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`The Machine`

Summary: Sailor Mars and Mercury are sucked into the DBZ world, changing fate, and bringing back one of the deadliest enemies to conquer the Z fighters.

Takes place:

SM: A few days after the defeat of Dark Moon Circus

DBZ: A month and a half after Goku defeats Majin Buu.

Important: This is an Alternate Universe fic. Lets say Goku did beat Majin Buu, but he died because a strange power was blocking out Dragon Shenlon's power, rendering the Dragon Balls useless. The last wish made, however, was to erase everyone's memory of Buu.

Chapter 5:

Encounters With the Inevitable

*Ami -- Sailor Mercury*

Why couldn't I make a decision? It was either yes or no. But my mind was being to stubborn to let me decide. With every little moved I made, the ball moved as well. That was simple enough to understand. But each time I wanted to move forward, I had to move backward and not touch the bubble.

But that meant I couldn't go far, and I had to move forward, which caused the bubble to move backward. My gut was telling me to pop the bubble, that everything would be fine. But I couldn't. What if everything didn't turn out fine? What if I couldn't breath outside this protective ball? Then what?

"I'm certainly not getting anywhere like this," I mumbled, which brought me to my other theory.

What if I already was moving, but I couldn't see it because I had nothing to pass outside? It was possible, but I doubted it.

I would have to do something soon, I couldn't stay here forever. It was that or see if the bubble was indeed pop-able. Shakily, my hand reached out and came to rest upon the white, smooth surface. Ripples shook the bubble all over before it stopped at the other side of me.

'So the bubble won't pop, but it's made of . . . water. Not too stable. If the right amount of pressure were added to it . . .' My thoughts trailed away as I pushed my hand harder against the bubble, the ripples coming once more as my hand slid completely through.

I closed my eyes and abruptly pulled my hand back, the ripples became faster and stronger, causing the bubble to pop.

My breath caught in my throat as something pulled me to my left, like a giant vacuum eager to suck me up. My eyes were shut tightly with fright and I hugged myself tighter as the vacuum sucked me in faster.

My back became warm and I opened my eyes slightly, a small red aura was surrounding me. In a desperate attempt, I looked down, just slightly. I was entering a planet's atmosphere, and by the looks of it, the planet was Earth.

How my body didn't burn through the reentry, I don't know. But I found myself falling through Earth's atmosphere. Slowly, I shut my eyes, there was no way I could possibly survive this.

But when my eyes closed, I began to slow down, instead of increasing speed as gravity would take affect. My eyes shot open in wonderment and I found myself surrounded in the clear blue bubble from before.

Maybe I could survive this after all.

Once again weightless, I pushed back with all my might. Since I was falling, it was almost impossible for me to touch the back of the bubble to pop it. In seconds, I was slowing down and I could see a small building below me. 'What?' My mind raced, I was too high up, I couldn't even see the ground and there below me, getting closer, was a small building on top of a balcony of some sort.

I turned over, falling and semi-floating down feet first. I wasn't sure how long I could keep this through, so I decided to land now, while I still had the chance. In seconds, I was only a few yards away from the tiled floor and I landed, surprisingly, on my feet.

It didn't last long because my knees gave way as the bubble popped and I did a small flip, landing on my back and panting, looking up at the sky. Silently I asked myself; Where was I now?

*Trunks*

"C'mon Goten, stay awake." I mumbled, still sleepy myself. I nudged him in the ribs and he groaned.

"I'm tired Trunks. We've been looking all night." He replied as he sat up on Nimbus.

It was true. For hours we've looked for Gohan. I sensed him and my dad for a second, somewhere near the north. But it disappeared almost as soon as it came, too quickly for us to pinpoint where they were. Now, not only was Gohan's KI gone, but my dad's also. Slowly, I swallowed my fear.

They wouldn't die. They were the strongest on the planet if you didn't count Gotenks. I smirked. When Goten and I preformed fusion, we'd become the second strongest warrior if we went to Super Saiyan Three mode.

And besides, maybe they were just masking their KI for some reason.

"We'll look some more then go home. I think we're getting closer to where they were." I said to my friend who's eyes were drooping closed. I nudged him in the ribs again. "Stay awake."

"But Trunks, we've probably went around the world by now." He muttered as he rubbed his eyes.

