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The Slavering, Chapter 04
The Tuesday after mid-terms was one of those rare days. Cheri didn't have
class, didn't have labs, and didn't have a shift at the Frog or at the
Dragon. She spent the day in her room, sitting in the doorway. She
watched a photo shoot, then live-action takes. Mostly it was porn, but
there was some acting.
This porn involved many, many retakes. It wasn't sexy at all. Cheri had
no idea how they managed to perform. Acting, she supposed. It took a
certain mindset? Cheri recognized some of the faces, even one of the
stunt dicks, from movies that she and Brent watched together.
At one point, they were shooting four different scenes, each on a
different set. One on the bed. One in the front "office." One at the
kitchen bar, and one on an X-frame they pulled from the props room and
set up by the panopticon shower.
Some random dude in aloha wear brought coffee to Cheri. "I'm Lance
Peltier." He pronounced it Pel-teer. "Associate director. Producer." He
bowed.
"Cheri. I live here." She nodded.
"How's that work?" he asked.
"They knock rent off per diem on the days you shoot. I get paid to clean
up when you guys leave. Chaos," she said, gesturing around. "How do you
know what to do when? How do the women know when to scream out so they're
not interfering with each other's audio?"
"Noise-canceling and careful editing. Also, we storyboard. Then we
attempt to get everything done in one day. But there's always something.
There's an opening on Set Three if you're up for it. We have a girl out.
Hepatitis."
Cheri blushed. She grinned and shook her head.
"Off-camera," he said. "Spooge girl. You make the girls photo-ready and
handle the spooge monster."
Cheri laughed. "Spooge monster?"
"That freshly fucked look? You think that's all natural?"
Cheri said, "The orgasms look so real. But they cum on command."
"NESted orgasms. Neuro-electric stimulation. They're real, very real.
Mostly."
"Feelies," Cheri said.
"AVS," Lance said. "Audio-visual-sensurround, with Universal View.
Zoomable from any angle. You can plug into any character, all characters,
or none."
"Complicated."
"It's an art. We take pride in creating orgasms that are worthy of
broadcast." Lance looked into Cheri's room. "How much rent do you pay?"
"More than I like."
"That's your robotics project in the corner? Can we use it?"
"It's not mobile yet."
"We need it for background."
"Sure. My team gets credit?"
Lance called over a woman with an electronic clipboard. "Racine."
Racine said, "Name?"
"Cheri, why?"
"Name of your robotics team."
"Biomass Eleven."
"Spell that."
Cheri did.
"How much does she pay in rent?" Lance asked.
Racine said, "Twenty-seven thou."
Lance looked into Cheri's room. "Twenty-seven thou to use your room as a
set."
"What? How long?"
"I dunno. This week. Next. However long it takes to shoot Sticky Ends One
and Two. We need a daughter's bedroom."
"Ew. Who does the clean-up?"
"You. That's your job, right?"
"Twenty-seven thousand?" Cheri only paid a third of that each month.
"Cash?"
"Direct deposit. We'll provide a bed in a semi-private trailer while we
shoot."
"A bed and a desk?"
"A dining table."
Cheri shrugged. "Let me get my stuff."
"No. Leave it."
"School stuff. Change of clothes. Hygiene products?"
He nodded. Racine handed Cheri the clipboard. "Sign here. Synch your
Student U card and sign these tax forms. Unless you prefer another bank?"
Cheri filled her purse with clothes and sundries. "Does the trailer have
a hair dryer? A charging dock for my PAS?" Cheri showed her PAS to
Racine.
Racine nodded.
Cheri asked, "Can I get a copy of the scenes you shoot in my room? Also
the outtakes?"
Racine deferred to Lance.
"Not for resale," Lance said. "View-only. One device. You can't copy,
edit, or share."
"It's for my boyfriend. He's wired."
"A single device," Lance reiterated.
"This PAS?"
He nodded. "Can do."
On the way out, Cheri checked the spooge machine. It looked lonely,
mopey, depressed. It was a biomechanical construct with a simple mind.
She laughed. Tending it would be like minding an overeager puppy. She pat
its sensor array. She wasn't ready to touch its head.
It responded joyfully, getting spooge on Cheri's boot.
This explained some of the messes that Cheri had cleaned up in this
apartment.
********
Brent lazed on the bed in the trailer. He stroked his cock as they
watched today's scenes and cut-scenes from Cheri's room. "You need a
feelie suit," he said. "You're missing half the fun."
"I'm saving for an IUD."
"Why? I'm on the pill."
