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Prologue

The earth trembled beneath his feet, as if trying to contemplate what had just been brought forth. It seemed as if the universe itself was sobbing over the inevitable loss of its baby. Surely an object such as this would cripple the fragile world.

Caverns erupted in the crust, opening wider and wider until they were chasms, then canyons, then trenches. A high-pitched wail screeched through the world, echoing off the newly formed mountains and valleys. Lava, shining brilliantly, burst from the rock to make oceans of liquid fire. The sky went dim; was it from the smoke, or something else?
A single sentence hung in the sky, suspended by disbelief as well as other invisible forces: RAM ADDRESS NOT FOUND.


The battered and tired frog slumped down by the stump that a lazy human had left behind. His canteen was empty. His supplies had run out days ago. He couldn’t live off the land anymore; the fruit trees had been replaced with an abomination of the landscape, rows after rows of rocks and duplicates of Tom Nook’s store.
He couldn’t stay here long. His skills as an engineer had gotten him this far, hiding from enemies and making makeshift water filters so the local water was safe for him to drink. But the enemy, the humans, had somehow turned reality into a weapon. The villagers weren’t people anymore. They had started spouting strange gibberish and every letter they wrote was full of some sort of mysterious mathematical system, probably base-16 by the looks of it. But it didn't end with that.

The landscape was assaulted next. Rocks sprang up from nothingness, holes dug themselves, entire buildings were dropped from the pockets of the humans. Devastation previously unbeknownst to the village had soaked his brain for days on end. He needed to leave or be the next part of it.

The pain of making his family leave was still fresh in his mind.

“Camofrog, my love!”

It was Jambette.

“Get on the train! Leave!”

Camofrog turned swiftly, hoping to see the face of his lover and wife. It had been three months since he had left to fight the humans. Jambette stayed home, tending to their infant son. They had a tearful goodbye; she knew that the skills Camofrog possessed could save them all, he knew that if he failed in his mission, he would doom all three.
The bell tower rang to mark eight o’clock, shaking him from his flashback in a flashback. The morning was crisp and clear, and a layer of dew had settled on the green, healthy grass. If you were a beetle, you would have been able to hear the light footsteps of the young, vibrant human coming your way.

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Twelve was the only human in the secluded town of Central, the town he called home. He had lived there for his entire life, having never left it. Not that he needed to, as Central had anything and everything a young boy could ever need. Friendship, fruit and financing options for his home were all provided by the local townsfolk or the wildlife, free of charge.

The Player had done well when choosing a place for Twelve to live. This town was by far the perfect place for anyone to live, regardless of their lives previous to this point. The Player, who controlled Twelve’s every action save for his mouth and his thoughts, obviously cared a great deal for his creation; why else would Twelve get to live in such an amazing place?

Twelve had only ever met one other entity similar to himself, another human. This human seemed… lifeless, somehow. His eyes were always glazed over, like he wasn’t really where they seemed to be. His breathing was constant, whether he was crawling or sprinting. The human never ate and rarely spoke, usually with short words and sentences. Surely this person was alive?

Twelve did know something about the human; his name was “Pikachoo”.

Occasionally, Twelve would open the Town Gates, at the behest of The Player of course. The Town Gates were the most vital part of the town; they provided face-to-face contact with the outside world. Letters were fine and dandy, but you couldn’t tell  what the person looked like when they wrote it. There was one time when Twelve accidentally assumed that Joey, one of the villagers was serious about calling him stupid. Twelve stormed down to Joey’s house, ready to light him up, when Joey burst out laughing because Twelve didn’t see the sarcasm. Misunderstandings like that happened fairly often.

On top of that, Town Gates were better than letters because they allowed for faster trade, too. You could quickly and easily haggle prices if you were bartering something, or if someone were part of a giveaway they could simply drop the items and leave, rather than sending the letters one at a time through the mail. Town Gates connected the world far better than anything else.