"You want to find Gohan right? Then we have to look."

He sighed and mumbled a 'fine.' I looked around, we were in a desert, the wind blowing sand all over the place. The sun wasn't too high up, but it looked like it was turning into early afternoon.

As Nimbus flew over the desert at a fast pace, I noticed some movement. It was a person, walking through the desert. But they had a strong KI. Unusually strong. "Hey, Goten!" I whispered after Nimbus stopped. When my friend didn't answer, I saw him sleeping on his back, drooling. With a sigh I nudged him in the ribs harder than before. "C'mon Goten. Quit fooling around! Wake up, someone's down here." He groaned and stayed sleeping. "Goten!" I said loudly, nudging him harder in the ribs. He stirred and got up with a frown.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked angrily.

"You wouldn't get up." I said simply.

"Maybe because I'm tired Trunks!" He shouted.

I shook my head and yawned. "So am I, but someone's down there and they have a high KI. Too high to be just a human."

His anger vanished and he looked down. "Do you think they know where Gohan is?" He asked hopefully.

"Only one way to find out." I answered and Nimbus flew down behind the person. 'A girl?!' I thought in shock. 'She has that much power? Wait until dad here's this, he'll sure be surprised.'

*Rei*

Staggering aimlessly in the harsh heat of the sun, all I wanted to do was cool down. It must have been over one hundred degrees out here in the desert, and even hotter in my clothes. After Cooler's disappearance, I had slept under the stars and awoken when the sun's heat became unbearably hot.

Then from there, I had once again started to walk through the desert, alone and fatigued. Groggily, I lifted my arm and wiped the sweat from my face. "Hey!" A voice called from behind me.

I jumped in surprise and turned slowly. Two kids, one with lilac bowl-cut hair in a green Gi and the other with black hair pointing every which way, wearing an orange and blue Gi.

'How'd they get all the way out here?' I thought.

The boy with black hair walked up to me. "Have you seen my brother?" He asked.

'Brother? Is he talking about . . .' I thought. They did look alike, and both kids were definitely similar in strength. 'Then they probably know about Cooler. Unless they were attacked . . .'

I sighed, my thoughts scrambled. "Depends who your brother is." I answered. "Who are you two, and how'd you get here?"

The boy grinned and pointed a few feet up in the air. All I saw was sky and white clouds. Wait . . . and a yellow cloud. I raised an eyebrow in confusing. "Nimbus." The other boy said.

My attention went to him and I saw the yellow cloud float to the ground slowly. He jumped on it and the cloud carried him over to where I was standing, jumping off next to his friend. A yellow cloud? A flying yellow cloud?! What was going on here? First I meet up with an incredibly strong enemy who claims that he sent me into to a different dimension. Then I try to help two people who seemed to have something evil trying to take hold of their bodies, and now a flying yellow cloud?!

'Cooler must have been serious when he said I was on a different Earth in a different dimension.' I thought absentmindedly.

"So have you seen my brother?" The kid asked again.

I winced. How was someone supposed to tell an eight-year-old their older brother was kidnapped by some crazy half-lizard guy named Cooler? "I . . . yes." I whispered as I looked into his pleading eyes. "But . . . I don't think he's . . . here anymore."

"What's that mean?" The boy with lilac hair asked, obviously concerned about the strangeness in my voice.

"Do you guys have parents? It'd be easier if I could talk to them . . . and find out where I am."

"You're in a desert on Earth." The boy said again as if it were the most obvious thing. He was still frowning when he asked, "How come you have such a high KI reading?"

"I was wondering the same about you two." I said. 'KI? Spirit energy . . . can he really sense that?'

"You can sense that?" The boy with black hair asked as if reading my thoughts about them.

I nodded. "My name's Rei. And technically . . . I'm not from around here." I didn't know why, but I found myself trusting these two kids.

"I'm Goten," the boy with black hair said, "and that's my best friend Trunks." He gestured to the other boy who simply nodded.

"Does that mean you're not from Earth?" Trunks asked.

"No, I'm from Earth alright. Just . . . in a different dimension." I stopped at their confused looks. "Like I said, it'd be easier if I could talk to your parents."

"You can come to my house," Trunks said. "Goten's dad is . . . dead and his mom's probably still crying because they can't find Gohan."

