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Neko Necro By: Set3 The year is 2038. And as much as how the movie "Back to the Future 2" was a misrepresentation of the future, the future of 2038 doesn't look too much different than today. Much to the dissapointment of many a futurist I'm sure. Although a huge contributer to this lackluster future was greatly due to the fact that in 2021, an unknown fanatical group had somehow set off a dirty bomb in the oil fields in the middle east. While this didn't have much of an impact in the availablility of oil on the world at large, the oil companies went absolutely bonkers. Practically creating their own armies for the security of their respective interests, this caused oil prices (and subsequently gas prices) to sky-rocket to unheard of levels. Owning a car, which had been a right of passage into adulthood, had once again become a symbol of wealth as only the wealthy could afford to fill up their tanks. Through government mandate, public transportation and emergency services were still available for the general populace. With the exhorbant cost of owning a personal vehicle obesity rates had dropped drastically as people became more active. This is a truly different world from what we know today. A group of girls from a private girls school were riding horses down a trail as part of their curriculum. As their were riding through a particular rocky part of the trail on of the horses were suddenly spooked as it reared up, ejecting the dark haired twelve year old girl who was riding it. As she fell to the ground, her head hit a flat rock on the ground just right to seemingly knock her out. "Lizzy!" One of the other girls cried as she turned around a dismounted before running to her friends aid. "Lizzy!" she cried again taking the unconscious girl in her arms. It was then that she noticed some blood on her sleeve when she pulled the girl to her. She stared at the blood for just a second before screaming at the others to go get help. Two months later Zack Irun was a runner for a dealer. This is not illegal though as marijuana had been legalised for some time to the point where licenced dealers can sell their product like ice cream vendors. For both safety and legal reasons, the dealers were only allowed to keep a certain amount of cash on them and runners like Zack were needed to retrieve the excess cash. As Zack was making his way through the concrete jungle jumping over random obstacles and generally showing off his athleticism. He loved free running or parkour as some would call it, though he preferred calling it free running as he truly felt free as he bounded about as he moved forward at a brisk pace. As he bounded through an alleyway he would occasionally run up the wall only to flip backwards to land on his feet while maintaining his forward momentum. As he neared the end of the alley he took the opportunity to run up the wall again to jump backwards where he would run in the opposite direction from where he jumped from. After he flipped backwards from jumping off the wall he ran into a woman just after he landed knocking her over. Zack quickly got up and offered a hand to the woman pulling her to her feet. "Sorry," he apologised, "I hope I didn't hurt you too much." The woman giggled as she stood up, "It's okay cutie," she chirped. It was then that Zack saw something flick behind her. Zack leaned over slightly to get a better look and saw the object flick again. It was a tail. A big black cat tail that matched the colour of her long black hair. Zack stiffened as he instantly recognised what the woman was. A "Neko Necro". Neko Necro's were people converted from unclaimed Jane/John Doe's and people who signed a release to have their bodies converted. There were usually two ways to identify a Neko Necro. The first, and most obvious, was the cat tail on their backside and the second was a metal silver plate the size of a half dollar coin at the base of their skull. The company that produced them designed them to be companions. There were some black market knock-offs but those were stolen products as they had whatever computer system in their head removed and a cord attached to a super computer but were still poorly programmed and acted more like the stiff robots and were little more than the realistic sex dolls of the past. "'K, later then," Zack mumbled as he pushed past her. The Neko Necro giggled and made and exaggerated wave giving him an excited "BYE-BYE!" Zack just rolled his eyes as he began running again. He hated Neko Necro's, there was just something about them that freaked him out. Mostly being that they were essentially dead people that were brought back to life. But another thing was that for some reason, he could see a spark of something in their eyes if he actually looked enough. Despite what he, and a lot of people in the world thought, Neko Necro's were here to stay. "Doesn't matter anyway," Zack thought to himself. He had a job to do and he had four more runs to do before he was done for the day. As he ran on, jumping over benches and newspaper boxes without loosing momentum, he had just jumped and flipped over a fire hydrant before crossing a back alley when suddenly, out of nowhere, a black van came speeding out of the back alley hitting him before he was able to touch the ground. This had obvious caught him off guard since he didn't hear it as it drove into him and