Pikachoo, though, was the only human who had ever come through the town gates. He would scurry through the gate, eyes still not moving. Pikachoo would sometimes use the ABD and withdraw money, or he would walk around for a little bit, asking where Twelve “wanted it”. Then he’d dig into his pockets and pull out all kinds of crazy objects, and then THANK Twelve for using his “service”. He gave Twelve thousands of Bells and dozens of valuable objects, and THANKED Twelve! Who did that? And where did they get all these rare things?

Twelve tried to push the thought of Pikachoo out of his mind; there was no use focusing on something that was out of his control like that. Shoot, nearly everything was out of Twelve’s control. See, Twelve was directly controlled by The Player. The Player was the closest Twelve had ever come to knowing a deity; The Player controlled Twelve’s every move, save for his mind and his mouth. There was little need to worry about anything; The Player could solve all problems, no matter the complexity.

When Twelve first gained consciousness, for example, he was being informed that he had just acquired an insurmountable debt to “pay off” his first house. Twelve didn’t want to pay the debt! It was too big! But The Player showed Twelve how to dig holes and plant fruit trees, and which fruits sold for more at Nook’s Cranny. The Player even taught Twelve how to write letters to the other villagers so they would give him rare fruits that he could plant.

Twelve trusted The Player, as he had every day since his first day in Central. He had seen villagers come and go, and while a few of them had stayed, like Joey and Camofrog, but most of them seemed to move pretty quickly once they had a good look around. Twelve didn’t mind, though. He enjoyed seeing the new faces.

Twelve opened the Town Gates, at the instruction of The Player, and waited for a moment. The gigantic wooden doors were obviously aged, probably older than anything else in the town, save for Tortimer. If you looked closely, you could even see small engravings in the corners, probably of ancient battles and historic events. It was enough to make one’s imagination go wild.

Oh, look! Pikachoo has appeared!
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Camofrog checked over the explosives for the third time in as many minutes. His hands were shaking; wouldn’t yours be too? If even a small gust of wind threw the packages off course, he could hurt someone, and badly. But that was worth the risk, considering the consequences of not releasing them at all.

His plan had to succeed. What alternatives were there? After all, Pikachoo wasn’t a threat to the town, because if he were to strike then he would have done so a million Bells ago. Twelve could be a threat, but intimidation would probably keep him from doing any harm in the long run. And if worse came to worse, he could have one of the villagers do the dirty work for him. Humans were easily frightened once you figured out what their deepest fears were. It was how he survived the Great Seed War...

He checked the inflation of the balloons. For some reason, these idiotic college students in another town had started releasing presents into the air using balloons. They weren’t anything special, just some guy blowing air into a sack of rubber and throwing it. Camofrog dealt with these all the time in his college days.

These balloons, though, were a special kind that he had developed; they were camouflaged to blend in with the sky on a sunny day such as this one. He had treated the rubber himself, making sure to use helium so the explosives would be carried properly. Engineers were dangerous people when pushed to desperation, and so were veterans. Camofrog was both.

He released the balloons.
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Pikachoo scurried out of the gates, like normal, and began dropping bags of Bells in front of the Bus Stop, as was the routine. They had probably done this about a dozen times now, almost. Twelve secretly wished sometimes The Player hadn’t spent all the money and let Twelve buy a throne for himself. Even in his darkest thoughts, though, Twelve knew it was better for The Player to instruct him.

Pikachoo dropped the last of his cash and scurried over to the Town Gate to leave. He spoke briefly with the guardsmen, who nodded their heads and opened the gate. It was almost sad, seeing Pikachoo leave. Even though he never hardly said anything, it was nice to see another human.

The gigantic wooden doors had only just closed when Twelve noticed the balloons. He looked up and saw a bright, blue horizon, dotted with clouds and the occasional present, and for a moment, everything was peaceful. In a split second, Twelve’s life changed forever.

