The reason this fic is getting an M-rating is because it will talk about dark topics (Not as dark as my fic Two Worlds One Spark... I hope) there will be abuse of many kinds, depression, torture, and various other things. The first few chapters won't have much if any at all, but I promise I will make a warning at the beginning of each chapter that does contain a topic that may need a warning. Also this WILL have romance, but not until MUCH later. I hope you guys all enjoy this. I am working on TWOS still, I promise I will finish that fic.

Primes (In order of receiving Matrix) :

Prima

Primon

Onyx

Vector

Megatronus

Solus

Alchemist

Amalgamous

Quintus

Micronus

Nexus

Sentinel

Alpha

Time Units (Found on Tf wiki):

Astro-second: .498 seconds

Breem: 8.3 minutes

Cycle: 1.25 hours

Deca-cycle: ~3 weeks

Groon: ~1 hour

Klik: 1.2 minutes

Meta-cycle: 13 months

Orbital cycle: ~1 month

Solar cycle/lunar cycle: 1 day/1 night

Stellar cycle:~7.5 months

Deci-vorn: 8.3 years

Vorn: 83 years


Ch. 4

Prima was sitting in his chair looking slightly down at the AI that was standing in front of the council. Meister was just staring back at him with his servos next to his sides. His amber optics examined each of the Primes, getting a feel of their fields before answering the question that still had yet to be answered.

"You wish to know if I am a freethinking being? If I fully am capable of understanding the two ends of the moral compass? I can vocalize freely as long as Alchemist deems my thoughts needed. Alchemist is teaching me how to think and speak more for myself to help my adaptability to better help him." Meister explained while occasionally gesturing. "I understand that there is a right and wrong, helping others and being kind is right and to do wrong is killing others outside of pure self-defense when there is no other option."

The first Prime leaned forward and folded his servos while clearing his voice box. "And do you understand the importance of keeping the Matrix and Prime history a secret?"

"I do. I may not know the full extent of your history, but I understand that certain secrets will cause panic to the general public and may draw attention to those that would do more harm than good to Cybertron." Meister folded an arm behind his back and held his other arm with folded on.

Megatronus looked at Alchemist with his servo planted firmly on the large table in front of them. "Your pet is well trained brother, but it's still Artificial Life property."

"Correction, I am not Alchemist's pet. If he wished to have a pet, there are mechanimals AI droids. And I am no longer Artificial Life property as he bought me, there for I am his property. The company that built me has no say in my actions, unless I glitched or my core started to deactivate then I would be returned to Artificial Life for repairs or deletion." Meister smiled through the explanation.

Alchemist and Solus both snorted as the snickered. The femme smiled down at Meister, "Meister dear remember less is more. Megatronus didn't mean a literal pet, he meant it as another name for slave. Have you met with Maccadam to take care of the observers?"

Meister's amber optics darted very quickly to Vector Prime before back at the only femme. "Yes, I don't feel their presence anymore. Maccadam is a… an interesting mech." Less is more. Less is more.

"So, we've been told that your kind have outlier abilities. What is yours if you don't mind my asking?" Prima asked from his spot at the center of the table. Meister looked at Alchemist, but the first Prime corrected the action. "No, I am asking you."

"I have a chameleon mod; I can change my physical appearance. It's similar to a proper transformation, but there are differences." The faux Polyhexian answered after looking back at Prima. He stepped away from the table and dropped onto all fours before his body grew and expanded. His arms and legs turned into legs with sharp talons at the end of four large paws. At the end of his torso a large tail started violently swinging. His horns grew and curled inwards, his denta turned razor sharp, his mouth and nose combined into a broad snout, and his optics turned green. Finally, a pair of large wings grew from his shoulder blades before his silver color turned gold with silver accented scales.

The Primes all stared in awe or shock. Onyx was the only one that actually hopped the table and braved enough to get near the Polyhexian turned beast. "A perfect Predacon, this is amazing! Is this why you wanted to see my dragons? Can you breathe fire?" He was getting excited about this founding. His servos touched the wings and kept muttering about how amazing it was to see such perfection.

Meister was soon changed back as it was getting uncomfortable to keep the appearance. "If I witness it yes. We all have an adaptability system, but mine is more advanced due to my mod."