hit the ground hard. Zack was still dazed, wondering if the van was electric, when three guys jumped out of the van to pick him up and pull him into the van. By that time Zack was able to finally collect his wits, one of the three men pulled a bag over his head while another knocked him out by hitting him with something. Once Zack was secured, the black van drove off. James Taylor, a British ambassador to the US, had just left the hospital in a state of grief. After two months of praying and waiting, he had given the doctors permission to pull the life support on his daughter Elizabeth. James pulled out his handkerchief and put it to his mouth to stifle the single sob he let out. He was sad and angry at himself for letting his daughter die in such a state and that the kindest thing he could do was let her die peacefully in her sleep. "If only..," he trailed off, his voice weak, trying to think if there was something he could have done. If there was something that wasn't tried yet. He let another sob into his handkerchief before using it to wipe the tears away from his eyes as he began the process of composing himself when another man, carrying a briefcase, walked up the steps and stopped in front of him. James stuffed his handkerchief back into his pocket and coughed a few times, "Yes, is there something I can help you with?" The man pulled out a business card offering it to James, which he took briefly studying it. "Actually mister Tayler, I was hoping there would be something I could do for you." Looking the card over. All there was, was the name "Simon Weltch" followed by a phone number. "And who are you?" The man, Simon, then spoke, "First, I would like to offer my condolences for your lose." "What do you want?" James said abruptly, having been ruffled by the fact this man seemed to know about his daughter's accident, "Get to the point, I don't have time for useless prattle," he told Simon angrily. Simon nodded at that, "Yes of course. I represent the company that produces the product that has come to be known as "Neko Necro's." James' upper lip quivered as anger swept through him, his hands balled into tight fists, "How dare you! You barely wait until just after my daughter has died and you swoop in like a vulture?! How Dare you!" James was about to storm off when Simon grabbed his arm. "I'm not interested in selling her to some pervert. Believe it or not, the heads of the company are offering this to you personally. Elizabeth will be converted so that she will live again. This will be done completely on the company's dime, at no cost to you. Think about it, your daughter will live on. She will grow up into a fine young woman and you will be there to see it happen. Don't let the same thing happen like your wife." "GOOD DAY mister Weltch," and with that James stormed down the steps to the waiting limo leaving the infuriating man on the steps of the hospital. The limo had soon taken him back to the British Embassy where he trudged back to his office to work off the anger he had built up from his encounter with that damnable man Simon Weltch. This however, was a failing endeavor as he grew increasingly frustrated until he finally had to stop as he wasn't progressing any farther. He sat back in his chair and pulled out the card Simon had handed him. He only looked at it for a second before crumpling it up and throwing it into a waste basket. At that he got up and wondered though the halls aimlessly until he found himself in front of the door to this daughter's room. With a trembling hand he turned the knob and entered. Elizabeth's room was exactly as she had left it before she had left for the private girls school. On her bed he saw the stuffed rabbit she forgot to take with her. He sat on the bed and pulled the stuffed animal towards him into a hug. He gave a weak laugh as he remembered when she called him after discovering that she left it behind and pleaded to him to have it sent to her. He had convinced her to just go without it for the time she was at the school and like a dutiful daughter she was, she accepted. Now though, he regretted not sending it to her. He had little doubt that it would have changed nothing about her accident, but at least she would have had something to keep her happy before it happened. With that James gently placed the stuffed rabbit back on the bed and returned to his office. Sitting back at his desk, he looked at a picture of his daughter he had on his desk and just stared. No parent should outlive their children. James held his head in his hands for the longest time trying to think. He desperately wanted his daughter back and as he stared at the waste basket he knew there was only one way that was going to happen. "God help me," James said as he reached into the waste basket and pulled out the crumpled card and dialed the number on the card. It rang twice before it picked up. "Yes, hello?" It was Simon. "What do you need me to do for you to bring my daughter back?" "I'll be over in twenty minutes with some forms for you to sign. In the meantime, I'll arrange for your daughter to be put back on life support until she can be moved to one of our facilities where she can be put through the procedure. Sure enough, twenty minutes later Simon arrived at the embassy with a briefcase and was escorted to James's office where he waited. Simon entered James' office and sat in a chair in front of his desk. Simon