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A Pedra
I imagine that if we’ve got any notion in any respect of what has usually been referred to as human nature, it’s as a result of Historical past, like a mirror, holds up for our contemplation, a picture of ourselves.
—-Edgardo Rodríguez Juliá
Audio Recording, “Lydia and Ecco at Perception,” February 3, 2134
I didn’t run.
If the boy had not referred to as to you, you’d have run.
I might not have run.
mãe,
There are few moments that I keep in mind with readability. From these early days, I recall principally an unlimited, pervading numbness. Profound dissociation. I keep in mind Salt. I keep in mind Hog.
At night time, I might curl between them. With my eyes closed, I might attempt to see them as they have been simply in that second. I might block out what I knew could be. I might see Salt’s ruddy cheeks and puffy brown hair. His shoulders, simply starting to broaden with muscle. His pale forearms already ropey from bodily coaching. Hog’s deep brown eyes and chapped, mild lips. The gentle tufts of his hair brushing in opposition to my cheek as he moved about inside a dream.
You’ll by no means meet both of them. You’ll by no means meet our baby. Your grandchild.
If I nonetheless couldn’t sleep, I might search for you. After all I by no means discovered you. Should you have been in my future, I might have already recognized.
As soon as, I instructed Salt and Hog that I had recognized a mom. A house. What I believed was a household. They have been thrown away by their mother and father, addicts such as you, as infants. In school, we weren’t speculated to say, “thrown away.” We have been speculated to say, “supplied to the longer term.” However I’m not in school any longer. So, they have been thrown away by their mother and father, eaten by Kismet to mine the one true future. They assumed the identical was true for me, till I instructed them that I lived with you till I used to be eleven. However ah, puberty, eh? The bitch. She got here, and broke us. You may not deal with me anymore. The aunties and uncles and cousins who had helped develop me, who had (I believed) liked me, raised their machetes and instructed you—-take care of her, or we’ll. I nonetheless keep in mind the understanding of your voice whenever you mentioned, “I’ll do it myself.” You took auntie’s blade. You marched me out of the one house I had ever recognized. You raised your hand to me, who had by no means recognized violence. You mentioned, “Run, Lydia, meu coração, run.”
TIME, November 13, 2134
THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN’S PLAN TO OPEN THE FUTURE
The story of Perception’s first 12 months was one among relentless ahead movement: an underground analysis facility constructed in an undisclosed location, patents filed for what Perception billed as “a safer different to the drug kite,” an “military corps of scientists” employed, skilled, and housed totally on campus. Within the intervening years, nonetheless, each Perception and XO appeared to fade.
That is the primary look XO has made since then. Throughout this interview, as in our final, XO doesn’t share his picture or voice. We meet nearly. His avatar is a barely constructed Southeast Asian man clothed in a slim-cut darkish blue velour tracksuit. Sun shades veil his eyes. “I’m not a terrorist,” he begins. He laughs, and it’s jarring. “I’m concerned about terror as a mind-, and due to this fact time- increasing substance.”
I ask him to make clear what he means.
“What can heightened feelings, like terror, train us concerning the pliability of time? There are historical knowledge traditions that counsel that after we confront the unimaginable, and for most individuals that’s one thing horrifying, that’s after we really are free. Unlocking all futures, not solely those which are palatable to us, requires absolute freedom.”
After I ask him to share probably the most horrible factor he has ever confronted, he confesses, in a second of surprising vulnerability. “My mom deserted me after I was very younger. Deep down, I had feared that separation my entire quick life. As soon as it occurred, I noticed I now not wanted to concern something. I could possibly be free. I might abruptly think about many attainable futures for myself. My future now not relied on one thing I couldn’t management, one other individual’s presence or absence. I need that freedom for everyone.”
mãe,
That is how my story begins, if you happen to can name it a starting. With our plan to flee.
Many people in school by no means made it previous our first 12 months. We overdosed on kite or any one of many different avenue medication, or died as a result of we couldn’t supply clear medication, or the awful actuality that our lives have been fully fucking pointless drove us mad. If we made it far sufficient, we have been positioned. We tried, for some extra years, to not kill ourselves or anybody else. Till then, it was greatest to search out one thing, or somebody, that would anchor us—-in one physique, in a single time—-and focus laborious on that. In any other case, we tried to not focus in any respect. Floated someplace between current and future. Drank till we needed to take a break from ingesting. Drugged ourselves into the stratosphere. Fucked. Bought indignant. Messed round. Me and Hog had a severe fling. Then me and Salt. Then me, Salt, and Hog. Nearly as good a option to move the time as any. Then Hog received referred to as in for early placement, and got here again quiet. After that, it was principally me and Salt.
