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Finale	By : Spacefille Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 5244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thanks again to Jrandomlurker for her continuing beta-ness of this epic thing that just won't die. :)
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"I have to check.
Gaz looked up from her game long enough to glance at her brother. He stood at the doorway of the house... covered from head to foot in heavy clothing and decked out with everything from a pick axe and rope to a hard hat with a flashlight taped onto the top of it. In fact he looked like he was just about to head off on a mountaineering or caving exploit, not to go exploring the destroyed wreck of Zim's house.
"Mmmhm," Gaz replied, returning her attention back to her game.
She didn't see it, but she could imagine the look of frustration that crept across Dib's face. "Don't you care?" He asked.
"Not especially," She replied.
"Funny," Dib said, a biting tone to his voice. "You seemed to care enough to come over and check on him the other day."
Gaz looked up and for a moment she studied the wall in front of her. Then she turned back again to give Dib a glare of a lifetime. "Are you GOING now?" she asked.
Dib held her glare for a moment. Even so he lost. Sighing he looked away and turned to go, yanking the door shut behind himself as he went.
The base was in better shape than he remembered. Then again, everything was a wonderful charred color of black, so that wasn't saying much. Dib was surprised to see that the outside structure was still standing, though all the windows had been shattered and the roof looked like it had half caved in. Charred forms around the yard could have passed for the lawn gnomes and the satellite that had once sat upon Zim's roof... maybe.
He felt like he was walking in a war zone as he picked his way across the yard. There was no way he could have described what he was feeling if asked about it later. Horror. A bit. Also a feeling that he was most definitely going to be sick.
It had certainly been the most interesting 48 hours he had ever lived through. First the babies... then Zim's pak... then the exploding base last night. He hadn't slept a wink that night again... instead 5 am found him staring blankly at the TV screen as it played late night commercials.
After he had convinced himself that he wasn't dreaming, he wondered what the chances were that Zim may have made it through that alive. He supposed it all depended on how much of the underground part of the base had been on fire and if it was anywhere near the alien when it happened.
He also wondered how on earth such a horrible thing could have happened in the first place. He couldn't think of any reason at all... so many possibilities, but not one of them was plausible. He knew... he KNEW he hadn't done that. All of the computer systems had been working fine when he left.
He also wondered if Gir was still alive. Right before the firemen had arrived Gir had babbled something about roasting marshmallows and had taken off, running right back into the flames as they soared and sparked high into the night air. He had stopped screaming Zim's name and started yelling at Gir to return. He had yelled himself hoarse at him to come back, but the little robot hadn't.
Glass crackled beneath his feet as he made his way through the main part of the house. It looked like nothing had survived intact... and nothing looked familiar to him at all. It was only when he glanced up that he realized that the roof section had collapsed in on it's self, and the blackened lump in the center of what had once been the living room floor could only be the remains of Zim's voot cruiser. Dib let out a long low whistle as he edged his way past it. The horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach only grew at the sight. Now he was sure that Zim was dead. There was no way something that could reduce Zim's spaceship to blackened melted rubble wouldn't happily eat through alien flesh...
He found the entrance to the base was at least uncoverable, as he pushed aside the porcelain toilet that was at least intact, even if it was now black from the ash and smoke. He blinked down the darkened shaft below and sighed, reaching up and switching on his hat's flashlight. Nimble fingers tied rope around his waist, tied the end around a twisted metal piece of the voot cruiser. With a mock salute at no one, Dib lowered himself down into the hole.
It seemed to take much longer this time for him to reach bottom. He tested his footing and let go of the rope, turning quickly to fish in his bag. It was incredibly smokey down here still and he was having difficulties breathing. He found his inhaler mask and strapped it on over his face. Drawing in a couple deep breaths he turned his head to either side, looking around the place. There wasn't much to see. Only twisted metal and blackened walls that indicated a fire had swept through here as well. The broken bits of shrapnel about also seemed to suggest that the fire wasn't caused by just burning, but rather that some sort of explosion had happened in this place.
"Did you somehow blow yourself up?" Dib asked out loud, his voice slightly nasal through the mask. The thought angered him somewhat. "After I worked so hard to save you..."