His eardrums burst as the present-bombs went off. Chunks of the Town Gate flew off in all directions, landing sometimes dozens of yards from their origin. One the size of a baseball whizzed by his head. The flagpole was knocked over; the guards ran out of the building screaming. Splinters of the doors embedded themselves in the nearby trees, sticking out like short, angry branches. It seemed like the Town Gate had given up on its own existence and was placing a permanent reminder in its surroundings. The Earth itself appeared to be sobbing at the thought of the gate being destroyed.

And then, just as subtly as it started, everything was quiet again.
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The ensuing investigation was enormous. Police combed through every aspect of Central. The villagers were asked to let the police search their homes, and upon refusing (which nearly every villager did), a judge would provide them with a warrant. They opened drawers and overturned mattresses. They tapped on wood flooring and used black lights. They dug up every facet of the person’s life, even going so far as to raid their journals, if they kept one.

The townsfolk were too scared to object, even though they knew they could. Yes, the children were afraid of the big, burly uniformed men storming into their house. But a bomber had to be caught, right? And you could stand having a few of your rights revoked temporarily, so long as he was caught, couldn’t you? The question was posed many times during the subsequent city council sessions.

Twelve watched from his window as Joeys’ house was raided. The police were raiding at night more than they were during the day. He could barely see the outlines of the villagers through the precipitation, but the screeches echoed through the rainfall clearly. He had refused to let them in, even when they presented the warrant. He could see Joey, almost a shadow, lying on the ground. They had probably tried to arrest him, and when he resisted, they resorted to violence.

The police had gone too far! Twelve knew he had to do something!

He had earned the katana a few months ago, at Nook’s monthly prize drawing. It was a fine sword, one clearly built more for decoration than fighting, but the blade was sharp nonetheless. Joey had done nothing wrong. He deserved better.

Twelve grabbed the katana and tied the sheath to his belt before heading outside. He would talk to the dogs first before trying to rescue Joey. If they didn’t attack him, then he would have no need to defend himself with the sword.

Twelve approached the house. Hopefully he would sound braver than he was.
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“Hey! What are you doing to Joey?” His voice rang clearly, despite the downpour. It was a good thing he had kept the katana in its sheath; the rain would be bad for the metal.

“Who goes there?” The voice was Officer Copper’s.

“I am Twelve, the human. What are you doing to Joey?”

Twelve could now fully see Joey and the officers. Officer Booker stood Joey up and put handcuffs on him. Booker's posture was odd; it was like he was reluctant and angry at the same time.

“Twelve, get out of here! Leave the town! They’ll come for y-“

Joey was interrupted by a punch to the gut from Copper. He collapsed on the ground again, this time probably unconscious.

“Leave, citizen. We have orders to be here.” Copper barked. “And we have to finish our investigation.”

Twelve stepped back and rested his hand on the hilt of the katana. He hoped it would stay in the sheath.

“Listen, if you have an investigation to complete, that’s fine. But I’m not going to let you sit here and beat my neighbor unconscious because someone else blew up the Town Gate. It’s his home you’re barging into, and you don’t belong there.”

Officer Copper brought himself up to his full four feet and six inches and strode over to Twelve, boots squashing in the mud. He placed his hand on Twelve’s shoulder, softly, like he was feeling for something.

“Twelve, look me in the eyes.” He growled. “Can you honestly tell me that Joey wasn’t the one who destroyed the Town Gate? Can you look me in the eyes and say that he didn’t?”

Twelve stammered, something he was not prone to doing. “I was there, a-a-and, he wasn’t anywhere near it, and you and Booker were there too, a-a-and you guys didn’t see h-h-him either.”

Copper nodded his head, and began tapping his fingers on Twelve’s back. “Then you must be the one who did it. As you said, you know Joey didn’t do it, and you were there when it happened.” Copper deftly placed his fingers on the pressure point on Twelve’s back and pushed. Hard. Twelve collapsed on the ground.

The last thing he heard before falling into unconsciousness was the commanding voice of Copper. “Leave him, Booker. Let’s cuff him and take him to the station. Grab the sword too.” As his eyes shut, Twelve could briefly feel someone lifting him up, but then he blacked out.

