"You know, visiting hours were over a few hours ago. I understand that you and Charlie are dating but it's already been two days Ms. Lopez, and it's unhygienic for you to just stay in that spot. We are a hospital after all and while I sympathize—"
Santana frowned and tilted her head towards the nurse who was attempting to kick her out. "You picked the short straw today didn't you?" The nurse flushed a deep red, and she rolls her eyes as she reaches for her cup of coffee. It had gone cold but it was nothing that she couldn't warm up on her own. "I'll tell you what I told the nurse yesterday. I'm not leaving. She was delirious, maybe even going through some form of Stockholm Syndrome and quite frankly I'm the only one with the firepower to keep her safe."
The nurse forced a smile onto her lips, "Yes but according to Kurt, you were with her when she was taken. There is increased security around this facility. FBI, military personnel—Prometheus has even hired a private security force. She's probably the safest person on the planet at this moment."
"But she won't wake up, it's been two days. I know I didn't hit her that hard," Santana points out.
"We don't detect any damage to her brain, and from what we can tell from the EEG, the electrical activity in her brain has started to pick up, I've never seen anything quite like it. What we do know is that she's severely dehydrated and malnourished. Hence the IV, she was probably delirious when you found her. No one blames you, in fact many of us are grateful for bringing her back in one piece. She might have been a danger to herself or others. That being said Ms. Lopez, you need to rest as well before you drop. It's also been suggested that until you actually 'charge up' as you call it that you stop using your abilities."
Santana studied the nurse for a moment, "I'll take everything you said into advisement, but I'm not leaving. She shouldn't wake up alone, she might still be disorientated or something."
The nurse sighed, "Well I tried, though when her visitors show up tomorrow, perhaps you could take that shower. Even if you do want to be the first person she sees, it shouldn't be of you looking incredibly disheveled."
"Okay," Santana said dismissively. She personally believed that Ruth would insist that she shower, it's not as if the hospital didn't have the facilities. Maybe she should have Quinn head to her place and get a duffel bag filled with her stuff. It was a thought, even though Quinn seemed to be more focused on her stupid relationship with Rachel. She wanted to make a comment, but it was Quinn's life. If she and Rachel wanted to pretend that their relationship wasn't built on lies and cheating, then she was going to let them have it.
Or whatever. She wasn't a saint by any means but she had better things to worry about than Quinn trying to get in the Hobbit's pants. She sighs, and looks at Charlie frowning, she didn't quite understand why Charlie wasn't awake. All this information about dehydration and malnourishment didn't mean anything to her. She leans back in her chair and just watches Charlie's breathing.
It was the only constant, she hadn't told anyone that Charlie had broken up with her. She was simply going to ignore it, she missed drinking Charlie's expensive wine, she missed spending the time drinking and just talking with her. The food, the playful smirks, it was easy. There had been no expectations and she didn't know why she had spooked Charlie. She may have been the smartest person on the planet but emotionally mature she was not.
When she sees it, she almost thinks she might be hallucinating. After all, Charlie hasn't moved for days. But the fluttering of her fingers is followed by a groan that confirms that this is really happening.
"Charlie?" Santana felt her own voice crack as she looked for any sign of consciousness.
"Why does it feel like the day I woke up from Brittany's shitty experiment to see how much alcohol would it take to make us stupid?" Charlie mumbled as she attempted to lift her arm to rub her head. Her eyes flutter open when she feels the resistant. Her eyes flicker down to the medical restraints placed around her wrist, an IV in her arm. "What the fuck is this?"
"You're in the hospital." Santana says, attempting to be as gentle.
She's tired. Exhausted even, but there is still work to do. Her head hurts, but she doesn't even really have the capacity to think about it. "Then get me the fuck out of here. I've got to go."
Santana clenches her jaw, trying to quell the irritation at Charlie acting—well acting like herself. Charlie's practically slurring her words. "No. You're going to stay right here and do whatever it takes to get better."
"Which fucking hospital? You can't keep me here. Legally you can't keep me here, it's fucking kidnapping."
"It's not fucking kidnapping! It's called saving your damn life." Santana snaps.
Charlie jerked her arms again and turned to Santana angrily. She needed to go back to her lab and go to Artemis. As far as she was concerned Santana was being unreasonable. She was supposed to listen to her and do whatever "I wasn't in any danger, and I didn't ask for you to save me, so how about you let me go and let me walk out of here, and I'll forgive you."