It didn't take him long to make it to a room. It was in horrible condition and a nervous feeling fluttered in Dib's chest as the light from his hard hat ran over the objects in the room. Everything was black and twisted looking. Nothing was recognizable. It looked like the ruins of bombed out buildings he had occasionally saw on TV... except this was real.
He drew in a sharp breath and made his way further into the room, forcing himself to focus. He took a couple careful steps over some large pieces of metal that looked like they had pushed up from the floor and made his way over to the wall that looked like it was the least damaged. Running his hands over it, he finally found what he was looking for.
It took using a piece of metal from the floor as a crow bar but he finally got the computer port open. Despite his hopes the computer port was blackened and there was no indication that it was going to run. He had to try though. Wrestling his laptop out of his bag, he hooked it up and tried to convince it to work.
No such luck. The computer's circuitry was completely fried.
Sighing, Dib got up and packed his laptop away again. He went back out to where the elevator shaft was and looked up. He could see sky far above him from a hole in the roof. He turned away again, focusing his light back on the ruined hallway that disappeared into darkness. He would probably have to press deeper if he had any hope of finding Zim... or Zim's remains...
The base was in better condition the farther down he went, Dib noticed as he made his way through the tunnels. Then again, it was only in the tunnels that he went into that he noticed this. Some of the tunnels were completely blocked off by debris.
Every so often he would stop at a computer control panel, especially if it was in recognizable condition and try to bring up the computer. Each time he did so he was faced with disappointment as the computer refused to respond to his commands. Nothing was working.
It felt like hours had gone by when he saw something move farther down the hall from him. Dib froze in his tracks, staring where his flashlight focused in on the end of the dark and smoky hall.
"Hello?" He called out cautiously as he stepped forwards. His heart hammered in his chest. He hoped to god that he had been seeing things. This was NOT the way he wanted to die... several stories underneath the earth in the bombed out remains of a base that used to belong to an alien invader...
He had nearly reached the end of the hall and decided to try to call out a greeting again, when it leapt in front of his face.
Dib let out a scream loud enough to raise the dead, and fell backwards. His hat fell off his head and clattered behind him. The flashlight turned off, leaving the boy in the complete dark. The creature landed on his chest. Dib froze... for an instant he was too terrified to move.
"HI!" It said cheerfully. Now that his flashlight wasn't shining on it, Dib could see a twin pair of round blue eyes focused on him, inches away from his face.
Dib let out a huge sigh of relief. "Gir!" He hissed, scrambling back to his feet and grabbing for his hat. "You startled me!" He said as he readjusted his flashlight to focus down on the robot.
"Aw..." The robot replied and began to dance around in a circle, humming tunelessly as he did so.
Dib rolled his eyes. "Gir..." He said. When the robot didn't reply he tried again. "Gir?"
Gir stopped and peered up at him. "Mmmhumm?" He said.
"Do you know where Zim is?" Dib asked. "Is he still alive?"
Gir looked frightened. "Master?" He said looking around quickly. "Where?"
Dib crouched down so that he was more level with the robot. "Not here Gir." He said very slowly as if he was talking to a small child. "Do you know where he is?"
Gir looked pensive for a moment. Then he nodded. "Mmmmhumm."
"You do?" Dib asked.
Gir still looked pensive for a while. Then he burst into laughter. "I have no idea!" He said, giggling like that was the funniest thing he had ever said.
Dib swore under his breath.
That just made the insane robot laugh harder. "You said FUCK!" Gir howled, pointing at Dib.
Dib winced. "Gir..." He began as he stood up again.
Gir was a lost case. "Eeehehehehehefuckfuckfuck!" The robot declared, running up the wall and back down again.
Dib held his head in his hands for a moment. Finally he gave up. Shrugging, he stepped by the giggling robot and went to continue exploring the rest of the hall beyond.
"... where are you going?" Gir voice followed him.
"To find Zim," Dib replied grumpily without even looking back.
There was a pause. Then, "You're going the wrong way!" Gir announced cheerfully.
Dib turned back around then. "GIR!" He howled.