It wasn’t the first time Twelve had been woken up with a cold, wet slap across the face, but it was certainly the first time that had happened when he hadn’t been charged with anything. Twelve blinked rapidly, trying to clear the moisture from his eyes, while his eyes adjusted to the light at the same time. The cell was very cold, despite having a window to let in sunlight. Twelve shivered.

“They got you too, eh?”
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This story seems interesting. What also interests me is that you aren't freaking out about Russia here.
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Trust me, Ian, it gets even better!
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See, in the rare occasion that someone needed to be arrested, the town of Central would have to rent out jail space from the one of the neighboring towns. Typically the police force’s account would pay the bill to save the city the cost of paying an accountant (they charge by the hour), and if multiple people were arrested, like in the Great Toilet Heist of ‘68, they would put them in separate cells.

However, when the police dogs checked the balance before paying the bill, they found that it hadn’t been refilled with the usual check from the city. Every month, at the beginning of the month, when the checkbook was balanced, the police station would receive a cash infusion to cover that month’s expenses. Considering that Central had no education system (there were no children), nor any need to spend money on roads (patterns do the trick just fine), and thus no need to spend any money on those things, the police station always received a little more than enough for the month.

Except for this one. In fact, it looked almost as if it had been emptied. The police contacted the city to inquire on when their funds were to be sent, but they had received no response. Curiously, it seemed they were being ignored.

Unfortunately for the police department, the town they rented the holding cells from needed payment upfront, meaning the town of Central had no place to put its criminals for the night. Department regulation didn’t cover what to do if they couldn’t be housed, but the lawbreakers certainly couldn’t go back to their homes, or sleep on the ground. Being public servants, the officers did what they had to do. Copper locked himself and them in the Lost and Found section of the Police Station, making sure to keep them handcuffed. After all, if you don’t have a holding cell, where else are you going to put them?

Booker, meanwhile, knocked on the villager’s doors at 3 AM to beg for money to house the prisoners.

The police department decided that only one cell was enough for the criminals.

“What, are you stupid? I’m talkin’ to you.” Camofrog was snapping his fingers in front of Twelve’s face. “If you ain’t gonna eat it, I’m takin’ it. Say something.” Twelve blinked. His head hurt pretty badly from the fight the night before; even with mud, hitting your head on the ground will give you a migraine that’ll kick you around into next week.

“Did Copper finally get us that cell? Which town are they using?” Twelve asked. He glanced down at the bread roll on the lunch tray next to him, and munched on it thoughtfully.

“They sent us to our sister city, BtrDedThnRd. Just being here makes me want to start propaganda wars. So what are you in here for?”
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Twelve finished off his roll and belched. He was hungry: having not eaten since lunch the previous day, it was understandable. He took a swig of the soup, and turned to face Camofrog.

“Remember how the police dogs were going from house to house with warrants, basically forcing and intimidating their way in the other night? I saw them beat Joey, you know Joey, I saw them beating him until they knocked him unconscious. A while back I got a decoration katana from Nook’s monthly lottery, so I grabbed it and headed outside to confront them. They don’t have the right to beat someone for not letting them in, y’know? So I confront them.

I asked them what they were doing. They barked at me to go home, no pun intended. I asked again, and said I wouldn’t let them beat Joey for protecting his home, because he didn’t do it.. Copper asked why not, and how I knew he didn’t do it. He noticed that I misspoke, and he used it as probable cause by twisting my words. Next thing I knew, he got a pressure point somehow and knocked me unconscious. What are you in for?”

Camofrog chuckled. “I bombed the Town Gate. Right after they hit Joey’s house, and then yours, but you were still out, they hit mine. They found the bomb workshop and everything, man. So they put me on the ground, cuffed me in both uses of the word, and dragged the two of us to the Lost and Found. Dirtbags even got the county sheriffs in on the raid.”

Camofrog let out a giggle, almost a childish one. “Do you know why you’re really here, Twelve? Because you were going to end up here anyway.”