then lifted his briefcase onto his lap and opened it pulling out several forms and placed them in front of James. "You will need to read these forms first and then sign them. What they say is that you understand what will be done to Elizabeth's body and you authorise the company to perform the procedure to convert her into a "Neko Necro". The last form is an acknowledgment that the company will be footing the bill for this procedure. Any further adjustments will be paid by you, not including corrections for software or medical reasons, you'll be only responsible in paying for any cosmetic changes such as personality and tail replacement not related to medical reasons," he told James in full business mode. James confirmed as much as he read through the forms but read them twice more to be sure he didn't miss anything. Once he was satisfied, he signed the forms where they indicated. On handing the forms back to Simon who placed them back in his briefcase before pulling out a large booklet and handed it to James. "This booklet is a questionnaire that you will need to fill it out as her personality will be determined by how you fill it out. There is a duplicate questionnaire that you will need to forward to any friends she may have had before her accident. So please, you and the person will both need to be a honest as possible," Simon told him flatly. "Are you saying that I would lie about my own daughter?" James accused. "Of course not," Simon assured, "It's just in cases like these most people would put their relatives on a pedestal, unintentional of course, but in regards to Neko Necro's a person would think the world of them and fill out the questionnaire making them the idealised version of what they remember. And when we program the Neko Necro to that, the owner would become upset that we made a mistake," Simon shrugged at that, "Needless to say, it becomes a huge headache for all those involved, so please, think about the questions before you put your answer down. James just nodded appreciating his honesty and perused the booklet as Simon pulled out a small clipboard. "So, would you happen to know what Elizabeth's favorite big cat was? A tiger or puma perhaps? Or a cheetah?" "Er, tigers I think. Yes, she liked tigers I believe," James said as Simon made a note on the clipboard before replacing it back in the briefcase and closing it. "Why do you ask?" "In the case of Elizabeth, we'll be needing to clone a tiger's tail and attach it to the base of her tailbone," he answered plainly. "I don't want my daughter looking like one of those freaks," James replied as he dropped the booklet. Simon rubbed his eyes," Please understand mister Taylor, the tail is required for balancing. Unfortunately, after a person has died, something happens to the inner-ear that causes them to lose their natural balance. The Tail acts as a counter-balance so that they can remain standing," he explained. "So why not just clone a new inner ear if that is what's needed," James inquired. "Because human clone, on any level, is still illegal. We can get away with cloning animal parts because some organisations are cloning the full animals to bring endangered species back. A grey area, I admit, but necessary." James took a deep breath to calm his nerves, "Very well. Is there anything else you need from me?" Simon closed his briefcase and stood up, "Just have those booklets filled out as soon as possible and call me when you're done. I will come by to pick them up. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to oversee the matter of moving your daughter to a qualified facility for her procedure," he said before turning around and pausing, "And good day to you mister Taylor," he said pleasantly and the showed himself out the door leaving James at his desk alone and with the emotionally heavy booklet in front of him. "Best I get started then," James thought to himself as he opened the booklet and started on the first question. At a relatively nearby undisclosed facility Zack was in an operating room, on a table with a half dozen surgeons working on the back of his head having exposed his brain and had stuck probes in key locations of it. "Memory replication nearly complete," one surgeon said as he adjusted a probe, "Just another five hours. God, these are always painful." "Look on the bright side," another quipped, "After that, it's another four hour surgery session to fit this guy with a plug." "Heh, yeah the fun never stop here," the first one replied. That was the extent of the operating teams conversation and they continued on. Hours later the "replication" of Zack's memories was complete and the lead surgeon went over to a machine that was attached to the probes and pulled out a metal rod the size and length of two double A batteries end to end. "The soul of a man in the palm of my hand," he said trying to sound poetic. "And that is why they say Shakespeare is dead," another said to which the others laughed at as the second operating team filed in to install a socket mount in the back of Zack's head that could fit a rod like the one the lead surgeon had taken from the machine. Just outside the building, Simon had arrived with the body of Elizabeth. Several doctors ran out to the black van that was carrying her and brought her in. "Get her ready for project E.V.O.V.L.E. It's going to be a long couple of days but don't push it. Also, I need a credible