Zim slowly opened one of his eyes. He could hear him. The human. He was yelling at his robot. He smiled past dry, blood-encrusted lips and then closed his eye again. He could hear him. That was all that mattered. He moved his neck, about the only thing he could still move and nestled his head in the dirt. The human would be able to assess his damages, and declare whether he could fix him or not. If not at least the human could put him out of his misery. Hopefully the later. He wasn't sure if he wanted to live anymore.
"It looks like you got what you always wanted Dib," He whispered painfully to himself. "... my body. You can stick thingys in it and do all sorts of horrible testy things..." he would have wiggled his fingers if he could even move one of his arms. Which he couldn't. One of them was pinned down by stuff and the other one was most definitely broken. "Oh what a horrible end to ZIM..." His voice trailed off as he found it much too painful to continue talking.
He shut his eyes and concentrated on just breathing. He wanted his pak back. His mind was all confused and he wanted his pak back because of it. His pak made him less confused. He understood things then. His pak would be able to tell him why the horrible Tallest had programmed his base to self-destruct. His pak may have even told him that it wasn't the Tallest that had done it. That it had in fact been Dib... the filthy human that had done it. He was responsible for destroying his home. Not his Tallest. Never mind that the base had exploded the moment after he commanded the computer to open up a communication link to the Massive. His Tallest...
The job he had always wanted...
They thought he was dead. He knew that. He also knew why the Tallest had done what they had done. It was one of the many pieces of information that apparently had existed in his real brain all along and not his pak brain. The details were vague, not nearly as crisp and clear as data from his pak had been, but he knew enough to piece his thoughts together. The Tallest did that to some Irken Invaders when they died far from home. It was to prevent the locals from acquiring any information about the Irken race that could somehow be used against them someday. Brutal, but effective.
The more he thought about it, the clearer the details became. It was merely procedure, he thought. Especially against particularly hostile beings. He blinked as the information crystallized in his head, becoming sharper as he focused on them.
It was almost like he had a slow, ineffective connection with his pak still.
But... he was still confused. Why destroy his base then? The humans, except for a choice few of course, where stupid. "You didn't need to destroy my base... my beautiful base...!" Zim whispered mournfully. "The humans are no threat to you."
He would have physically started at that thought, had he the energy or the ability to move. He wasn't thinking like he usually did. Amazed he wondered as his mind jumped from one logical conclusion to the next. Further more he knew the answer to his musing even as he thought it. The humans WEREN'T a threat to the empire.
But he was STILL confused. "Why would you destroy my base?" he continued. "If the humans pose no threat to you and I am dead... why would you destroy it? What if I was not dead my Tallest?" There was the question he didn't understand. He had always had the ability to bounce back and live through nearly anything. Obviously, as he was still very much alive. What if it had been a malfunction? What if the pak had been merely sending a false message to the Massive? "What if I was not dead?" He asked again.
'They wanted you dead.' The thought formed without warning and without him wanting it to. He opened his eyes again, focusing them on the dark. They widened. "Did you really want me dead that badly?" He asked incredulously.
The answer that crystallized in his head was not one he wanted to ever approach or think about. It was a resounding 'YES.'
That was more than Zim could take. Screwing his eyes shut he drew in a deep breath and let out an unearthly cry of anguish.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Half a galaxy away, Red stumbled where he stood, dropping the slushie he held unceremoniously on the floor. His two fingered hands flew up to clench at his head. "Did... did you hear that?" He gasped at Purple.
The other Tallest sipped his drink cautiously and raised a non-existent eyebrow. "Noo..." he replied. "Hear what?"
Red was silent for a moment, then he removed his hands and shook his head abruptly. "Nevermind. YOU!" He jabbed his finger in the direction of a waiter. "Bring me more slushIE!"
That cry had caused more damage than he had intended. Zim whimpered, screwing his eyes shut tightly as a cold sweat broke out over his face. 'Maybe the Tallest will get their wish,' he thought sullenly and with intense bitterness.
He knew he was dying. There was nothing better than a body twisted horribly out of shape trying to repair it's self when it couldn't even move into a position where it could repair properly. Even a near indestructible Irken body would start to die if left in such a position for too long.
He was barely aware of the voices drawing closer and closer to him. Finally they stopped, now only slightly muffled by the pile of rubble that lay upon him.