"You'll forgive me?" Santana sputters. She blames it on the fact that she's been worried out of her mind and is running on virtually no sleep. "I saved your life. And I know that you might be too much of a knucklehead to actually understand, but you could have been killed."
"You think that matters? I almost had it. Artemis is my responsibility. Now she's loose and—"
"You need to rest." Santana declares firmly. Charlie was still clearly delirious.
"She is out there alone."
"Charlie this is Stockholm Syndrome; we'll get you the best therapists in the world—you can talk about it. It may seem real to you but this Artemis person was fake. Is fake, they kidnapped you. Also you and Elaine are both women you don't have the right parts to—"
Charlie stared at Santana like she had grown another head. Why were people so fucking slow? Santana was generally a lot quicker than this. "Oh for fucks sake, Artemis is an AI. A damaged AI. One that Lauren Zizes apparently stole from me and unleashed onto the world. You have someone who is potentially smarter than I am running around. She was the one that was hacking into Prometheus. I created her, it was my attempt to I don't know be closer to Elaine. I said that I'd be there when she woke up, you kidnapped me."
'You were delirious and seriously malnourished. Artemis, she—it—whatever, Artemis is the one who kidnapped you." Santana corrects.
"I was busy. When I'm busy, I forget to eat. And sleep." Charlie shrugs. "Now get me the hell out of here."
"No."
"No?" Charlie scoffs with a bitter laugh. "You're not my head of security anymore, Santana. Fuck, you aren't my anything anymore. Or did I not make myself clear?"
"Charlie—"
"I don't want you anymore." Charlie punctuates clearly, trying to leave no room for mistake. She's furious and she hopes her words are enough to make Santana give up this ridiculous crusade to save her. Charlie doesn't need to be saved. She just needs the chance to fix this.
"I know, you've made that abundantly clear," Santana says flatly. She wasn't going to let Charlie get under her skin, "I'm only here because I feel guilty for knocking you out. Kurt nearly lost his mind when he found out that I hit you, they ran multiple brain scans but nothing seemed to be amiss. Since I'm not your anything, I don't have to let you out. So I'm going to sit back down, and sit here and watch you rest. Think of this as a time out."
"You're joking." Charlie says flatly, but by Santana's set jaw she suddenly isn't so sure.
"Try me." Santana responded taking a seat. She crosses her legs and leans back in her chair this was probably going to be her last attempt to salvage what they had.
Charlie pulled on her restraints again, before giving up. It would be easier to force Santana to free her, or wait until the nurse came to check in on her. If she remembered correctly she would only have to wait an hour. "How long have I been here?"
"Long enough that everyone was starting to worry about you." Santana frowns. "People thought that you were dead."
"Obviously I'm not." Charlie points out. "I was fine; I was in one of my laboratories Santana. I wasn't kept in a dark dungeon somewhere."
"Yeah but I didn't know that. You like to remind everyone in the room that you're the smartest person. That your intelligence makes you smarter than everyone else. Now if you were operating on the information that I had at the time what would your conclusions be?"
"My conclusions would have been the same as yours, without any further evidence presenting itself. However, I'm telling you that I was fine—"
"You weren't fine, otherwise you would have contacted us." Santana's eyes narrowed as the thought finally came to her. "Why didn't you contact us?"
"It wasn't—" Charlie begins and frowns. "There was a problem, I got absorbed in fixing it. If it makes you feel better, I did think about calling someone."
"It doesn't. Your parents were trying to take control of your estate."
"They wouldn't do that. Ray and—"
"Not the Puckermans." Santana shakes her head. "Your parents. Russell and Judy?"
Charlie scoffs. She should have known that Russell would come around like a shark smelling blood in the water. "I would have wished them luck. I have a will, medical power of attorney and financial power of attorney. That's what a board is for. I have taken every step necessary to make sure that my parents aren't entitled to anything more than the monthly stipend I already provide to them." Charlie shrugs. "I mean you're in my will, I change that thing all the time. You were going to get all my expensive booze."
"Am I supposed to be grateful?" Santana questions after a moment. "I like drinking your expensive booze with you. And when you're not there I do it to annoy the crap out of you. It's our thing. You think I want your crappy booze? Who am I supposed to drink it with? Quinn? She's still trying to be with Rachel."