That was about after we determined to do one thing we had not seen ourselves do. Do you perceive? We determined to cheat the longer term.
It cheated us as a substitute.
The day Ecco got here for me, I used to be hurrying by the principle hall again to Salt’s room. Somebody referred to as out to me from contained in the Head’s workplace. I received able to lie my method out of something—-I swear, that half-full bucket of prune liquor me and Hog have brewing within the dormer is just for instructional and scientific functions—-but stopped quick on the door.
The person standing in Head’s workplace was quick. Just a few inches taller than me. And brown-skinned and extensive. Good and stocky, a pleasant gentle fatness wrapped round a stable body. On the time, I in all probability thought he was enticing. There weren’t many people blacks on the college. I used to be one. Hog was half of one other. (Salt was Jewish. They have been much more of a pariah).
At that time, I nonetheless believed that I knew all the things. Will that sound boastful to you? It’s not. It was brutal. I didn’t know info and figures or theoretical physics. However I believed I knew all the things of consequence that may ever occur to me.
(And to Hog.)
(And to Salt.)
(And to anybody who had, for coaching or for contract, required me to tear aside the material of time, lengthen my thoughts, like a finger, into its hole, shine my consciousness . . . And see the bloody gems inside.)
We had not seen our plan. We hadn’t seen it fail, we hadn’t seen it work. We have been determined sufficient to attempt, anyway.
I had not seen this man, both. Not in time, and never in life. I ought to have recognized, then. I ought to have recognized to run, to seize Salt and Hog and run. However I used to be curious.
After some time, I requested, “Who’re you?”
“Ecco,” he mentioned, “It’s good to lastly meet you, Lydia.”
Many issues occurred, kind of in sequence instantly after that. There was the primary explosion, and that additionally shocked me. It’s a must to perceive, shock was not an expertise I knew properly till that time. Principally, I already knew. Principally, I had already seen. Not this. The bombs, improvised molotov cocktails, weren’t speculated to be lit for a number of extra hours. I used to be speculated to gentle one, Salt and Hog would gentle two others. A very good quantity of chaos, operating and screaming within the halls, ensued. Then, a blow to my head and darkness.
I woke. Later, elsewhere. I shouted (a number of instances) from the ache in my head. Nobody got here. I explored the room I had discovered myself in. It was clean, unrevealing, an infuriating beige-nothing. There was no mattress, no furnishings. There was no discernible door. The partitions have been gentle, pliant. I gave the impression to be in some type of refined cage. It blocked me from seeing out of the current second. I couldn’t suppose, couldn’t query. I couldn’t rationalize. I curled up on the ground, and slept.
After I subsequent awakened, Ecco was standing above me. He handed me capsules—-pain, and what I assumed was kite. I requested him many questions. He answered three. It was 13 August 2133, so three days had handed because the explosions in school. I used to be at a analysis lab referred to as Perception. And, he mentioned, I had been introduced there to liberate the longer term.
This started the following section of my life. Ecco was my abductor, my captor, and later, my torturer. He was additionally the one individual I noticed, spoke to. I did, in these early days, really feel one thing like sorrow for him. He would at all times start our periods with a sequence of “what if” questions: What if there have been many, maybe infinite, futures? What if there was a option to unlock time itself? What if we might transfer in time, not solely see it stretched out, frozen, earlier than us?
He referred to as it operating.
“You’ll run time, Lydia,” he instructed me. “When you lose your concern.”
The First Hundred Years of Kinsight: From the Early twenty second Century to the Current, Chapter 3
By the point Perception Limitless arose within the early 2130s, Kismet Company had already turn into the biggest sole employer throughout the continents. Within the International North alone, Kismet contracted the providers of a minimum of 300,000 KIDS (Kismet Indentured Servants) within the first half of 2133, and was set to broaden to half one million by 2134. Till Perception’s rise, the one challenges to Kismet got here from fringe human rights organizations and activists sheltering in so-called “Darkish Cities” (cities which had not transformed to Kismet-time, and which frequently harbored absconded servants).