reason for why we need to replace her eyes as well." "Yes sir," a doctor responded as she and the others pulled the body into an elevator which took them down to the sub-levels of the building where project E.V.O.L.V.E was held. "Project E.V.O.L.V.E." An acronym for Entity Variations Of Living Vessels' Enterpretation was put together to make use of the Neko Necro craze that had swept much of the developed world. The novelty of Neko Necro's had lent itself to be the perfect spy, unassuming and non- threatening. It would be a surprise if the US government was the only one to think of it. The reason why Elizabeth was being put through the program was because her father, the ambassador: James Taylor was under suspicion of espionage and stealing American military secrets for his own government. For better or worse, it was a stroke of luck for them that his daughter had the accident. And the reason for Zack's abduction was to give the new Elizabeth the skills necessary to get across any obstacles their little spy might run into. Elizabeth's first round of surgery was to remove her eyes and replace them with artificial ones. On the outside, they look just like a house cat's eyes with the slitted pupils. However, underneath the fa?ade were three small camera lenses. One for normal sight, one for night vision, and the last to see in the infra-red spectrum. As the team of doctors worked on her eyes on happened to make a remark. "She's got such pretty eyes. It's a shame we have to toss them." "It can't be helped," said another, "We can't risk the chance that someone will run a DNA test on these. If the target finds out that we were lying about the reason we swapped out her eyes then he's going to ask some much unneeded questions." "Yeah, well, I still say it's a waste." "Your whining has been duly noted." "Ah shut up and hand me the sutures." Once the surgery on the eyes were completed her eyes were bandaged to keep them shut and another team came in and took over the surgery of installing a plug at the base of her head. Since she was flipped over another team was working on her tail bone to graph a tiger's tail to it. Those surgeons had to cut a large patch of skin away to make room for the added muscle control for the tail. The entire combined surgeries all took a total of thirty-six hours to complete. The computerised system in the socket now regulates the girls autonomic functions such as her heart rate and breathing but far all intents and purposes Elizabeth was just a living doll, having no will of her own. Her body was then moved to a room upstairs where it could recuperate and heal from the multiple surgeries. A week later James had completed the booklet as well as Elizabeth's friend from school and called Simon to retrieve it. Later, when Simon arrived to collect them, he had a pained expression on his face. Fearing the worst, James had immediately asked what was wrong. "No, the procedure went very well mister Taylor. It's just that with the time that's past between you deciding to take her off life support and deciding to put her through the procedure, her eyes had suffered a failure that would have made her blind so we were forced to replace them with a state of the art prosthesis that we were fortunate enough to have on hand." "Couldn't you have found a compatible doner set of eyes?" James asked. "Unfortunately, Elizabeth is no longer classified as "human" under the law. Most people regard Neko Necro's as toys rather than living beings." James grumble but aquist. Simon gathered the booklets into his briefcase and left James alone once again. When Simon arrived at the facility he gave the booklets to the programmers who would then construct Elizabeth's new personality matrix. It was another week of filtering through the questionnaires in both booklets before her new personality was complete. Later in the day, James was called to the building where he was then brought to a room where he found his daughter laying on a doctors examination table looking as is she was sound asleep. Not long after, Simon came in with a small case. "Hello mister Tayler," he greeted him. "Yes hello, could we get on with this please?" James asked impatiently. "Yes, of course," he replied opening the small case and taking out a metal rod. "This rod is very important. Without this, Elizabeth won't be able to move except to breath. if there's any problems with how she acts, we'll just remove this and make the necessary adjustments," Simon explained as he set the rod into the socket and pushed it in where it locked in place where it became flush with the small plate at the base of her skull. Only a moment passed before the girls eyes fluttered as she woke up. She then sat up and looked around the room, her eyes looking eerie, until her gaze came upon James. "Daddy!" she said excitedly as she jumped off the table and ran to James and grabbed him in a hug. "I missed you Daddy," she said as she continued to hug him. James fell to his knees. He never thought that he would hear her voice again and hugged her back. Her eyes were a little disconcerting but he didn't care. Even if the girl in his arms was just a shadow of his daughter he didn't care. She was awake. After what seemed like an eternity James finally, reluctantly, let go and stood up. "Lets get you home Elizabeth," he told the girl. "Ok daddy," she replied with a flick of her tail which caused James to visibly