"The fact that we're drinking buddies—"
"We were far more than that."
"No, we weren't. I was your replacement for Quinn and as fun as living out my teenaged fantasies were; you took it too far."
Santana frowned, "Is that what you think that this is—or was? Me using you to get over Quinn? Cause you know that's bullshit. I—"
"We're identical twins. You decided for whatever reason to come to me after you found out that my sister was cheating on you. You live under me. You come into my apartment and steal my food and drinks. You break in whenever you want because you don't want to be alone with your own thoughts about what went wrong. You can't be in love with me. Your feelings for Quinn haven't died yet. The fact that my sister is currently dating Rachel which pisses you off is proof of that."
"I don't like Rachel on principle. Annoying midget-like creatures from the eighties deserve to be hated." Santana retorts.
"You are deluding yourself if you think that we are anything more than—"
"No. You know what? I know what you're doing and it's too bad that I have decades of experience dealing with that classic Fabray manipulation. You broke up with me because you're scared. But that's what you've always been. A goddamn coward."
"How dare you—"
"No. You're a coward Charlie Fabray. That's why Quinn and I and everybody else around you has to step up and try to be a hero while you hide behind your superior intellect and decide that you are better than all the rest of us. You created a monster that's going to destroy everything because of your own selfish pride. But then you have the gall to claim that all of this is my fault? Fuck you, but you aren't getting rid of me that easily. So rest—do whatever you have to do in order to get better and then we'll solve this fucking Artemis problem together."
"I don't need your help."
"Too bad. I'm helping whether you like it or not." Santana declares.
Charlie flops her head against the pillows, petulantly. There's not a person alive who would dare talk to her this way, not even Kurt. She generally just had to narrow her eyes and he would shut up. Who did Santana think she was? She definitely wasn't Charlie's mother. Charlie had a mother, Yes, Judy was a terrible human being that Charlie wouldn't trust if her life depended on it, but that didn't mean she needed Santana to swoop in and try to take care of her. "You're only going to be in the way."
"I don't care."
"You could get hurt."
"So could you." Santana retorts. "Besides I'm the one with superpowers."
"I'm the smartest person on the planet."
"So you keep saying, but Brittany tells me she always beats you at chess and she's three IQ points higher than you—"
"It's within the margin of error."
Santana scoffed, "Sure it is."
Charlie resists the urge to smile at this, instead choosing to focus on the problem at hand. "Artemis was never supposed to have this much interaction with the outside world. I wasn't even sure if I was going to activate her. She's a child Santana. She's a child, one that is curious and dangerous. So if you want me to rest, then you need to go and find her and bring her here."
Santana bit her lip, "I'll call Kurt, he sent a retrieval team to bring everything into one of Prometheus's secure locations. Something about how you have a weird habit of creating dangerous things. So she's probably safe and sound. I'm sure he has an inventory of everything that was put away. You made sure that Prometheus put fail-safes in place, in case something you created ever did fall into the wrong hands. I'll have him email the inventory over to my phone and show you alright?"
Charlie grimaced, she could hear Santana's tone, it would simply have to do. "Fine."
~O~
After what felt like hours of torturous instructions and repeating them back to Charlie until she could do it perfectly, Santana sighs and pushes the button to take the elevator to the vault. Charlie wouldn't be able to really relax and let herself get better until all this Artemis nonsense was taken care of.
She barely waits for the elevator doors to open again before she pulls out the phone Charlie had made her promise to use. This whole thing was ridiculous. Artemis didn't need food and water, and yet Charlie was concerned and she didn't quite understand why. She sighs and calls Charlie waiting until her face appears on the phone a suspicious brown sauce around her lips. "Are you eating Ruth's ribs?" Santana demands immediately, her jaw dropping.
Charlie dragged her tongue around her lips, licking up the barbeque sauce. 'Yes. I'm actually pretty hungry and it smelled quite good. Now I assume that you're there?'
Santana watched as Charlie brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. "You bitch. You insisted so Ruth couldn't make me some!"
'You are a bottomless pit Santana, and would have eaten them all. Besides for whatever reason you insist you love me, which means going down to my vault and freeing my artificial intelligence, because I'm in a hospital bed and you and everyone else seem to think that I should stay here and rest.'