"Zim?" Dib's voice drifted to his broken antennae. "ZIM!" It questioned again. "Zim where are you!"
The human sounded desperate.
"ZIM!" He was awfully close now. And even more desperate sounding, if that were possible.
Zim's tongue snaked out to swipe across his lips. He opened his mouth to speak... only to discover he couldn't. The only sound that would come from his mouth was a squeak that was no louder than a soft whisper.
His eyes flew wide open again. He must have hurt his voice when he screamed. Oh NO...
"Zim?" There were sounds of footsteps, but this time they sounded more distant, like the human was traveling away from him. "Zim where areeeee you...?" His voice was growing more distant now too.
The alien panicked. 'Don't leave me!' He thought desperately. 'Don't leave me to die!' He struggled again despite himself, which only caused shooting, near dehabilitating pain to erupt from his side and his broken arm. He opened up his mouth to scream silently again. 'I don't want to die!'
His thoughts startled him, but at the same time, he knew they were true. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to DIE. So maybe he had nothing, absolutely NOTHING left, but he didn't want to die. Not now.
"Zim?" Dib's voice sounded closer to him again. "Where are you?" It asked. There were a few muffled crunching sounds from beyond the stuff that lay on top of him. "I heard you Zim... I know you're in here somewhere."
He heard...? Zim's brow wrinkled. He hadn't thought he had managed to say anything out loud. Even so his relief was so strong that he didn't care. He licked his lips one last time and tried again to speak out loud.
This time his vocal cords did manage to kick in, and even though the voice that wavered out of him was thin and very weak sounding... it still was a voice. "Dib?" He called out in reply.
There was silence for a heartbeat of time. Then: "Oh god, Zim!" Dib sounded more than a little relieved. There was a series of very close sounding crashing noises. "Are you in the rubble, Zim?" the human asked.
Zim struggled for a moment, but finally convinced a word to emerge. "...yes." He replied. His voice sounded tired.
Dib made another nonsense noise of relief. "Hang on a moment Zim, we'll get you out of there...!"
Zim smiled slightly, relieved, and relaxed his neck again. Dib would help him. He had never heard such a wonderful sound before in his entire life as that human's voice...
"Come on Gir, heave!" Dib snapped impatiently. The unburial process was going slower than he would have liked. Then again the room they were in was pretty mangled. It actually appeared to be half the size that it had been before, which meant that he had to slouch to avoid hitting his head on the broken tubes and wiring that lined the ceiling. Debris lined the sides in huge piles and everything was charred... he had no idea what kind of condition Zim would be in when they finally unburied him. As it is, it was a miracle he was still alive...
The sick feeling set in just before one of the last pieces of wall was moved aside. It came away with one corner of it glistening and green-- the green color being something he had personally seen much too much of in his relatively short life. He wondered vaguely if Irkens had some super fast way of regenerating their blood, with the amount of Zim's he had seen in the last few days, he hoped that they did.
He instantly started thinking about far more important things when Gir and him had finally managed to heave the last major piece of wall away.
He gasped. And retched. He couldn't help it.
He had seen footage of car crashes before. He had seen all number of horrific bloody things on the holovid before. Nothing, though, nothing could prepare him for the sight which now lay before him.
"Zim," He whispered. The one side of the Irken's body and face was blackened and charred. Like the fire had crept through the pieces of wall and attacked his soft and much more vulnerable body. The side of his that was on the bottom was a ghostly near white color and was twisted beyond any reasonable recognition. He was vaguely aware that the object jutting out from underneath the Irken's chest area at an impossible angle must be an arm.
And his chest...
Zim was impaled. That was the only way he could possibly describe it. A narrow thin piece of wall seemed to travel right from in front of Zim to a point on the top half of Zim's chest and there it disappeared into his flesh. He was still breathing though, despite the object...
Gir's horrified scream jarred Dib out of his gawking. "Master!" The little robot wailed, clambering over stuff and bits of metal to wrap his stubby little arms around Zim's head. "Master is you dead!" He cried.
Despite the weak sound of his voice, Zim sounded quite a bit irritated and much more like his old self when he replied. "If you keep on screaming I will be," the Irken muttered grumpily.
"Master!" Gir replied happily.