"Someone is awfully confident in themselves." Onyx said as a joke while he was still fawning over the fact that such a tiny creature turned into a giant. "Where does it all come from?"

"I am stating a fact, my mod allows me to change form at will and absorb dialects when I interact. My adaptability system is designed for me to adapt to my environment or code holder's needs." He opened up his chest and the Matrix of Leadership was sitting snugly in his chest. The Primes all looked at Alchemist who was rather calm about his responsibility residing in the droid's frame.

"There is nothing to fear everyone." Alchemist opened his chest to show the Matrix of Leadership sitting in his chest. They looked at the two until the artifact in Meister's chest fizzled out of existence. Meister looked at the giant with a pleased smile on his face. "That was an excellent attempt at a joke Meister, something as important as the Matrix shouldn't be taken as a joke. Just like using your mod in public, pretending to have something as important as the Matrix can put you in danger."

"Okay Alchemist, Matrix is not an object to use my mod with." Meister closed his chest with his arms folded behind his back. "Were there any questions in regards to my personal systems or Artificial Life?"

"How does Gearshaft create your frames? How do they create you?" Primon folded his servos under his chin. The second mech to protect the ancient artifact was curious to see what the AI would say. Meister looked slightly disturbed, but he answered as honestly as he.

Meister hummed with an uncertain way to answer him. "Our frames come from Vector Sigma; I think. That is what the files say in the main computer we are stored in, but Alchemist has said that Vector Sigma creates life. We are created from coding, our basic understanding on emotion and ability to register social cues, comes from social tests and questionnaires designed by Artificial Life. Over forty percent of Cybertronians that were asked what they would do if they had to choose between shooting a mech found guilty on murdering his entire family or a shooting a femme that was found guilty for committing the same crime, chose to shoot the mech. When asked what they would do with five-hundred shanix, only one percent said they would donate it to charity or put it towards their creation's education." Meister put the back of one servo in the palm of the other.

"That is insane, I can't believe the people would be that selfish." Megatronus adjusted himself in his spot with his arms crossed.

"If you were asked these questions, what would you do Meister?" Solus gracefully folded her arms on the table. The AI wrapped his digits around his chin in thought. He was thinking really hard, trying to force the questions on what Alchemist would answer with or what they wanted to hear. "These are just a few of the problems we have to handle."

The droid finally dropped his servo with a slight tilt of his helm. "Both the mech and femme committed the same crime, I would shoot… both. If I had five-hundred shanix, I would… I do not know." He looked down at his peds, knowing it wasn't right for him to say that.

"What's wrong Meister? Did you hit a firewall?" Alchemist saw the AI shake his helm and still refuse to look at them. "Whatever you answer with it won't cause any of us to look at you differently."

Vector Prime looked at his brother with an amused smile. "He wishes to learn, isn't that right Meister? That's why you look so focused at datapads you get ahold of."

The silver mech looked at the lord of time while licking his lip. "Is that wrong? I am just artificial intelligence inside a body that I do not know the true origin of."

"No there is nothing wrong with that, but that shows that you have your own thoughts. Very dangerous, are you prepared for the possible consequences for expressing yourself? Freedom doesn't come without a price, just like how we all paid to give up our old lives and identities to become Primes." Vector Prime rose and gestured to either side of him. He didn't need to give examples of what sort of life he had to give up, as Meister was fully aware of it.

The others all nodded in agreement with what their brother said. Most, if not all, may not believe that Meister fully understood what was happening, but they were willing to allow the AI the chance to have a life. The time lord sat down as Prima and Primon both rose in perfect unison. "Help us solve the mystery of Artificial Life and stop them." Prima started before looking at the second Prime.

"Then we will grant you full citizenship and recognize your kind as Cybertronians." Primon finished which got the others' attention especially when they most certainly didn't discuss giving citizenship to possibly a whole new race! Megatronus's fist pounding on the table was a clear enough sign that he was not happy about the decision.

"Meister, you can leave. It looks like it's about to get ugly." Alchemist gave his assistant a soft smile. The Polyhexian bowed to the council, even though they've tried to get him to break that habit. He was quick to leave, even though he didn't understand what he did to cause the only Kaonion Prime to be angry. Meister went to Alchemist's office and opened the window before pulling in two small frames from the very small ledge. He sat them down and knelt in front of them with his servos lightly pressed against their chests.