'Tell her that there is still a plate for her when she comes back.' Ruth insists.
'That plate wasn't for me?' Charlie frowns and narrows her eyes. 'Fine I'll take some more cornbread, and a few more ribs and that mashed potato. Please and thank you.'
Santana rolls her eyes, but the promise of ribs almost makes her postpone this whole mission to get back as soon as possible. But Charlie needed this, so she would rescue Charlie's brain child from the vault. If anything it would move their relationship along. Or at least they would fall back into old habits. Ruth seemed to approve of the odd union, at least she was open and nice to her. She wasn't quite sure what Ray thought; he didn't seem to say much at all. "Alright so I'm going to enter the temporary pass code that Kurt gave me now. Did I mention that you probably should think of a less ominous name than the vault?"
'It's an adequate name. It is one of my many vaults. Not all my ideas are safe for humanity, or I have made the determination that humanity isn't ready for it. That it would change the balance of power far too much. Also while they may be in a Prometheus storage facility, the technology in there belongs to me. It took a bit of convincing with the board to let me have it, there may have been threats involved, downright bribery was also involved, and when that didn't work I replaced board members until they saw the wisdom in my choice.'
It seems a little too much like something out of a comic book, but maybe that's where Charlie got the idea. There was a reason everyone thought she was a super villain. "So basically what you're saying is that Prometheus, a multinational corporation, has weapons of mass destruction?"
'Not any conventional weapons of mass destruction, also nothing that could cause catastrophic loss of life. I keep those plans in my head. Once it's out there—well I do not want anyone from any government getting their hands on it through any means. Now focus, Artemis might be scared.'
"Great. That makes me feel so much better." Santana shakes her head. She pushes the buttons so she can enter the vault. Truthfully it didn't seem that secure to her. She would talk to Charlie about it. Even if Charlie insisted that few people knew about her vault, it still needed to be more secure than Fort Knox.
The door opens with a soft whoosh and she heads directly to the right, which according to Charlie's detailed instructions.
'Santana? What's happening now? What are you doing?'
"Relax. I know this. Twenty-seven steps to the right, then turn left—"
'Ninety degrees to the left. You've got to be exact—'
"Or what? I'll get lost in the creepy vault?"
'Or you'll step on one of the trigger switches and blow up—or you could be cryo-frozen, or—really, it's just better if you follow my instructions exactly.'
Santana stops at step number nineteen. "Oh," she crinkles her nose at that and turns to look at Charlie on the phone. "You're making that shit up aren't you."
'Am I?'
"A step isn't scientifically accurate. You'd accidentally hurt yourself if you weren't being careful, or you would hurt someone else that came down here. Like me—so unless this was a plan to lure me here and kill me, which you probably wouldn't do in front of Ruth—" Santana smirked when Charlie made a face. "All I'm saying is don't be a dick Charlie."
'Whatever, just find her Santana, I'm not sure if she's online right now but if she is you need to be careful. If you woke up in a strange place, you would be hostile. So don't hold it against her.'
Santana sighed, this whole thing was odd, Charlie rarely showed any care for humans yet she seemed so eager and caring about this creation of hers. "Charlie you know she's not your child right, she was never—"
'I created her Santana. Artemis is my brain child; she is an amalgamation of many things. What I imagine to be the best parts of me and what I imagine to be the very best parts of Elaine—but I was unsure if I was ever going to activate her, and if I did, there were supposed to be protections to be put in place. This was never supposed to happen; she was never supposed to be born like this Santana. Now it's become a case of nurture versus nature, and I'm afraid that nurture is winning, I am hoping that I can reverse the effects that I can teach her to be as human as possible, that I can undo the damage that has been done but I'm not quite sure.'
"I don't get it, maybe I won't ever get it, because I don't see her as a baby. I see her as a threat. She killed Zizes, I mean we weren't friends or anything even resembling that, and I have no fucking clue how Zizes managed to get your hand on that technology but—I guess what's done is done. You're just generally more careful about this."
'I have an idea of how it happened. Truthfully, you became like Kurt and for a few moments I became sloppy. Expecting Dave to be you is simply unfair. You were more than adequate for the job of my bodyguard, Dave—well he's not that bright. Plus, he has been pining over Kurt. I really should fire him.'