"Gir," Zim growled back. "Be silent and help remove this WALL that has decided to take residence in the almighty chest of Zim" The Irken trailed off into a coughing fit.
Dib couldn't help the smile that threatened to develop on his face. Good old Zim. His smile faded abruptly as he saw the thin trail of blood that ran down from the side of Zim's mouth. He was gasping for air like a fish out of water...
"Okie dokie!" Gir replied happily. He leapt down and positioned himself, gripping the bit of metal with both hands. Grunting he pulled back on it.
Zim tilted his head backwards and screamed as it slowly inched it's way out of his chest. Dib made his way forwards and positioned himself, preparing to help Gir, when the robot succeeded and flew backwards into Dib, the hunk of wall in his hands. They both landed in a crumpled heap.
Dib groped about and found his hat again, replacing it back onto his head and readjusting the flashlight to focus back in on the alien. "Zim?" He asked, climbing over metal chunks and pushing some of them away as he approached. "Zim are you all right?" He stopped abruptly. "Eew man..." he breathed.
Zim's non-broken arm and hand had traveled up to press against his chest where the metal piece had been. He wasn't sure, but it almost looked like the invader was trying to keep stuff... inside his body.
Dib wasted no time. He fell to his knees in front of the Irken and instantly started struggling to remove his bag. Then came his jacket and finally his shirt. The last one he tore in two, then reached out to the Irken. As carefully as he could he spread it across the Irkens chest and around his back, then tied it at one of his sides, securing the wound. "Will it heal?" He asked worriedly once he was done.
"Irkens heal quickly," Was Zim's swift reply. Dib noticed that the Irken's teeth were clenched and he looked like he was in severe pain.
"What should I do with your arm?" He asked, reaching out for but not touching the broken appendage.
Zim flopped over onto his back so that the arm was closer to the boy. "Put it into it's natural position," He ordered. "So that I can move it."
"Move?" Dib questioned. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out. Gritting his teeth he ran his hand up the length of the arm, trying his best to stay his nauseous stomach as he felt the broken bones move and slide about underneath his fingertips.
When he was done Zim gave him a stiff nod and jerked the entire side of his body. He did that once, twice, then the arm made an odd snapping noise and the Irken fell back again with a relieved sigh. A moment later he moved it slightly, twitching the fingers one by one.
Dib stared. The arm wasn't necessarily as good as new, but it definitely shaped like an arm now. He made a squeaky sounding exclamation of surprise.
"Yes, yes, you are very impressed," Zim said in response to his look.
"What else?" Dib asked dryly, no longer surprised.
Zim raised an eyebrow at him. "Now?" He replied. He made a gesture with his good hand down the length of his body. "Now you can help me with my broken legs."
It took Dib quite a few minutes to help Zim struggle to repair his distorted body somewhat. Zim was fairly acidic, calling him all sorts of names during the length of it, but Dib didn't care. He figured the sarcasm stemmed from pain and left it at that.
Finally, Zim was all fixed, or at least as much as he was going after having spent a day buried in rumble, and had a bit of his natural green color returning to his face. Dib rocked back on his heels and wiped his brow.
"Can you stand?" Dib asked finally, as he noticed the Invader had begun to try to struggle to his feet.
"Undoubtedly human," Zim snapped. "My legs were broken, not severed from my body--" At that moment his legs gave out like those of a newborn foal, and the alien crumpled forwards.
Dib caught him. "Are you sure?" He asked, fighting to keep the smirk that threatened to join the concern in his voice and on his face.
Zim muttered something unintelligible and scathing sounding under his breath and buried his head against the human's chest.
Dib smiled and carefully hoisted the alien up in his arms as he got to his feet. He put him down again on a relatively bare and unbroken part of the floor and retrieved his jacket. He replaced both that and his bag and readjusted the flashlight on his head before scooping Zim up again. For his part the alien didn't even struggle, except to position himself a bit more comfortably in the human's arms.
They made it all the way back to the exit in silence when Zim finally decided to speak. "Where are we going?" he asked curiously, as he craned his neck to see up the hole.
"To my house," Dib replied, reaching out with one hand to grip the rope he had left hanging there. It was the logical place to go. Zim couldn't very well stay here...