"Gohan? His brother?" I asked, gesturing towards Goten.

Goten nodded sadly. I winced again. Now I really didn't want to tell anyone about what happened. If Cooler killed Gohan and the other guy, he'd be ruining so many lives. Well, no doubt these guys dealt with this kind of stuff before, and if they needed it, I would help them. I mean, I'm a Sailor Senshi, and that's what we were supposed to do.

"Then let's go, the sooner the better, I'm dieing of heat here." I voiced. "But . . . uh, how exactly are we going to get there?"

"You can ride on Nimbus." Goten said. "Trunks and I can fly." He picked off of the ground and floated in the air with a grin on his face. Fly? I supposed I should have expected that with everything that's been going on lately.

I looked at the two kids. Goten was grinning and Trunks was smiling. Despite the smile, I could tell Goten was extremely sad, they both were.

"I, uh . . . er . . . fine." I mumbled. "How am I supposed to get on that . . . that . . ."

"Nimbus?" Trunks asked. "Just jump on. You wont fall through."

Reluctantly I walked over to the yellow cloud. 'Nimbus huh? You better not drop me you freaking yellow cloud.' Nimbus lowered itself closer to the ground and I sat down, being prepared to fall through and land on my ass.

Strangely, I didn't. I sighed in relief and brought my legs around, sitting Indian style. I looked at the two kids who looked like they were about to pass out. "Why don't you guys sit on it too? You're both exhausted."

"We've been looking all night." Goten mumbled as he looked at Trunks pleadingly.

He shrugged. "Fine."

I grinned, satisfied. "Well good. Now off to . . ."


"Capsule Corp!" Goten yelled once he and Trunks were in front of me. And at once, Nimbus took off. Extremely fast.

*Ami -- Sailor Mercury*

I was still very tired and my heart was beating quickly with fear at exactly what was in front of me.

I had no clue where I was, except that upon further examination, I was tremendously high up in the sky. I had rested for no more than a few seconds when I landed, then started to curiously look around.

But I didn't get far when I noticed the end of this circular domain. I had peered over the edge to see nothing but sky and clouds. It was as if it was at some kind of temple up in the heavens, and that a god was living in it. (AN: Ami doesn't know close to the truth she is! Lol.)

After rerouting my steps, I looked around, finding a beautifully kept garden, with flowers, butterflies, and trees. I had moved from the garden to what was possibly the front of this temple in the sky, and my eyes met the unbelievable site.

The first thought that came to mind was; 'Cooler was definitely not kidding when he said we were going to be far from home. Okay Ami, I don't think you're in Tokyo anymore.'

And now, I was here. Standing, and cowering, in front of a green alien complete with antennas. His arms were crossed and he was scowling, apparently not pleased to see me here. He was exceptionally tall, over six feet, towering seven. And here I was, reaching below his chest. "How'd you get here?" He demanded gruffly.

"I-I . . . um . . . not sure." I stammered. He glared at me and I found myself backing up with fright. Was he going to hurt me? "I d-don't even know w-where here is s-sir."

He raised a hairless brow, apparently not pleased with my answer. 'C'mon Ami! You've faced demons, queens, monsters, kings, how is he going to scare you?!' My mind snapped. It supplied little comfort, no matter how true the statement was. I had survived many things, but . . . an alien? An incredibly strong alien at that. Muscles on his arms and legs, protruding through his GI and cape.

I backed away slowly, inch by inch. He was still waiting for me to answer, but I was still unable to say anything under his intense glare. Nonetheless, I tried once more. "Y-you see m-my friend a-and I w-were sent he-here b-by our-our enemy a-and—"

"Enemy?" He asked, interrupting me. "How can you possibly have an enemy?" He looked me up and down, probably looking at my Sailor Fuku.

"I-I help protect my planet f-from p-people who want to destroy it." He raised the same hairless eyebrow at me. "I'm a-a warrior, a-a S-Sailor Se-Senshi."

He frowned. "And this is what you fight in?" Numbly, I nodded. "And an enemy of yours sent you here?"

"N-not necessarily o-our enemy. He c-called himself C-Cooler."

The alien's eyes widened and I stepped back. "What?!" He shouted in rage. "Cooler?!"

Abruptly he grabbed my shoulders and picked my up so my face was leveled with his. I looked down and gulped. He was mad, and it was because I mentioned the name no doubt.