Twelve nearly choked on his soup, not an easy feat. “What did you just say?!!?”

Officer Copper entered the cell and handed the keys back to the jailor. “Camofrog, you’re free to go. Don’t make me do this again.” Copper turned to Twelve. “You, sir, are going to have to face a trial soon. I’m going to have to leave you here until the trial. We’ve asked this town’s police department not to allow you any visitors unless they think you’ve had good behavior. Got it?”

Camofrog cleared his throat and gestured at Twelve. Copper shook his head. They were clearly in disagreement over something.

“He comes with me, Copper.”

Officer Copper growled at Camofrog. “He assaulted me last night. He stays.”
Camofrog stared at Copper for several seconds, unblinking. He clearly had some kind of weight with Copper in a way, almost as if Copper was just… doing what he was told. Camofrog already intimidated people, but he was really putting it on right now.

“Don’t give me that look. You know the law, Frog.”

Camofrog shook his head. “Then it’ll be rewritten before you get back to town. Or you can save yourself the trip and the gas and take us both. Besides, you don’t have the money to keep him another night. You don’t have another option.

Copper growled at Camofrog, and then turned to Twelve. “You and Camofrog are both coming with me. Sign out of the jailhouse and meet me in the squad car parked out front, both of you. I trust you won’t be running anywhere.”

Camofrog turned to Twelve, with a grin wider than a Buick. Whatever his plan was, it had succeeded. “Well, let’s get out of here, what do you say, bunkie?” Camofrog took a pen and began signing papers.
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We'll see. It depends on if I can get fanfiction.net to let me post a new chapter, cause it's dumb.
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One question. Why are you so patriotic? The thing is, we aren't living in the 1950s, so there's not very much of a reason to have such a fear of Communism. Otherwise... this story is very interesting and I can't wait for more.
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He's just jesting.
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I never kid about my country and its potential threats.
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To me, it has never been a threat Communism isn't a threat anymore. That's my thought though, please continue with your thought because it's what you believe.
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I also snuck a bit of a political commentary into this story when I wrote it. The whole thing asks a bunch of uncomfortable questions, from police actions to the morality of cloning and whatnot. It's... this is probably ny greatest work up to this point. Not particularly funny, but it asks a lot of questions.
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Also, I am beginning work on the sequel to Edge starting now. I'm going to try and fit it to people unfamiliar with the Animal Crossing Community, because its a bit ACC-centric.
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The ride back to Central was tense. Twelve and Camofrog were both kept in handcuffs, but it didn’t seem to deter the amphibian from making conversation with Copper. Camofrog kept the tone lively and upbeat, but the only person who seemed to care was himself. Copper wouldn’t say anything; neither would Twelve.

There was just one thought running through Twelve’s head as he looked out the window. What did Camofrog mean by “You were going to end up here anyway?”

Twelve signed the papers at the Police Station, this time Central’s station, and he was officially released. His wrists were still asleep from the handcuffs cutting off his circulation. Handcuffs suck.

Twelve immediately headed over to the still smoldering remains of the Town Gate. It had been a few days since he had last been here, but whatever it was that Camofrog had used to take this thing down, it was supposed to keep burning for a while. He poked around the rubble for several minutes, not really sure what he was expecting. Rocks… rocks… more rocks… The whole thing was a bunch of rocks and bricks, blasted to pieces. Twelve kicked a brick on the top of the pile and watched it fall to the bottom and break in half.

Wait, it broke exactly in half?

He dashed over to the brick and examined it closely. It was a bit lighter than the other bricks for some reason. The break was clean. Perfectly clean. In fact, it split right down the middle of the brick. Twelve quickly pocketed the pieces, checked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and ran home. There was something wrong about this.

“No, no, no!” Camofrog slammed his fist on the desk. “Why didn’t my patch work?” He exclaimed. He got up from the chair and walked over the refrigerator. Some FroggieDrink would help him relax, and maybe figure out this problem. His head felt like it had been pinched down. It was pretty difficult wrapping his head around programming, but he didn’t have much choice.