Challenges grew in later years. Over the course of the latter twenty second century, Perception would destabilize Kismet’s stranglehold on the worldwide financial system by looking for to regulate the corporate’s indentured workforce. Seers, skilled to find assets sooner or later, have been extremely beneficial to Kismet. In later a long time, Perception’s poaching and re-training of Seers gave rise to a brand new class of staff.1 Runners have been capable of straight gather superior expertise, supplies, and mental property from so far as millennia into the longer term, and return with them to the company. It’s estimated that almost half of all early runners have been misplaced on their travels. A small variety of extremely delicate Seers would later work for Perception and their subsidiaries, offering a variety of providers that included the placement and extraction of lacking runners.
Within the early 2100s, Perception started to hunt management of these Seers whose distinctive abilities they believed might disrupt Kismet’s management of the longer term. The wars between Perception and Kismet, waged largely between seers, runners, and darkish cities, marked the start of a brutal century. Nevertheless, the ensuing liberation of trans-temporal industrial commerce and merger of Perception and Kismet into Kinsight is inarguably among the many best achievements of humankind.
mãe,
I keep in mind the primary time Ecco took the drug kite from me. I had not been totally with out it since I arrived in school, nauseated and time-sick, barely capable of stand. The third week I used to be at Perception, Ecco undosed me.
I keep in mind bracing for the rock of nausea. It got here.
Hog, prismed, leered at me from a thousand eyes. He shattered.
“Hog?” I requested.
Ecco stood as soon as extra throughout the room. “Ecco,” he mentioned. “It’s good to lastly meet you, Lydia.”
“What would you like?” I requested. “What would you like from me anyway?”
I got here, shuddering in opposition to Salt, and bit his shoulder.
“Lydia,” somebody cried. “Sai daqui!”
I dropped from a tree at the hours of darkness, felt my arm crack. Screamed.
I screamed within the room.
I leaned over a rest room and vomited; flecks of bile and water hitting my cheeks.
I fingered a clean, black knife.
I noticed a brown face, like mine, however older. “Pedra,” I mentioned.
“Sure, sure,” mentioned Ecco, coaxing, caressing my cheek.
I discovered a brown hand in mine; clasped it. I let it pull me into darkness studded with shiny crystal lozenges. Rectangular mirrors, blinking on/off/on as the sunshine in my thoughts caught their unusual fractals.
“Mãe?” I referred to as. “Mãe?”
Hog’s physique fell to the mats.
Salt’s chest exploded.
Lozenges winked as I forged my thoughts about, looking for elsewhere. Within time, I noticed futures. Not lozenges, not mirrors—-oh god, mamãe. How might I’ve thought they have been mirrors. They opened. I used to be pulled ahead, the nails of that hand digging in my flesh.
“Mãe? Mãe?”
I heard the boy’s voice behind me. I threw myself backwards, towards him.
Audio Recording: “Lydia and Ecco at Perception” November 3, 2134
Inform me about your mom.
The whore who offered me to Kismet?
“Papagaio come milho, periquito leva fama.”
I don’t know what which means.
I believed all you younger folks spoke Português. Eh? It means you might be ungrateful to your mom. “Ao menino e ao borracho, põe-lhes Deus a mão por baixo.” God places his hand beneath the boy and the younger pigeon.
Straightforward so that you can say, who won’t ever fly. If I felt God’s hand beneath me, I might spit on it. “Pimenta nos olhos dos outros é refresco.” Pepper within the eye is a pleasure to you, eh?
Eh, não pimenta, mas pedra. Stone within the eye is a pleasure to me. Have you ever by no means tried to see her, Lydia? To grasp why she deserted you?
I’ve tried.
However you may’t?
No.
However you speak to her, if you end up gone in your visions.
mãe,
The primary time I used to be undosed from kite, I started to know what Ecco meant together with his speak of liberated futures. Together with his speak of operating. I had been within some horrible materials. I had felt the darkish stuff transfer round me. Its currents have been sturdy. I might really feel some alive presence simply past my pores and skin tugging the place it wished me to go.