Santana rolled her eyes, she wasn't going to get involved, but she did want to know more about how this had happened. She instead chooses to follows Charlie's instructions to the letter and finally comes to a stop and crinkling her nose. "Charlie I don't think that they've sorted through everything and catalogued it yet." There were hundreds of boxes piled up on the shelves haphazardly.
'Well, she would be in the biggest box. So just open that one.' Charlie frowned, she'd have to go down there and arrange everything later. Either way from what she could see Santana was approaching the boxes. 'It shouldn't take that long to find it—'
"Charlie, are you seeing this there's an overturned box—I mean it's not a big one but it's definitely been overturned. You don't think—I thought I was supposed to start her up or whatever." Santana turned the phone so Charlie could get a good look.
Charlie stared at the overturned box, that wasn't supposed to be possible. She reached for the tablet on her bed beside her plate and grabbed it going over the inventory list again. Every item had been catalogued as it had been dismantled. She could see when they had archived Artemis's chassis. The notes even detailed how they had disengaged her from the computer where she had been transferring the data. She grabs the phone again. 'Santana, that's not possible. She shouldn't be able to move. The transfer ended far too early some of the data might have been corrupted, she shouldn't be able to get up and walk around like that. She shouldn't even be able to move.'
Santana was about to respond when the lights flickered causing her to look up. "Charlie—"
Charlie hesitated for a second, before her face grew hard. 'Santana protect yourself.'
"Are you serious right now?" Santana asked feeling the heat beginning to pool under her belly-button and slowly expand. It felt sluggish, not like the usual explosion it normally was. This wasn't good at all. "Charlie, I think I'm low on fuel right now." She glances at her hands, hoping that she could at least cause one of them to light up. It was pitiful, she had spent days with Charlie, days indoors, cooped up in dark rooms trying to figure out where Charlie was. She hadn't been absorbing sunlight like usual.
'What do you mean you're low on fuel—it's not like someone blocked out the sun. It hasn't rained in days—'
"I was busy trying to save your sorry ass," Santana retorts immediately. "I haven't been outside as much as I should, I'm going to need like a week out in the sun as it is. Best I can do right now is this," Santana waved her hand which was glowing in front of the camera. "I know for a fact that I needed to be at full power to take on Zizes, this thing—"
'Artemis—her name is Artemis.' Charlie corrects.
"Whatever. Artemis killed her, and from the crime scene Zizes didn't go down easy." Santana pointed out. It wasn't as if she was scared, she wasn't scared of a stupid robot. She was however worried that this had been far too reckless even by her standards. If she was at full strength she would at least be able to contain the rogue AI until a security team could be dispatched but she wasn't and this AI had already killed one person already.
'Get out. Now. As in leave, and close the vault behind you. If I had known that you were walking in there defenseless—'
"I'm not a defenseless maiden that needs to be protected Charlie. Look you did say that she was learning and that you spent four weeks just teaching her. What's the likelihood that she won't attack me? And we can resolve all this peacefully?"
'Santana get out now be—'
Santana grimaced as the phone flew out of her hand as she dove out of the way, she had been lucky that she had caught the move in her peripheral vision. It had been fast, and low to the ground, if she hadn't been paranoid about this place she might be dead now. She scrambles to her feet and eyes the robot in front of her. The face looked familiar to her and it took her a moment to place it—the metallic woman that Charlie had placed on a slab in her freaky lab. "Seriously Charlie? Red eyes? You wanted her to be evil?" Santana grumbled wincing as the robot's eyes glowed an angrier red.
'Santana! Santana! Answer me!'
The voice sounded distant and for a second she flicks her eyes off the scary robot in front of her to look for the damn phone, not that it would help her in this situation. She flicks her eyes back nearly a second too late as she throws herself to the side her shoulder slamming into one of the shelves, knocking a few devices down. She grimaces as metal bangs against the floor. "Artemis? Look, I know you may not like me but I'm here to take you to Charlie. She's in a hospital and she's been adamant about coming to see you, so she sent me to pick you up."
"You stole her from me!"
Santana dodged again grimacing at the glancing blow, she personally had no idea why Charlie had insisted on making her this strong. She probably wasn't thinking of it. Probably wasn't thinking of what would happen when her little robot lost control. You couldn't control people, and the excuse that Artemis was a child was wearing thin, fast. "Stole her from you? I don't know what you're—shit."