Could Cooler have been from this dimension?

"What did he look like?" He growled.

I would have answered him, if I wasn't stiff with fear. My mind shut down, and my eyes widened, he was *very* mad. What if I said something to make it worse? He could kill me if he wanted to, he looked like he wasn't applying much force in his standards, but I felt like my arms were going to break. "What did he look like?!" He shouted in my face, squeezing my shoulders tighter.

I tried to struggle from his grip, my efforts futile. Saying he was strong, was a giant understatement.

"Y-you're hurting m-me," I muttered.

He just growled and put me down, surprisingly gently. "Answer the damn question."

I stepped back nodding dumbly. "H-he w-was like a-a machine a-and silver," I began, stumbling over my words. The alien became more tense as I continued. "H-he h-had a t-tail like a-a lizard w-with t-the body o-of a h-human."

He growled and turned around, his cape blowing in the wind. He clenched and unclenched his green fists, long nails threatening to cut his flesh. "Piccolo!" Someone screamed in the distance.

'S-So the alien's name is Piccolo?' I wondered.

I was grateful someone else came. Now I wouldn't be his only target. I turned around in time to see a short guy with a red shirt and khaki pants land on the edge of the circular domain.

'Did he just fly?!' My mind demanded, forgetting about Piccolo for a moment. It wasn't the strangest thing I had encountered so far, but flying? I had to admit, people were different in this dimension.

Carefully, I stepped backwards, letting the two talk amongst themselves. Occasionally, one of them would cast glances in my direction, and I found myself staring at the floor, feeling strangely self-conscious around these two. I looked up when the voices stopped and Piccolo and the other guy were coming in my direction.

'Great,' I thought. 'And here I thought I was happy to have someone else drop in!'

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and sighed. "I'm sorry for dropping in like this, but it'd be really helpful if you could direct me to the nearest way out of here." I mumbled, looking up at Piccolo.

The guy with black hair chuckled a bit. "Don't mind Piccolo, he's always been like that. My name's Krillen, by the way."

I nodded. "Ami . . . or in this case Sailor Mercury." I said. "So, where am I?"

"You're on Kami's Lookout." Piccolo said.

Despite my confusion, I nodded. Then asked, "So who is Cooler?"

Krillen sighed and Piccolo grunted. "He's an . . . old enemy of ours." Krillen answered. "He supposedly died twice already . . . but now we're not so sure."

"He did say a lot before he sent me here," I said. "It might help at least."

Krillen nodded and so did Piccolo. "Bulma said to meet up at Capsule Corp," Krillen said to Piccolo. "The others should already be there."

"Others?" I inquired.

"We'll explain once we get there," Piccolo ordered. "I don't suppose you know how to fly?"

"N-not really," I whispered. "And there's no other way off this . . . lookout?"

Both human and alien shook their heads. 'Great. Maybe if everyone else was here I'd be able to do a Sailor Teleport.'

"Now what?" I muttered, crossing my arms in concentration.

Roughly, two arms gripped my waist and the next thing I knew, I was being hauled in the air by a green alien. My eyes widened as I looked down. We were flying! Clouds and sky speed past and I barely had a chance to detect if the thing that just went by was a flying dinosaur, or a cloud.

I was definitely not in Tokyo, Japan anymore. And I was definitely not on the Earth from my dimension.

I looked to my side to see Krillen. He was flying along side of Piccolo and me, and when he noticed I was staring at him, he flashed me a grin. I just nodded, afraid I was going to be sick.

"Piccolo?" I asked meekly.

"What is it?" He replied.

"What . . . species are you?" I asked, he question that puzzled me since I saw him. It was beyond obvious that he was not an Earthling.

"A Namekian," Piccolo answered simply.

I nodded, still not knowing what a Namekian was, but satisfied that he had given me an reply at least.

*Bulma*

The sun found its way from behind the clouds, shining an orange light into the blue and gray sky.

With a sigh, I leaned on the railing from my balcony. The city hustled and bustled before me, it's noisy people unaware of just what was happening with the world outside of their homes.

Gohan . . . The sun high in the sky didn't reduce my worry for the teen. After Yamcha and I discovered that bloody crater, we had returned home and waited for the others. I had spoken to Guyamo, who said he'd inform Chi-Chi of the news. She was upset, dreadfully upset, and I hoped to have more information to give her the next time we spoke.