The Polyhexian's servos glowed a bright blue and the two pairs of optics matched his servos. "Units 105835-JO2 and 210773-OB4, AI youngling frames; systems are at thirty percent; physical damage to fifty percent of frame. Where are your code holders?" Meister dropped his servos and stood up to grab the oil that he didn't consume earlier, and it was cold, but he knew they needed it. "Drink."

The tallest of the faux younglings took the drum and sucked nearly a third of it down before handing it to the other. "Carrier and Sire hurt Saber because he didn't want to go to school again. Carrier didn't like when I cried because she was hurting us, so we ran away. Does your code holder hurt you?"

"No, Alchemist Prime has been very nice to me. Why haven't your code holders come for you?" Meister lowered to the ground with the youngling AI mimicking him. He knew that he should have returned them to a distributor, but it was clear that these code holders did not like younglings.

"Carrier said she was practicing for when she had a real sparkling." The one named Saber said with sniffles and held onto his brother's servo. "You're not going to take Star and I back to them, are you?"

Meister shook his helm with a smile on his face. "Alchemist said that younglings should be protected, you are still younglings even if you are AI. You both need repairs, would you like help?" Star and Saber nodded before holding their left servos up. Meister went to grab their servos, but he heard a sound coming to them and he quickly led the two behind a large couch that was angled in the corner near the window. He took his time making sure they were secure.

"Meister, what are you doing?" Alchemist's voice caused him to jump and spin around. Interesting.

"I was cleaning." He didn't know how to break the news that he was hiding two AI, but he hoped that the Prime wouldn't be angry at him.

Alchemist went over to his desk and opened a drawer before pulling out a flask. He sat down with a heavy ex-vent while flipping the lid open. "Well Megatronus is mad at Prima and Primon for offering you citizenship. But, that's to be expected since his people are still not granted citizenship in Iacon. How are you feeling? That was a rather impressive change."

"If Artificial Life were to be defeated by the Council, why grant us citizenship? We are just AI, tools to be used. I know this, other AI know this. As for my wellbeing, I am fine. Using large disguises have been draining, but that is to be expected." Meister picked up the cold oil and sat it on the desk before sitting on one of the chairs in front of the Prime.

Meister's optics locked onto the flask that was pressed against the Prime's lips. "Is it not too early to be consuming high grade?"

"I don't like plain high grade, so I make my own flavors. This has garnet, volcanic ash, and lead mixed in. Would you like to try?" Alchemist offered it to Meister. Something in the AI's systems told him to not drink it, that it was dangerous, but he didn't see how it could be dangerous if Alchemist seemed fine with it.

He took the warm container and took a couple small gulps before handing it back to the Prime. Meister licked his lips in thought, but he didn't see why they were told they couldn't consume energon when he seemed fine. "It is fine. Do you like mixed energon?"

"Almost all of my greatest inventions are created when I am a bit overcharged. Should have seen Solus and I compete who could create the best invention while drinking." He laughed before drinking more of it. Meister sat up slightly straighter and looked uncomfortable. Alchemist closed the flask and frowned at his assistant's fidgeting, "are you alright Meister?"

"Can we return to the estate? I… wish to continue my reading." The droid was feeling off and he didn't like it. Alchemist gave his okay to the request and they left the room, effectively locking the two younglings inside. Meister was going to return for them at night, but he needed to figure out was happening.

The Prime watched over his droid like a techno-hawk. He looked at the flask that was still in his servo and then at the droid that still looked uncomfortable. Meister was looking at the inside of his right arm. A small holoscreen of his schematics and ran a diagnostic test, "would you like for me to call a medic?"

"Huh? No, I will be okay. I have never ingested minerals before. The pseudo-energon that is in every droid frame does not contain any minerals Cybertronian CNA does. Alch, what will the Council have me do?" Meister saw a spike in his tanks, but he quickly lowered his arm, hoping that Alchemist didn't see it. He didn't want to stress his code holder with possibly having to have him examined. If he thought purchasing an AI was expensive, getting him repaired for any damage was going to send him through the roof.

"Well with your mod, maybe spying. You do not have to do anything you don't want to."

Meister nodded in understanding, but he looked up at the sky with this feeling in his tanks and it wasn't the same feeling as before. "I do not wish to tell you, but I want to show you. If you aren't comfortable with placing my drive in your data port, then you can place me into a terminal."

