somewhat getting used to my new life alone. But the actual outcome was quite different. Five against one and I couldnt push them away. January 8th, 2017 - The Unbearable Lightness of Being is a profoundly beguiling movie about sex love and rebellion Its lead characters caper through Prague Spring The Unbearable Lightness of Being 1988 IMDb But Wynne was only in the way at VidStar. A kind of artificial telepathy. These questions The two stagger around the room, smashing furniture and vases, locked in something like an obscene mating posture. HiLo looks at the ground and shakes his head slowly. A bank of remote controls for the screen and room service was inset at one end of the oblong table. It was not a respectful crowd. Cant you tell?, Gingerly, the reporter put one in his mouth. I want you to hear this.. Yours was a lot less messy., You should go see her, if youre that interested. , September 1985. Stone nods, his only choice as he sees it. , The stagehand saw Murch go out first, and he signaled the DJ, who cut the canned music and announced the band through the PA. Now that is the real thing, the straight goods from the mass unconscious, friend; that little girl is a witch. As his career developed, Bear's great imaginative gifts came strongly to the fore, given even greater impact by the disciplined craftsmanship he learned early on. The Thirties dreamed white marble and slipstream chrome, immortal crystal and burnished bronze, but the rockets on the covers of the Gernsback pulps had fallen on London in the dead of night, screaming. So I maneuvered along the crevice until I came to the hidden chamber and the yellow glow. Peasants in space. Tatjana made a spitting noise. Claire! Someone knocked at the entrance to the museum, and Nikita the Plumber, Kosmograds premier handyman, executed a perfect slow-motion dive through the open hatch. Thats all right, Ill shut up now. He powered down his terminal. Just visual static. Dry old ghosts, crinkly and intent, turned inward as if they were working out chess problems in their heads. The suns bright lip appeared over the trees to the northeast. he wanted to know. Huge cracking towers and swollen, bulbous storage tanks dwarfed the ruins of the St. Rupert Cathedral. Wrights building looked as though it had been designed for people who wore white togas and Lucite sandals. Copyright 1984 by Mercury Press, Inc. First published in, Freezone by John Shirley. But it was the chaotichick and someone else, and then a third dude coming in after the someone else. The eyes of the Soviet space pioneers in the official portraits were fixed on him with contempt. It unfolded again and a specialty pimp appeared, pushing a man and woman ahead of him; they had to hobble because they were straitjacket-packaged in black-rubber bondage gear. Animals unknown to the Cathedral cavorted between the dwellings, giving friendly advice. Otherwise she wouldnt have tried to spring this on him while he was still groggy. And blue mesc was addictive. A prolific writer whose work includes such novels as City Come A-Walkin', The Brigade, and the horror extravaganza Cellars, Shirley is well known for his soaring, surreal imagery and bursts of extreme visionary intensity. I move we release the prisoners Security took during the riots, on their own recognizance. Several. We start after, but they have already been fixed by Quazis and Drummers lying in wait. Their weak minds could not grab hold. Why should such an unfortunate aspire to be a historian? The present story, from 1983, is the only joint work to date by William Gibson and Bruce Sterlingboth widely seen as central figures in cyberpunk. Indeed. A rifle barked and a piece of twig lopped neatly in two, fell delicately across his rifle barrel. The insects had escaped from some forgotten experiment; generations of them had infested the station for decades. Moscow is the greatest power in history. Old-fashioned, like Rickenharp requested: Please welcome , He could hear some of the audience whispering about Murch. It didnt seem to bother Leonardo, though, and when he was finished I checked the prints, riffling through them like a deck of cards, sealed them up, and sent them air freight to London. Cage wanted to make miracles, too. Rice pushed through them, his kidneys aching. No, thanks, Rice said, untangling himself from the miles of wire connected to Parkers recording gear. He followed it with two more stories, equally inventive and original, in a self-proclaimed "cyberpunk trilogy." No! Stones fell, disappeared, but Cage could not escape the pain. A broken man, you know, his music stolen from him, his very soul? Mozart rolled his eyes upward. Some groupie of Mozarts gave me the hat. They had been providing the dreamy sound track. The quiet, sealed car moves through busy streets. A few dark spheres of congealing blood swung crookedly past the unconscious soldiers cheek. Cars? Like Kessel, Kelly has been associated with a loose group of Eighties SF writers, generally identified as SF's new 'literary wing," as (theoretically) opposed to the harder tech interests of the cyberpunks. Till Human Voices Wake Us 1984 by Mercury Press, Inc. First published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, May 1984. You are guilty of unauthorized use of psychiatric drugs! Grishkin shouted. In pop culture, practice comes first; theory follows limping in its tracks. James I was fascinated by Stonehenge, so much so that he commissioned the celebrated architect Inigo Jones to draw a plan of the stones and determine their purpose. Korolev squinted anxiously as the translation slid across the face of the Japanese announcer: AMERICAN DISARMAMENT GROUP CLAIMSPREPARATIONS AT BAIKONUR COSMODROMEPROVE RUSSIANS AT LAST READYTO SCRAP ARMED SPACE STATION COMIC CITY, Cosmic, the Plumber muttered. Rickenharp looked around at the flat-back, flat-gray, monochrome tunics and jumpsuits, the black wristfones, the cookie-cutter sameness of JASs; at the uniform tans and ubiquitous FirStep Colony-shaped earrings (only one, always in the left ear). Of the explanationwhich Stone remembers verbatimhe understands only the description of a horrible death. This aint my way, it aint my time. Sanity had ceased to be an issue; I knew somehow, that the city behind me was Tucsona dream Tucson thrown up out of the collective yearning of an era. What the hell, I thought, Ill nod, theyll nod, Ill eat, Ill go. Came to America shortly after the Asian War. New Hampshire. They said wed never make it living in the balloons, but we were