But upon entering my safe home, I'd also discovered the whereabouts of my son unknown. He must've gone off with Goten, trying to help.

I didn't even hear the sliding door open or the faint footsteps behind me until Yamcha handed me a drink.

"Prepare just how you like it. Heavy on the gin with a twist of lime." He said. After handing me the drink he took a sip of his.

"Any sign of Vegita or Trunks?"

"Nothing." I said, taking a sip of the drink. "Another sleepless night. I thought they'd be gone after Goku died."

"Evidently that's not true." Yamcha said as he rested his arms on the railing. He swirled his drink, mixing the ice, before taking a long gulp. "Ahhh, I really needed this."

"After what happened with Gohan, I needed a double."

"That's what you have. Maybe you'll sleep after you're done?" He asked optimistically. I could tell he was worried, the way he refused to meet my gaze.

"Not until Trunks and the others are back safety." I debated weather or not I should have another drink.


The image of blood and torn clothing returned to my thoughts. "What do you think it was?"

"I'm not sure." Yamcha replied. "He wasn't attacked by someone though. I couldn't find anything that led to another being. Whatever it was got him straight on and at close quarters."

"If it wasn't a person, then what else could it be?" I shook my head, taking another sip of my gin rye. Its warmth chased away, my chills, relaxing my troubles for the moment. "Where's Vegita and Trunks? You'd think they'd be back by now." I said.

Yamcha shrugged. "Gohan's a Saiyan, I wouldn't be surprised if Vegita's looking for him for several days."

Vegita. The Prince of an extinct race of Saiyans. I bowed my head, thinking about what life must've been like for Vegita, how tragic it would have been to see his race die. The only one's left having been raised on Earth. His offspring and Goku's. He often complained about the softness his comrades showed, but he was bonded to them. Goku was like him, as well as Gohan, Goten and Trunks: the survivors of a long dead race of people. Of course Vegita would look for Gohan for days at a time. They teenager had to start his own bloodline if the Saiyan's were to survive.


Two lights streaked over the horizon toward us. I squinted, unable to follow the two because they moved too fast. Yamcha's gaze kept with the two, his senses being better than mine. He stepped from the railing, his face placid. "Tenshinhan and Chouzu."

Relief clogged my senses. Maybe the others would return shortly as well.

Tenshinhan landed first, Chouzu hovering for a moment before he touched down as well. The three eyed man and midget looked completely worn out after over thirteen hours of searching. I smiled a welcoming, gesturing towards the inside.

I arrived down stairs to see Tenshinhan cross the room and place a bundle on the living room table, then seating himself on the couch: head down, arms crossed. "No sign of Gohan nor his KI."

Chouzu nodded as he gathered two glasses of juice and walked over to Tenshinhan, seating himself beside him. "We searched the southern hemisphere, and Tein used his third eye. Nothing could hide from that, but we found no sign of him."


"You haven't heard from Krillen or Vegita?" Yamcha asked, sitting down on the arm of a couch, grabbing another drink.

"Not from Vegita. Krillen, however, sent me a message. He was seeing if Yajirobe was willing to help in the search and then he was going to see Piccolo." Tenshinhan straightened, his hands disentangling the bundle. "He also mentioned trying to get help from Korin.'

"Hmm, that's a good idea. If that old cat knows anything, Krillen will beat it out of him." Yamucha said.

"But that doesn't really matter." I finished the last of my gin rye and flopped into my father's rocking chair. "We found Gohan's last location."

"We think he was attacked by something. There was a pit of blood and lots of shredded cloth, part of his Gi, I think. Something probably attacked him and he summoned enough KI to smash the ground before it got him."

I nodded, stretching my legs. They hurt like hell, just like the rest of me. What I needed was a warm shower and some sleep. But my mind wouldn't allow that, filled with anxiety. Where was Vegita and Trunks? What if whatever got Gohan got them too? I bit my lip.

"What do you have, Tenshinhan?" Yamcha asked. I was grateful for the distraction.

"Perhaps the answer to all of our questions." He replied, rolling out a silver sphere the size of a baseball. "We found it in a plain, my third eye warned me it was dangerous and to proceed with great caution. I would not advise anyone to be alone with it. It contains great evil."