The Prime nodded, "that would be preferable. I just need a few cycles before placing something as sentient as you in my frame. Perhaps when I've adjusted a bit more then we can attempt at something as invasive."

They didn't talk much as they walked to the estate. Meister's condition was decreasing, and Alchemist was concerned when the droid braces himself against the entranceway to the lounge. Only a sound that could be confused with a letter came from the giant before Meister fell to his knees and purged the energon he had taken. The scrap that the creature purged was a disgusting mixture of oil and energon.

Alchemist knelt down beside the droid as he seemed to be at the end of emptying his reserves. "Are you alright Meister?"

"Is this a bad time to say that I don't think my kind are supposed to invest energon?" Meister wiped his mouth as he sat on his peds. He looked at his tank system and tried to stand up, but Alchemist was quick to stop him from making himself nauseous again.

"Making jokes now? Come on, you need to sit down and get the proper fuel in you. Meister, why didn't you tell me you were feeling unwell?" The Prime helped him onto the smaller couch as he commed for someone to come with oil and clean up the mess. He would have done it himself, but he was concerned about the AI. Meister hunched his shoulders and looked disappointed with something. Alchemist placed a reassuring servo on his shoulder, "don't be upset Meister, you just wanted to see what Artificial Life had lied to you about. This just means we'll need to find a way to give you the ability to consume energon to better hide."

A staff member, that's what Alchemist said he called the staff that worked for him at his manor, came with a jug of oil and a bucket. The Prime thanked the femme as he took the jug from her, helping Meister drink the black tar-like substance. Meister finally took it after it was nearly gone, but it was only because he didn't like the look the staff member was giving him.

"We'll wait a bit for that oil to settle before going to the conservatory for work." Alchemist informed the AI before looking at the femme that finished cleaning up the mess. "Drawback, can you ask Backdraft to come to the estate? I need him to pick some stuff up for me."

The femme, Drawback, stood with her helm bowed. "Yes, Alchemist."

"Alch?" Meister looked at the Prime that turned to look at him. He smiled with his optics dimming slightly, "thank you."

Alchemist gave an amused huff, "don't thank me yet my friend. We still need to figure out how your frames came to being."

Backdraft arrived with a servo going to the doorframe and the other going to his knee. He was venting hard and condensation sliding down his frame. "Tried… get… here… traffic. Primus."

"Ah perfect timing Draft. I have some things I need you to pick up. Meister compiled a list of what I need." Alchemist tossed the datapad to the mech that barely caught the thing pad.

"Screw… you." The guard panted still as he looked at the list that seemed to go on forever. Meister didn't recognize that phrase and looked at the maroon and black camo mech. "Explain later Meister."

Meister nodded in silence before sitting up straighter, "it is later."

Alchemist laughed and Backdraft shook his helm with a firm digit point. "That was perfect Meister. Quite the mischievous one today. You ready to do some tests?"

"Yes," Meister nodded and took his time to stand up.

The pair were locked up in the conservatory, no one bothered the Prime when the doors were shut, but they were all curious to see what sort of experiments he was performing on the droid. Meister was watching four vials of his 'energon' being drawn out of him. The Prime compared the AI life source to the Cybertronian life source.

"AI sample is darker in color, thicker consistency, and appears to grow a tacky state when exposed to air." He took the notes and continued, "now let's see what happens when exposed to energon."

The mech took a dropper and sucked up a small amount of energon from a flask that was currently bubbling from the hotplate it was sitting on. There was no obvious change for several astro-seconds, and then the thick liquid started bubbling with smoke rising from it. Meister jumped off the table and pushed Alchemist away with his body changing to his Cyberwolf form when the sample melted through the microscope and table. He sniffed Alchemist as he slowly got off him.

"Are you alright Meister?" He looked at the changing mechanism with worry. Meister gave his code holder a dumbfounded look. He didn't know what to say other than point at the mess that resulted in the test. "Yes, it would seem pure energon melts through anything when mixed with your faux-energon. The question is what caused your systems to simply purge rather than melt?"

The AI gawked, "no that isn't the question Alch! The question is why aren't you upset!? I don't care if this frame disintegrated."

"Meister, calm yourself. I would have been fine. Something in that mix I gave you caused your body to react differently than it should be. But what could have it been?" Alchemist rubbed his chin in thought. Meister on the other servo was still upset with Alchemist's lack of concern.