Camofrog fixed the drink, and moved to the computer again. He ran the RAM search one last time; they had to be in here somewhere. It was his last shot.

Twelve turned the brick pieces over in his hands. Bricks didn’t break evenly; in fact, Twelve had never seen a brick get broken before. They never even had wear and tear before Camofrog bombed them. Twelve tossed one half at the wall. These stupid bricks and their confounding properties. Nothing had ever worn out or broken, save for axes, until Camofrog had bombed the Gate.

The brick hit the wall with a resounding clang (clang?) and hit the floor. It broke evenly in half, again. This was an odd brick.

But a small, black object the size of a thumb also fell out of the brick. Twelve examined it closer.

It was a thumb drive. Huh.
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He turned it over in his hands. It was a model from a few years ago; the newer ones were much larger and looked less like a dump and more like a portable storage for files. This one was fairly bulky for the capacity it had, even for its day; only two gigabytes. Twelve had an desktop computer his Gyroid was holding on to. Now would be a good time to use it and see what was up with this thing.

Twelve dragged the power socket to the writing desk and plugged it in. He initiated the bootup sequence, and installed the updates. Everything normally done when getting out an old computer again, he did. Updates, reboots, configurations, all of it. Finally, he manoeuvred past them, and got down to business.

Twelve grabbed the thumb drive and gently plugged it into the port. Then he flipped it over again, because he had it on the wrong side. Then, he flipped it again. The computer recognized the thumb drive and pulled up its contents. It was just a single file, labeled “at_the_edge_of_the_non_universe.exe”. He copied it to his desktop, got his shoes on, and tried to ease his nerves.

Twelve grabbed the thumb drive and headed to the Post Office. There was no way a brick just happened to hold a thumb drive. That didn’t happen. And the file name? ‘At the Edge of the Non Universe’? Dad would know.

Twelve came from a long line of hackers, crackers and extremely nerdy computer fans. Dad was one of the best. He had once broken into Tom Nook’s central database, copied the text document of secret codes, and isolated the variables that determined who could use which codes. In other words, he figured out codes than anybody could use to get certain items.

Twelve jogged the rest of the way there. He had enough stationery to make the Post Office send an emergency package out, so he would write four letters to his mom and dad. This thumb drive had to get home as soon as possible.
He could see the Post Office coming up on the horizon…! And Camofrog was talking with Peaches by the door! Peaches’ body language was off, though… Camofrog had just offended her or made her feel uncomfortable. It was hard to tell from a distance, let alone how to tell with a horse.

Peaches slapped Camofrog. That made it easy, then. Camofrog offended her.

He decided to keep going to the Post Office. If Camofrog asked what he was doing, Peaches would probably retort with something snarky. Horses be crazy, yo. Thanks to Peaches, he could probably sneak in and send the letters.

“You wouldn’t understand what it’s like to be a lady in my position, neighbor! You’re manipulative and mean, and I don’t want anything to do with you!”

Twelve snuck by, barely inching around Camofrog’s back. He slid into the Post Office, after only cracking the door a couple inches. Pelly saw him, and readied the mailbag. “Hello! What can I help you with?” Twelve emptied his pockets of the mail and dumped all of it on the counter.

“I need all of these sent as soon as possible. There is no… there’s no “too fast” here, you understand? And whatever you do, keep these on a need-to-know basis. If you have to tell Pete, tell Pete. If you have to put them in a daily report, put it down. But if someone else comes in and asks what I sent? Tell them it was sent with the highest importance.”

Pelly nodded and set the letters in the mailbag. She whistled, in a way that only a pelican could, and Pete entered from the backroom.

“Again??? I just went out three hours ago! How many letters is Booker going to send his girlfriends in one day?” Pete rubbed his eyelids. He was wearing pajamas… and no pants. Pelly giggled as Twelve left the Post Office.

“You sure took a while, Twelve. Took your own sweet time, you did.” Said the voice beyond Twelve's door.
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