I believe Ecco comes from that place. Or he got here from that place. One thing about him feels the way in which it felt. Empty. Hungry.
I inform him to run his futures by himself. He says I simply want to find the important thing to freedom. What is going to make me unafraid to enter the infinite future.
Generally I believe he’s simply lonely.
Audio Recording: “Lydia and Ecco at Perception” March 3, 2135
Are you able to attempt once more at the moment? To run?
I’d quite die.
Die then. Kill your self.
I can’t. I don’t.
See if you happen to can. See if you happen to do.
I understand how I finish. I understand how I proceed. I do know all the things.
Every little thing. What conceitedness. You didn’t even know me.
mãe,
I by no means named him. I name him meu caração, my little boy, meu amor. I’ve been capable of survive right here due to him.
It’s been 5 months since I final noticed him. The primary 5 months that I’ve been fully alone, in my life. I used to be already pregnant when Ecco took me from college. A toddler of Salt, or a baby of Hog? I wish to suppose, a baby of each. I birthed him right here, at Perception. Till August, they let him stick with me. We lived an odd, captive life, however we lived it collectively. Then Ecco took him. He mentioned it was my very own fault. My very own selection.
I don’t transfer. I don’t converse. Ecco offers me extra kite now, triple what I used to take. I shut my eyes and fly. I see all the things, all of time rippling beneath me like waves, diamond-studded, glinting, on, off, on.
However now I do know. They aren’t mirrors, they aren’t diamonds. They’re mouths.
That’s the distinction between seeing and operating.
Generally, I let myself ponder whether Salt or Hog ever made it to you.
That was our entire, silly plan. Run to you, mamãe, like little kids, and beg you to shelter us as you may not shelter me earlier than. When there is no such thing as a one left, no hope, we at all times flip to our moms, eh, regardless of how indignant we’re.
I don’t suppose you’ll ever obtain these little notes.
ecco tells me that the key to operating is dropping your mom.
ecco tells me that if I need to discover the boy, i’ll must run him down myself.
i inform him that i’ve been attempting.
one thing will not be proper
not proper
i’ve began speaking to myself, to hog, to salt, even to you. generally i wake as if from the center of a dream, and i’m speaking to another person—-but nobody i do know, or have recognized. i’m the one one right here. i’m the one one right here. i’ve been right here for too lengthy
too lengthy
Audio Recording: “Lydia” April 2, 2135
What do you keep in mind out of your first days at Perception, Lydia?
I used to be dopesick. In ache. I hadn’t been with out kite in years. I might barely stand. Couldn’t stroll.
You have been misplaced in lots of simultaneous futures, with out the drug that stabilized your imaginative and prescient on the earth and its one future.
Sure.
You noticed me.
Sure.
And what did you suppose, that first time?
That you simply have been my mom.
(Mushy laughter.)
they took my eyes
they took my eyes
they took my eyes
Journal of Time and Sight, Vol. IV, Winter 2324
APPLYING ENUCLEATION TO ADDRESS THE PATHOPHYSIOLOGY OF HYPER-STEREOPSIC PARALYSIS IN KISMET-TRAINED SEERS
Curiosity within the process of enucleation (elimination of the eyes) as an intervention gained prominence within the late twenty second century, after it was carried out with some success by the liberatory analysis group, Perception Limitless. Quite a few research have investigated the topic because the embargo in opposition to eye-removal was lifted in 2135.
At that time, the early Idea of Time Sight posited that kids handled with the drug dimethylcathinone (“kite”) could possibly be skilled to see in 4 and presumably 5, six, or seven dimensions. Davis and Shutter continued the speculation, positing that time-paralysis (incapacity to maneuver by time) exhibited in Kismet-trained Seers was a psychological, quite than bodily, limitation. All kids handled from an early age with dimethylcathinone ought to theoretically be able to motion and never solely sight. Hyper-reliance on world-sight, they hypothesized, may prohibit Seers from “flattening” time to one-dimension, a way achieved by so-called “time runners.”
Following using double obsidian implants after eye-removal in a single topic, L. Peres, analysis into the process was halted attributable to undisclosed issues.