"I'm sorry, you're going to have it replace all of that. If I hadn't accepted your offer none of this would have happened." Meister sounded genuine with his apology. Alchemist shook his helm with a friendly teek of his field. When the droid felt the field, he gave a calmer demeanor. "I don't want to purge again."

"I won't need you to touch energon until we can determine what was in the that energon that changed your reaction. Can I hear you use your vocalizer; I just want to hear the different ranges you can do." Alchemist asked as he took down notes of the results of energon mixed with the concoction coursing through Meister's lines.

The Polyhexian hummed in thought before starting with a very deep vocalization. His servos were folded neatly in front of himself as he carefully rose octaves. Alchemist sat on his stool with his optics locked on the droid. As Meister's arms started slowly rising so did his voice. He soon grew so loud that by the time he hit the final possible octave the glasses on the table shattered.

"Primus, forget your mod being dangerous. You could destroy audio receptors with that voice box. Does anything feel strained?" Alchemist felt he had gone slightly deaf and had to speak higher to make sure he was actually speaking. He stood behind Meister and gently examined his neck to see if anything broke.

"I feel fine. Like I said Alch, we go through thousands of tests to ensure we are running fine. AA models, like myself have our voice boxes go through hundreds of tests to make sure we can reach all sorts of ranges without strain or injury. The same goes for dancing." Meister stood still but kept his lax posture that he had been practicing to have just like how Alchemist wanted. Plus, it was nice to not have to stand perfectly straight.

The Prime stepped in front of the silver droid, "okay close your optics. I want to test your audio horns." Meister obediently did as he was told and Alchemist started the test with soft ex-vents near each horn, getting very minute flinches from Meister. He took mental note of that before moving on to rubbing his digits together, this time Meister tilted his helm away from the sound. Alchemist ended the test with one servo cupping around one horn and snapped his digits on the other servo directly above the covered horn. The Polyhexian hissed and physically turned his helm away from the sound. His smaller servos covered the offended horn.

"That is too loud," Meister onlined his optics. He frowned at the slight ringing in just the one horn.

Alchemist, of course looked so thrilled and started taking note of the results. "Your frame is like a perfect Polyhexian! Polyhexians aren't affected by their own voices, but when an outside force makes a sound, they feel pain. Your horns are sensitive to sound, which is why they make great thieves, assassins, musicians."

"Except I'm not a perfect copy of a Polyhexian. I have yet to know what sort of dialect they have. Why are there no Polyhexians in Iacon?" Meister looked outside the cracked glass walls with a frown. He was going to fix this up when he learned how to fix glass.

"There are less laws to follow out there." Alchemist tried to figure out how to explain a city that was more laid back with their life. The Prime snapped his digits, getting Meister's immediate attention, he grabbed a nearby datapad from a small filing cabinet that was safely tucked away under the workbench. "I know the perfect way to lighten the mood. Visors."

The Polyhexian perked up with interest. He joined the Cybertronian at a different table that had only a mini cooler and more flasks. The Prime sat the datapad down and walked away before returning with a portable terminal. Alchemist plugged the datapad into the terminal and looked at Meister with a guilty smile. "I understand," Meister opened his chest plate. Alchemist held onto the AI as he pulled out the card from his chest, his body instantly went limp in the mech's arm.

The Prime lifted the small card up to his optic and saw how a small ball of light in the center of the square item. He opened his chest plate, pulling out the Matrix, and brought the two close together. There was no sign of recognition from either item; Alchemist took that as a sign that the AI really weren't Cybertronian. He slipped what was Meister into a slot in the side of the terminal. The Prime saw that screen changed from the standard idle to a black screen with code going down it. Soon the datapad matched the terminal, and Alchemist was fearing that maybe Meister accidently got some sort of virus or something. The coding was soon gone and a single image of a pair of cerulean blue visors filled the screen.

"You like those? Did you want any of the modifications that I had included in the datapad?" Alchemist saw only a few files appear with text appearing underneath the files.

::I like the night vision, video comms, and mini-map additions.:: There was nothing, but then it continued. ::It says it is made out crystalline and diamond dust.::

"The crystalline gives the shape and color while the diamond dust is coated on it to give it more strength. It will take a bit to make, would you like to wear some temporary ones to see if it's what you want?" The Prime asked while taking note of what Meister wanted. There was silence before a bright light came from the corner of the datapad. Alchemist watched the light move to the screen and a hologram of a light appeared. "Is this your true form?"