wince. The two left the room and soon the building and rode a limo back to the embassy. When they arrived "Elizabeth" jumped out of the limo to marvel at the embassy building. "Wow," she said as her tail swished back and forth, obviously amazed, "This is where we live? It's so big!" James couldn't help but smile. It was the same way she reacted when they first came here. "Perhaps Elizabeth isn't gone," James thought, "Maybe she had just forgotten." A large part of James knew that he was only deluding himself but he couldn't help it. He followed her as she ran while giggling to the double doors and pushing her way inside. As James lead Elizabeth down the halls she ran around him looking at the d?cor as well as saying hello to the people they came across who in turn did a double-take when they noticed her tail and then her eyes. James dismissed them as he passed by until they reached Elizabeth's room. When Elizabeth entered, she immediately spied the stuffed rabbit on the bed and bee-lined to it, wrapping it in her arms and hugging it tightly and turned to James. "This is my bunny right daddy?" she asked with a playful smile. James was about to say yes when someone came up to him telling him about a sudden problem. James gave a sigh as he was hoping to spend more time with his daughter. He told Elizabeth that he would be working in his office and he would come back as soon as he could. Elizabeth nodded and did what she was told but looked a little sad. Later as James was in his office going over paperwork, there was a knock on the door. "Yes, what is it?" he asked a little irritated. The door opened and Elizabeth's head poked out from behind it and James sat back in his chair and rubbed the weariness out of his eyes. "Hello Cherry (His nickname for Elizabeth), what are you doing out of your room?" Elizabeth walked in, "It got boring in there," she then ran around the desk and tried to jump into James' lap, being hampered as the armrest of the chair, "Can you come and play with me?" James looked at the clock on his desk, it read 9:38 pm. "Is it that late already?" He rubbed his eyes again before he got up and took his daughter's hand and lead her out back to her room. "I'm afraid it is past your bedtime now Cherry," he said to her. "Aww, but daddy, I want to play," she pouted, her striped tail flicking in annoyance. "And we will Cherry," he assured her, "Tomorrow we can play," he told her. Elizabeth looked down dejected, "Okay." Soon enough they arrived at her room where James had her change into her nightwear before tucking her in. With a kiss on her forehead, he wished her sweet dreams and left after turning the lights off. Elizabeth had quickly fallen asleep soon after. In the midnight hours Elizabeth suddenly awoke. Sitting up in bed she saw that it was still dark out and laid back down in effort to go back to sleep. But after tossing and turning she was unable to so she got up to look for her father. She didn't know where her daddy's room was but her mind reasoned that he might be in his office, so she walked off in that direction. As she walked through the halls she decided to play a game by hiding whenever someone came by. It was fun to her and when she reached her father's office she gave herself a small cheer that she was a good hider as no one she came across saw her even once. When she opened the door she saw that the lights were off but she didn't mind as the night vision lenses in her eyes activated showing the room in green shades. Her simple mind marveled at this but decided to keep it a secret from her daddy just in case they ever played hide and seek in the dark. As she was about to step into the room, the infra-red lenses in her eyes activated showing the previously hidden trip lasers. "Oh, daddy is so sneaky," she thought with a grin thinking this was all just a game her father did for her. Elizabeth was about to leave since her father wasn't here her sights immediately locked on the computer sitting on his desk. "Maybe daddy has some games on his computer," she thought as she got ready to move. Taking a step back, she jumped forward over a row of trip lasers using her momentum to jump over the back of the chair in front of the desk where she landed on her father's desk. She then hopped down into her father's chair and turned on the computer. Thanks to the cryptography programs loaded into her she was able to get past the log in, but to her it was all just a game and she prided herself on being so smart. After getting past the log in she began looking through documents, trying to look for games, while every image she saw was saved in the rod in her skull. Eventually, after Elizabeth looked through all the files on the entire computer, she yawned and decided that she was too sleepy to play now. She turned off the computer and left the office the same way she came in and closed the door and made her way back to her room. Once she was in she laid down on the bed and pulled the blanket above her head and promptly fell asleep once again. The next day, true to his word, James had cleared his schedule for the day and took Elizabeth for a walk to a nearby park. Elizabeth giggled as she ran around the park jumping all over the playground equipment and had a small game of tag with some other kids while James watched from a bench. After a time Elizabeth ran back to her father grabbing his hand and trying to pull him up. "Come