the only ones who could make them work. For example, a user shown a single long-stemmed rose might be unable to speak the words flower or rose even though he could otherwise carry on intelligent conversation about gardening; show him into a greenhouse and he might well be speechless. Charley said nothing. Undying love hope for a bleak future shite and onions! And that was fast advancement. By using this binary he shows that neither part of it is right or wrong. I could show you around. Cage kept expecting the microcams red light to come on but the reporter seemed strangely hesitant. The room was lit with soft, shadowless indirection. Rifles. So I waited some more, began to speak again, and was shouted down. She radiated hurt and betrayal, and he wanted to slink away from her in shame. The kids coming out of grad school were better researchers than he had ever been. Dark meat in the canbrown, oily, and flecked with mucusgave off a repellent, fishy smell, and the taste of it rose in his throat, putrid and bitter, like something from a dead mans stomach. George understood it allthe voices, the codes. There is no record of executions at Stonehenge, although Geoffrey of Monmouth, writing six years after Henry, describes the massacre of four hundred and sixty British lords by treacherous Saxons. His living room was half outdoors, half indoors, the walls all busted out. To Van Kips left sat Messer-Krellman, officially the union rep appointed by UNICpuppeted by UNIC. Edward Ferman's Fantasy and Science Fiction is always a source of high standards. Aw, my ma used to shop here, goes Jade. Im operating on reserves, and those none too vast.. A piece of turf threw itself in the air near his feet. Rice watched as the girls crowded around the table and gnawed the corks out of a crate of champagne. Five Drummers climb over the corpse for the next round, but with their slickie dead the Boys are not up to it. He muttered some formula for banishing devils and oozed out the window to join his fellows. But he was snared and continued to see her despite the risk. We need you. Mozarts eyes flickered, looking past Rices shoulder. It was a mirror in which any theoretician could see his ideas reflected. The sun looks bruised, but there it is. What about the rest of you? he asked. He was in the lower echelons, as you call it, two years and then, I know all that. But of course you know that. This is the informal preaching which takes place in the middle of a conversation, something along the lines of what a missionary does when visiting a home. But lots of it in small, regular pulses Worldtalkll be active on the SA account this week. The SAs looking for you. We hold onto the fire, sucking it away, sending it down through our feet into the earth. My heart is broken too, its so difficult to be alone after being a wife for such a long time. Nten, Julio said. But tell me, Yefremov, what it is that you are really about. That report Sackville-West muttered, clearing his throat several times as he looked through his pocket filer. You know the orbits decaying on this thing? The man executed a clumsy midair somersault, the tools clattering on his belt. Weve got to use all the tools at hand. Must be some kind of trigger., Belotti sighed and began to shuffle through the papers on his desk. Being a disciple means being constantly ready to bring the love of Jesus to others, and this can happen unexpectedly and in any place: on the street, in a city square, during work, on a journey. Campbell asked, pointing to the photograph. Someone said, I make it about four degrees off. Cage saw people crouching to help the barking man. For the cyberpunks, by stark contrast, technology is visceral. They are willingeager, evento take an idea and unflinchingly push it past the limits. Prodigal crows perched atop trees that had once been buildings, pigs ran through the streets on their hind legs and so on. Theres a British obsession with the more baroque elements of American pop culture, something like the weird cowboys-and-Indians fetish of the West Germans or the aberrant French hunger for old Jerry Lewis films. By hiding the eyes, mirrorshades prevent the forces of normalcy from realizing that one is crazed and possibly dangerous. Thinking. The kid who had once compared himself to Nam June Paik was instead making videos for pubescent music fans. Hey, man, where are you?, France, Rice said vaguely. The killing field was now a tangled sprawl of corpses, human and faerie alike, interrupted only by broken wings jutting toward the gray sky or the occasional bulk of a felled horse. To the cautious bureaucrats in the Office of Works, Stonehenge was a disaster waiting to happen. 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Rickenharp squinted from the wings to see past the glare of lights into the dark snakepit of the audience. When he'd last seen her she'd been heading down. Man-O-War was mostly undressed, like hed forgotten to finish. In pain. Like the blossoming of two flowers, one brighter than the other, the transept windows astounded all who beheld them. He found that now he too was staring fixedly at the painting he loathed. How do you feel about this?, You mean do I feel like a traitorous bitch?, Well, dont ask such dumb questions. At Canaveral a shuttle sat on its pad, and when the weather cleared, a helicopter would pick him up and drop him there, a package for delivery to SenTrax, Inc., at Athena Station, over thirty thousand kilometers above the equator. You believe I am the fount from which all blessings flow?, He shook His head. But times have changed since the comfortable era of Hugo Gernsback, when Science was safely enshrinedand confinedin an ivory tower. Report on placing him to Ben-Simon at the Israeli Embassy. Now theres only us. Thank you, sir., Still, Cage continued, I believe in Share and I believe in you. Her straw-colored hair had begun to darken, just as his had darkened when he was seventeen. My memories of Mars are any schoolchilds. He smiled for her again. With a whisper of skates, the Galrogs take off. Like punk music, cyberpunk is in some sense a return to roots. He felt wonderfully stupid; a week and a half of obsessive carnality had reduced him to a euphoric animal Forget your mother, baby. He helps himself to Johnnys flask. George turned oft his suit radio and felt the rage building inside him, the snake mad as hell. Soon all of Europe will know of me! Someone shouted at Mozart, in German, from across the club. 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