He stopped when Zim visibly started in his arms, then began to struggle. "Zim?" He questioned, letting the rope go to readjust his grip on the alien. He swung his head down to peer at the alien. "What is it?" He asked, concerned.
Zim stop struggling and glowered up at him, raising one had to shield his eyes from the glare off of the flashlight beam. "You'll have to excuse me for being suspicious DIB," The alien replied. "But the LAST time I was anywhere near your home, HORRIBLE things happened to me!"
"Zim..." Sighing, Dib walked away from the exit a bit, then stopped and gently put the alien down on the ground. He removed his breather so that he would look a little less strange and crouched down beside him. "I'm not going to do anything horrible to you. Got that?"
Zim's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
Dib held his hands wide. "I promise." He sighed again, and ran a hand through his hair before looking all about himself. The base's burnt out and destroyed walls were all he saw. "I mean, you can't stay here," he added. "... can you?"
Zim still wouldn't reply. Instead he saw the Irken look away and glare at the ground he sat upon.
Dib took that for a no. He reached forwards and grasped the alien by the shoulders. "Look Zim... I've come this far already." He said. "If you think I'm going to leave this place without you, than you're sadly mistaken."
The alien's eyes flashed back to his face again, and this time his eyes held a minute amount of fear in them. He had seen that look, several months back. Zim was afraid. Of something. The look wavered and the alien looked down, towards his lap again.
Dib's eyes narrowed. He was pretty sure he knew what it was. "Trust me," He added fervently.
Zim's eyes shot back up and the alien glared at him again. "Zim trusts no ONE," He hissed back.
Dib rocked back on his heels. That... kinda hurt. He had just saved the alien's life after all. Again. Not to mention SLEEPING with him. To have Zim say he didn't trust anyone...
Dib merely shrugged and turned away, climbing back to his feet again. "Fine then," he said abruptly, forcing a cold tone into his voice. He reached the rope and tugged on it, then began to tie it around his waist. "You can stay here if you want Zim." He said blithely. "Just know that once I go, I'm not coming back here ever again." He smirked in the alien's general direction. "You can die here for all I care." He was fairly sure that without his pak, Zim wouldn't be able to scale the wall back to the outside... not with two legs that presently wouldn't support his weight. He laughed out loud. "Imagine that! Zim the ALIEN," He applied empathize to the word 'alien'. "Dying right here on earth among the humans he so dearly HATES... ah well," Cheerfully he kicked off from the floor and began to climb back up the wall.
The noise from his feet hitting twisted metal as he climbed nearly caused him to miss the sound of Zim's voice. Nearly. But he had heard something...
Dib stopped, swinging in one place a few feet above the ground. "What was that?" He called back cheerfully.
"... don't." Zim repeated softly.
Dib grinned and hopped back down to the ground. "I still didn't hear you," He said in a bit of a sing song voice as he untied himself again. Now he was just being mean and he knew it, but it was a rare time that he actually had a real advantage over the alien. The feeling of power was somewhat heady. He began to walk back over to where he left him..
"Don't leave!" Zim yelled at him loudly as he approached, distraught. Dib watched as he balled his hands into little fists. "Horrible human, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!"
He reached Zim at the same time as the alien completed his sentence. The alien's fists fell against him, the punches from the unbroken arm hitting him decidedly harder than the punches from the newly broken one. Dib gathered the alien up in his arms even as he bucked and fought against him, more than a little upset.
"Shh..." Dib soothed, turning back towards the rope. "It's okay." He held the alien to himself tightly, running his hands comfortingly up and down his back.
The alien calmed considerably as Dib walked. After a moment his arms carried up to hesitantly loop around the human's neck. His face came down to lie against Dib's neck and there it rested, the alien's trembling breaths cool and moist against his skin.
"I don't like you," Zim muttered as the human set about re-tying the rope around his waist. As he spoke his arms tightened around Dib's neck. Despite his words, there was no way on earth he was letting the human go.
Dib smiled to himself. "I know," he replied. "But right now I'm the closest thing to a friend you've got Zim. The faster you realize that, the better off we'll BOTH be." With that he kicked off from the ground and began to climb upwards.
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