on daddy, let's go play hide and go seek," she smiled as she continued to tug his hand. James gave a small chuckle before he finally stood up, "Okay then," he told her as he found her smiling face infectious. "Yay! Ok daddy, I'll go hide and you find me." When James accepted the terms Elizabeth ran off before turning back, "And no peeking daddy or it wouldn't be fair!" she told him. James, still grinning, made a show of covering his hands before he started counting. Elizabeth then ran off over to a group of trees and hid behind them. As she waited, Simon came up behind her. "Hello Elizabeth," he said as she looked up at him. Elizabeth remembered him from when she woke up the other day, "Oh, hello. You have to be quiet because I'm playing hide and seek with daddy," she said looking as if she had a secret. Simon smile back, "Elizabeth, can you turn around and show me the back of your neck please?" "Okay," she said and did what he told her. Simon brushed the hair out of the way showing the grey silver plate of metal at the base of her skull. He then ran his index finger over the end of the exposed rod which caused Elizabeth to gasp. As the rod disengaged the Elizabeth personality gave way to Zack's as in those few seconds he suddenly remembered everything that had happened to him. From being hit by the van to waking up as a girl. It was like a dream as he couldn't move or act on his own as his new body moved without his wanting to. It was only when the rod containing "him" was he finally able to think clearly again and understand what was happening to him. He tried to move, but he couldn't and his body slumped down to the ground. It would have fallen all the way if Simon hadn't caught him. But, as the rod in the back of his neck pushed out, his consciousness fell to blackness as Simon pulled the rod from the girls neck. Simon replaced the rod with another one which cause the girl to wake up, none the wiser and ran back to her dad to play some more. Zack sat up suddenly gasping for breath as he started to look around before a strong pair of hands pushed him back down. "Easy there, you're safe now," the voice said. Zack took a few more breaths waiting for his vision to clear when he suddenly recognised the voice. It was his own. He turned to where he heard his voice and much to his horror, he was staring at his own face that was looking back at him trying to look reassuring. "What the fuck?!" Zack screamed before pausing at the sound of his voice. It was too light and sounded like a woman's. Zack immediately looked down at himself and was shocked to see breasts sitting atop his chest under a red shirt. "What the fuck?" he said again as he brought feminine hands up to his chest feeling the flesh on his hands and was horrified to feel his hands through the breasts. He began to hyperventilate. "Easy now," his body said carefully, "I take it from your reaction that I'm in your body?" Zack swallowed before speaking, "How is this possible? Why are you in my body? And whose body is this?" he questioned. His body gave him a sad look, "You're a Neko Necro now, the guys who did this to us don't really care whose in what body, and I don't really know who the person's body you now has since no one here has claimed it yet," he answered each question in order. It wasn't until the guy in his body told him that he was a Neko Necro that he was suddenly aware of a long appendage attached to just above his rear but he was still in denial. "You're lying!" he accused him. His body just gave him a dismissive look, "Feel the back of your neck," he told him. With a shaking hand he reached back and felt under the long hair and could swear his heart stopped as he felt a round metal plate there. "No!" he shouted, "Nononononononono," he repeated pulling himself into the fetal position as he rocked back and forth trying to come to terms with the situation he found himself in. It just doesn't make any sense, he reasoned, only people who just died were made into Neko Necro's and he was sure he didn't die. And even if he did, shouldn't he be just as mindless as the Neko Necro's he saw then? After awhile Zack had finally calmed down and slowly got up. the guy wearing his body was still with him and Zack noticed that there was a tail attached just above his rear too. "Is that a cheetah's tail?" he thought vaguely as he turned around to look at his own tail. As he turned his head, black hair whip in his face and saw a long black tail. He grabbed it and gave it a squeeze feeling a slight pain as he did which proved he now had a tail. The guy in his body gently pushed him over to a mirror on the wall. When he looked into it, he saw the face of the Neko Necro he first saw before he got ran over by the van. He stared at the cute face with big (to him) breast on his chest. As he stared at the woman he saw his tail flick behind him. He grabbed it to hold it still to keep it from distracting him from his small feminine body. His body came up beside him and put his hands on his small shoulders, "Welcome to project E.V.O.L.V.E.," he said with a note of snark and distaste. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope everyone has enjoyed this as I think I'll be adding future stories to this little universe. I would also like to open this up to others as well if any would like to contribute. Just please contact me first and I'll send the universe rules. Thanks for reading.