The Los Angeles Occasions, August 10, 2135
TWO MEN SENTENCED IN TERRORIST PLOT AGAINST KISMET
Two males convicted of 13 counts of homicide within the first diploma have been handed six and three consecutive life sentences, respectively, this morning. The 2 males, Adam Hogkins, twenty-one, and Terrence Salz, nineteen, have been convicted in July for his or her roles in aiding within the terrorist assaults on the Kismet Headquarters in Northern California in 2133, as a part of a third-wing backlash over using “indentured servants” by the Kismet Company. The lads, each college students on the Kismet Coaching Academy, have been discovered responsible of planning and offering materials assist for terrorist acts and unlawful gang membership.
The trial was one in a sequence of circumstances that arose out of what authorities decided was a sprawling terrorist plot orchestrated by an activist group often called “Quilombo Sombrio,” and carried out with the cooperation of 1 different pupil, Lydia Davis Peres, the daughter of a widely known Quilombo member. Peres has been lacking because the assault on the Kismet Headquarters.
Usually relegated to one-time guerilla assaults, the incidents—-the bombing of a faculty and kidnapping of a pupil on August 10, 2133; the following August 14th, 2133 bombings, and the biggest escape of “indentured servants” at three Kismet areas—-underscore the rising risk of mainstream dissatisfaction with, and potential of violence towards, the corporate that “controls the longer term,” Kismet Limitless.
Human rights teams decried the dearth of proof in opposition to both defendant within the July trial, and are petitioning for appeals. Choose Julius Johnson sentenced Mr. Salz to a minimal of ninety-six years in jail, and Mr. Hogkins to a minimal of 192 years in jail. The youthful Mr. Salz was escorted out of the courtroom by the bailiff. Mr. Hogkins seemed to be transferred to a different authority, representatives of whom waited exterior of the courtroom. He was transported to an unknown location in an unmarked automotive.
Audio Recording: “Lydia and Ecco” August 15, 2135
Are you aware what I’ve for you?
I can’t see.
Right here. (forty-five-second interval.) Choose it up.
hnh. hnh. hnhh. hauh. Hau. Hau. Hau. Hauh. Haugh. How. How. Hough. Hog.
It’s the head of your Hog.
(screaming)
i’m the one one right here. She will not be the one one right here.
Audio Recording: “Lydia and Ecco” (undated)
Who do you speak to at night time? The boy?
I speak to Lydia.
You might be Lydia.
No.
She desires to run, however she remains to be afraid. Why? (She nonetheless has hope, even after holding Hog’s head in her palms).
I whisper to Lydia at the hours of darkness. “Acalme-se.” Quiet your self. I do know our mom’s tongue. It handed to me alongside darkish currents that human eyes won’t ever see, human limbs won’t ever wade by. (I’ve waded by the dry fields, rippled by dry wings that beat over sun-chapped skulls. I’ve waded by the salted sea currents. I’ve been worn away and dismantled. And nonetheless, I am).
“You can’t change the previous, meu coração.” My coronary heart. “Solely settle for with marvel what the longer term might make of you.”
“I do know your voice,” she whispers.
I snicker. “After all you already know my voice.”
“Who’re you? Who allow you to in?” Her hand gropes in darkness.
I take her hand in mine. I make quieting noises with my tongue. “I merely come,” I say. “I stroll by partitions.”
She feels my fingers with hers. I place her hand on my face, let her hint the ridges of my eyes. I don’t let her flinch or pull again her hand when her fingers slip and contact my eyes. They’re clean as silk, and really chilly. “See?” I inform her. “There’s nothing to concern. It’s simply stone.”
“I hate it,” she says, as if she have been a baby.
“You concern it,” I say patiently, as if she have been a baby.
“It’s not me.”
“It’s us,” I inform her.
“I would like to depart,” she says. I really feel her stand.
“Depart.”
“I’ve a baby,” she says.
“Discover him.”
She searches within herself for a sense that has at all times been stable certainty, and now could be a lot fog. She pulls on air, says, “I can’t survive.”
“Take a look at me,” I inform her. I take her fingers once more, convey them to my face. “And see that you simply survive.”
The São Francisco Occasions, October 10, 2135
KISMET STUDENTS FOUND
A police raid was led on the darkish city often called Quilombo Sombrio early this morning, situated in a northern space of the state that has been largely uninhabited since flooding within the late twenty first century gutted the cities and cities close by. “We have been capable of collaborate with a personal firm that had obtained intelligence concerning the coordinates of the city, situated within the foothills of Cruz Sagrada. We have now lengthy had purpose to imagine that the city was harboring fugitives belonging to the Kismet Group. We have been capable of relocate quite a lot of the lacking college students. There have been some casualties on each side.”