'Shit, she still thinks she's Elaine, of course the last four weeks probably never transferred.' Charlie picked up her tablet, suddenly wishing she had a keyboard. The transfer had been interrupted there were probably a lot of things that hadn't transferred. She had to get into her vault system. It would be easier if this was manual but at least she had a very small backdoor into the system.
"Of course she does," Santana grumbled deciding to retreat some more, she needed to be careful the last thing she needed was for a rogue AI to escape into the city. "You're not Elaine—dammit, you're Artemis. I didn't steal Charlie from you. You've been dead, and Charlie doesn't even like me half the time. If there was even a chance that Elaine was alive, she'd drop me and go running back to her." Santana threw her first punch and winced as she felt the metal crumple under her punch. She looked at Artemis's face, half-expecting her to recoil in pain or something, anything, but there was nothing. "Fuck." Suddenly there were metallic fingers digging into her neck forcing her against the ground. She gasps for air and kicks her legs trying to get enough traction to break free but there was none.
"Lies! I've seen you with her! I've seen how happy the two of you are!"
Santana grimaced, and used the last of her power to slam her fist into the arm that was holding her down, it's enough to get the arm to loosen for a moment. She immediately shifts her body to kick the robot off her, and roll out. Gasping for air she doesn't have the luxury of not moving. She scrambles towards the phone grabbing it. "Charlie I can't—" her voice comes out hoarse causing her to grimace, "—she's trying to kill me!" There was no reply. "Charlie!"
It takes another moment before Charlie's face appears on the cracked screen. 'Are you being attacked anymore?'
Santana whips around to locate where Artemis was, only to see that the robot seemed to be staring at the lights. She looks up and she doesn't quite understand, but the lights seem to be flickering, it's almost imperceptible. She turns her attention back to Artemis for a moment but she still didn't appear to be moving. "What did you do?"
'You can leave now. In fact, it's best if you do. This entire vault needs to be purged. I'll start the sequence once you're clear.'
Santana frowns, Charlie had avoided the question. "What did you do?"
"I can build another AI again, I probably won't after this clusterfuck, but I can. I do not have the power to bring you back to life. The choice was simple. Those lights, they're sending data to Artemis's brain—it's the kill code I developed Santana. Li-fi, that's what it's called, stupid name but I didn't come up with it. That's what a marketing department is for.'
"You killed her?"
'Santana, this place needs to be purged. Without being there to examine myself, it's impossible for me to say what else had been corrupted, if I had made a mistake somewhere. I need you to leave now though, I don't know if she'll be able to adapt. I do know that she can't leave the vault.'
"Are you—"
'When she was Artemis, she pointed out that you apparently make me happy. I disagreed immediately Santana, but I would feel bad if you died attempting to help me.'
Santana opened her mouth and then sighed, glancing at Artemis once more. It was the closest Charlie would probably get to admitting that there may be feelings involved. "Are you going to be okay because I mean—"
'I just gave her a poison pill, do not ask me to watch her die Santana. Just come home.'
Santana swallowed and nodded, "Okay."
'And take the long way, given your occupation, I thought you knew better.'
Santana scowled, "I didn't know—" she sighed, there was no point in arguing. There was something in Charlie's voice that suggested that she was upset about the situation. She turns and begins to walk out of the vault. "I'm sorry—she was important to you and I fucked it up."
'You did. But so did I.' Charlie responds picking at the food in front of her. She was no longer hungry. 'It says you're out of the vault.'
"I am; I'm heading to the elevator." Santana stumbles forward when the door to the vault slams shut. The sound of heavy metal locks slamming into place are heard as the elevator door opens. Santana frowns and takes a step inside before looking at the phone. "Charlie?"
'What?'
"You know I'm here for you, whatever you need right? I told you that you can't get rid of me that easily, remember?" This experiment had been a disaster and it was clear to her that Charlie had come to view Artemis as more than a broken down robot. "Maybe we can I dunno, not have a funeral but—"
'Santana I'll be fine. Just come back to the hospital. Now that you're safe I'm going to start the purging process.'
Santana sighed when Charlie ended the call, leaving her alone to her thoughts. "Way to fuck everything up Lopez. How hard was it to simply retrieve a god damn or something?" she berated herself. All she could hope for was that this didn't set them back.