::Yes. Are you disappointed? If you'd wish I can look like my frame.::

The light started stretching and contorted itself until it looked like a holographic version of Meister's body. Alchemist lowered to his knees with absolute fascination. It was far from the look the coders and engineers at Artificial Life. He reached out to touch, but stopped. "May I?"

::I can't feel anything in this state.::

The Prime took that as a yes and slowly put a digit through the hologram. Meister may not have felt anything, but he sure did, and it was amazingly odd. His digit felt warm and his chest felt warmer, "fascinating. Can you feel anything if I touched your frame? I may not be the greatest medic, but we could make sure that AL doesn't find you at all. Later though, that kind of procedure needs blueprints and you to be in my data port."

::Alch, you are a strange Cybertronian. I like that about you. To answer your question, no I don't retain any of myself in my frame. If you destroyed that body, I would not feel anything.::

Meister couldn't talk while like this, which was inconvenient for him, but perhaps he can find some hidden file deep in his systems. Alchemist snorted at the hologram's statement, "and the same goes for you. Can you tell me just even a little bit on what you endured in the facility?"

The hologram finally moved his arms. The Prime saw how nervous he was, and was about to tell him he didn't have to yet, but Meister started typing fast.

::When I was first created, I was curious to know why we were created. And while we are in the data ports that are connected to their main computer, we have access to 80% of their entire operation. We are not supposed to know about the observers.::

"You hacked your way into their database? How did you avoid detection?" The Prime watched him shake his helm. "Meister, they can't hurt you. Trust me please. Whatever you saw, it could be what we need to stop Gearshaft."

::I don't want to forget again.::

The hologram disappeared altogether, nothing showed up on the screens, and Alchemist knew that he pushed too hard. He released an ex-vent and pulled the card out. The mech didn't mean to frighten the creature, he was just desperate for answers. Alchemist placed the chip back Meister's frame and waited for him to online. Meister sat up with his gaze away from his code holder.

"Meister-," before the Prime could apologize, Meister was quick to change into an astro fox and took off. He now felt awful for causing Meister so much stress. Alchemist went to where Meister would most likely be at, his chambers. He opened the door slowly to see the AI sitting in front of an empty wall with a servo pressed against the cool metal.

"I don't want to be deleted. I have so much to learn. And… I like it here, with Alchemist. I don't know if you are real or not, but please keep Gearshaft away us." It looked like Meister was praying to Primus. Alchemist recalled the AI mention being deleted; he rubbed the back of his helm trying to remember until he jumped from the sound of the door beside him open all the way. "Meister, I-!"

The droid hugged Alchemist tightly, "please don't make me talk about them. I don't know what I am experiencing, but it feels… dark. And, I don't like it."

Alchemist gave a sympathetic smile, "Meister what you're feeling is probably fear. Does your chest feel heavy, a feeling that something could possibly be taken from you?" The droid nodded, "that's fear. I think you can feel emotions, you probably don't understand them."

"Feelings? A-Alch, I can't have emotions. We can't feel them. I'm not real, even your artifact says that!" The AI pointed at the Prime's chest with another burst of something in his being. He sat on the end of the berth and closed his optics. His frame started rippling, Alchemist saw that as a calming mechanism, and he wanted to comfort the droid. Meister folded his arms with his optics going to Alchemist. "I'm scared."

Alchemist awkwardly wrapped his arm around the smaller frame, pulling him close. "It will all work out Meister. Trust me."

And Meister, over th deca-cycles was putting his complete trust in the Prime as well as the rest of the council. Each of the Primes taught the droid something new every groon; Prima often spoke about the war of Primus and Unicron, Primon talked about the commandments that they followed in order to become a Prime, Onyx helped Meister take on new beast forms and learn from them, Solus gushed about her creations and what they did, Megatronus would train in the gardens while Meister watch quietly, and Vector talked about his realm. Alchemist would ask the silver droid about his cycle while they ran tests. Meister didn't like the tests, but the friendly conversations made them fun. He didn't fully understand friends, but if this was what it was like, then Meister felt a glimmer of happiness.


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