"That?" I pointed to the ball perplexed. At first it looked like a plain silver sphere, but as I looked closer, I realized it was a machine. He handed me the ball, and slowly I examined it. It was formless, and weighed about fifteen pounds. It was unlike any metal I'd seen. "This isn't from this planet. Is it mystical, Tenshinhan?"

The triclops shook his head. "No. " If Tenshinhan's third eye didn't pick it up as magical, it had to be technological. My gut instinct said it was more than a paper weight.

"It's a machine, I'm not to sure what kind, but it has to have some kind of purpose."

Yamcha looked at me doubtfully. "I don't know Bulma. Is it hollow?"

"No, feels solid." I said, testing the weight. "But Tenshinhan say's it's not magical. But it's evil, so, I bet it's some kind of gadget, like something Doctor Gero made."

"Ok, you're the brains in this outfit." Yamucha relaxed on the couch, arms out stretched. He dropped his chin and closed his eyes. "What I'd give just to have a few hours to sleep."

"Perhaps that will do us all some good." Tenshinhan came to his feet. "The lady should take herself to bed."

"No way, Tein, I have a toy to tinker with." I said tapping the ball. Once in the lab, I'd have other things than Vegita and Trunks to worry about. I liked keeping busy, or I'd go crazy. "I can't sleep anyway, I'm too wired."

"Well I'm tired." Yamcha said. "If anyone needs me, I'll be at the Kame House."


Awkwardly, I shifted my weight. Part of me wanted him to stay . . . at least until Vegita and Trunks returned. I glanced down the hall toward the rooms. His old one was at the end. "Sleep here. No sense in flying back to Kame House. Especially if you're just going to fly back when Krillen gets here."

"I . . ." He paused, scratching his head.

"Anyone home?" Krillen's voice called out from the balcony. The small monk with newly formed black hair stepped into the room. He looked around, noting all the faces in the room, then stepped in away from the door. "I, uh, brought company. Hope no body minds too much . . ."

Company? I quickly glanced over Krillen's shoulder asking myself who on earth could have accompanied him to my house. I hoped it was Trunks. That boy had been gone too long in my book.


"And if they minded, what could they do?" Piccolo loomed up behind him.


Disappointment, followed by the little shock of fear that always came when ever I saw him.


The tall green Namekian entered the room, his turbaned head ducking to get under the door frame. He folded his arms in the all too familiar don't fuck with me manner. Behind him, a teenage girl walked in wearing a miniskirt. She looked down at her feet. "Um, hi?"

We all looked at her, confused. "Her name's Ami. She has some connections with what's going on." Krillen said.

Ami looked up. "Nice to . . . meet you." She said and bowed.

I smiled, she didn't have to be formal. "I'm Bulma, and that's Tenshinhan, Chouzu, and Yamcha." I said, gesturing to everyone who greeted her in response.

"She's connected with all of this?" Yamcha asked. "How?"

"I'm from . . . a different dimension. I was sent here with a friend . . . for some reason, though I don't know why." Ami said. She noticed the sphere in my hand, and so did Piccolo and Krillen.

I held up the sphere to them, feeling a bit timid. "What do you think of this?" I asked the three newcomers. Ami shook her head and Krillen shrugged.

"I've seen several like it recently. " Piccolo said gruffly. "And I'm sure it's the reason why Gohan isn't on this planet."

Silence. I gaped, noting the other's sharing my shock. "What do you mean?" Chouzu asked.

"Exactly what I said. Gohan isn't on this planet. I'd sense him if he was." Piccolo coldly informed. "And those things are just too much of a coincidence to not be connected."

"Ok." Yamucha said. "I guess I'm going to the lab with Bulma. Cause, if that's the case, I have no intention of loosing her to what ever they're linked to."

"Do you mind if I come?" Ami asked. "Maybe I can help, technology and science are my best subjects."


I nodded to the teen and returned a smile to the others. "Get some rest, guys, we have a long day ahead of us."

*****

AN: Wow, that was a long chapter. Longer than usual. What will happen now that Ami and Rei have met the Z Warriors? And what will everyone's reaction be like when they find out Cooler's involved? Will they get Gohan and Vegita back? And why does Cooler want them so badly? Find out some of this and maybe more next time on *The Machine!*

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