She asks me how.
“You consider your self as a peça. The piece. The slave. However we name ourself a pedra, the stone. Time cuts us, we don’t minimize time. We undergo time, permit it to maneuver us. It can transfer us towards him. Our filho de pedra. Our infinite echo. He who will cross all futures to create me, and destroy you.”
Audio Recording: “Lydia and Ecco” September 30, 2135
Quilombo Sombrio.
Quilombo?
A darkish city within the Northwest. That’s the place we should go.
Why?
To seek out my mom.
I arrive at Quilombo after the police have gone, after the fires have burned themselves out. Ecco warned me that the city had been razed. The seers collected, taken again to Perception to readjust to the sunshine of time after their years dwelling in darkness. “It is going to be good for you,” he mentioned.
I marvel at what’s right here, what has been right here, evading time. Within me, Lydia remembers the bushes. I contact a large that towers to my left—-wide plates of bark, roughly threaded, that smelled like vanilla and sugar. I contact my arm and keep in mind a break she had acquired, falling from a tree as a baby.
I sense motion. Survivors, popping out from the forest to gather their lifeless. Amongst them, I do know, is Lydia’s mom. I don’t see her with my eyes. I see her inside time. She floats to me on its black river.
“Mamãe de Lydia,” I say, holding out my palms.
Her fingers are tough and heat. She traces the ridges of my eyes.
“O que é que você fez?” What have you ever executed?
“Survived,” I reply.
“O que eu fiz para você?” What have I executed to you?
Lydia, the kid, the slave, reaches to her. “Mamãe,” she yells, deep inside my head. “Save me.”
She nonetheless doesn’t know that I’m the one who will save her.
Mamãe buckles and falls. Her palms seize at my face, my shoulders, my arms, my shirt.
I pull my knife from her ribs, and wipe its blood on the tree.
“You instructed me to run.”
I’m now not afraid. There’s nothing to carry me wherever.
The longer term beckons with all its glistening tooth. I flip my eyes (my stones) and see vents gaping open, closed, open, open, open. Till every is as extensive as every, and operating is just a matter of stepping from one open mouth to a different.
I run.
and the factor that’s inside me the factor i am within—-spins me like a pebble on its tongue—-swallows me entire (i am swallowed)—-i am in its one lengthy throat—-it is the size of the universe—-i am handed by clean muscle—-into its stomach—-bright and white because the solar—-if i look too carefully, i’ll die—-i am swallowed into the one true future—-burning—-but i who haven’t any eyes can’t see—-and oh god, i can’t die
all the things leads right here, ecco, you’ve gotten seen this noplace too—-knowing this, i see you—-not the you that strikes exterior of time; the you that’s being eaten alive (endless, it doesn’t finish) by the longer term—-
i see you, meu filho, the one i by no means named, you and that i each know that there’s nowhere to run—-
I open my eye. I see the Ecco who stands exterior of time.
“Mamãe,” he says, and takes my hand.
He’s now not the sound, he’s the echo. I’m now not the slave, I’m the stone.
We have now nothing, we’re nothing, we are able to go in all places.
Time strikes us.
1. Analysis into the emergent phenomenon of runners discovered no organic foundation for the tendency of Black kids to turn into runners. Johnson, Edgar et al, “‘Working from Loneliness’: Assessing psychological trauma current in Kismet-trained time-runners.” 2156 November 11. Johnson posited operating as a conditioned response to an underlying trauma dysfunction—a literal flight response.
Concerning the Creator
Endria Isa Richardson is a author based mostly in Oakland, California. Her essays have appeared in Black Warrior Assessment, Alpinist, and Bay Nature magazines, and her speculative fiction is in Lightspeed, Clarkesworld, FIYAH, Nightmare, and others. Her work has acquired notable mentions in Greatest American Essays and Greatest American Science Fiction and Fantasy, and the runner-up award from the Black Warrior Assessment nonfiction contest. Endria holds a JD from Stanford Legislation Faculty, and is at the moment a PhD pupil in African American Research at UC Berkeley.
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