"I've seen how often you miss a dose. And you're not supposed to drink or
smoke."
"It's ninety-six percent effective."
"You know what they call someone who is four percent pregnant? Mommy."
Brent laughed.
"You want to pay child support? Because we are not getting married." She
touched his arm and her voice softened. "I almost have enough."
"The Teacup will give you an IUD - free."
"If I work there."
"You do work there."
She did. Whenever Vangon assigned her an extra shift. She said, "I make
beds. I don't unmake them."
Brent grinned.
"That one time. With you. Doesn't count."
"My girlfriend works at the Teacup. And I get exclusives."
"And you wonder why you can't keep a girlfriend. Fuck. How many people
have you told that to?"
"Calem. His girl. They already knew, anyway." Brent fitted a condom over
his dick and used a tube of lube she didn't recognize.
Oh boy. Cheri's arsehole twitched with anticipation.
"Log on," he said, tapping Cheri's specs. He handed her the gamer's
gloves. "I want to try something."
Cheri fitted gloves over her hands. The menu for Slavering 2 came up.
*Join group?*
Cheri saw the text and heard the annoying childlike voice. She nodded in.
She saw Brent's play name, and an avatar named Cheri2. She noticed,
without surprise, that Brent's besties were also on. Calem and Stoch.
Huck. Calem's girlfriend, whatsername. Cheri knew the woman's screen name
but had never learned her real name.
Of a guild of thirteen, eight were in the game. Two new names today.
Heather and Eleven. No, she'd misread that. It was Elvenne.
"Brent." Cheri gave him side-eye through the specs.
"It's a private session. I'm not sharing you."
"Okay."
"Although if you step out of chat...."
"Not a chance, Brent."
Cheri ghosted into the room, taking a third-person view. Brent's avatar,
Rivet, was a beefier version of Brent himself. He was wearing a soccer
uniform, what Tesla called football. Manchester United. Cheri2 was
obviously modeled on Cheri, down to the pigmented birthmark on her lower
back. Bigger tits, longer hair. A bit more curvy.
She noticed Brent ghosting next to her.
Brent said, "A tramp stamp would cover that birthmark."
"Yah, no." Cheri stepped into POV. She tried Rivet on, then changed to
Cheri2.
Rivet said, "Vag or bum?" Cheri heard Brent's voice beside her, then
heard Rivet a split-second later. It was like poor dubbing. Or an echo.
Cheri said, "Anal." She heard her own voice in feedback. Breathy. Bad-
girl femme, like Mae West.
Brent/Rivet said, "I took my pill today."
"Brent, Rivet, whoever you are...."
He/they nodded. Cheri noticed the same fractional delay between Brent's
nod and Rivet's.
The trailer was too far away from Cheri's workstation. It was causing
lag.
Cheri knew from experience that she would adapt. After a few minutes, she
would no longer notice the echo. She undressed Rivet. She glanced down.
She could see her own boobs, nested inside Cheri2's larger set.
Brent turned her around, facing the 3D screen in real life and also in
virtual.
She eased herself onto Brent. She felt a tug, a familiar burning
sensation.
For the first time, ever, it didn't hurt.
Warmth. The lube?
Rivet cupped her boob with one hand. A moment later, Brent did the same
in the real. He pulled her down on his full length.
"Legs open, please," Rivet said.
Cheri complied. She wriggled, adjusting to the fullness. She raised up,
following Cheri2's cue, and started pistoning gently on Brent's dick.
What was this called? Reverse cowgirl? No. She'd seen this position named
once. Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs splayed. Sitting on his lap,
facing away.
She felt and heard something clamp to her pussy. She felt a buzz, almost
electric. Cheri startled. She yelped.
"Easy, easy," Bent said. "It's just a vibrator."
Rivet called it a spider.
She looked down. In the virtual, it was one of those spider mechs,
clamped to her avatar's pussy. Chittering and buzzing at her lady bits.
In the real, it was a vibrator. Cheri arched her back. She closed her
eyes. She started fucking again. Gently. She sighed.
Brent said, "Your simulant is teaching me to pay attention to your
pleasure."
Cheri smiled. "I could kiss her for that."
Cheri switched POV to Rivet. She kissed Cheri2. She felt Brent's lips in
the real on her own. Cheri2 winked and said, "You're welcome."
She switched POV back to ... herself?
Brent said, "I can't wait for you to get tactile AV. So many things I
want to do to you."
Cheri laughed nervously.
Another reason to avoid the AVS rig.
She heard Cheri2's voice speak to Rivet. "Like this." Cheri's avatar
reached down, guiding Brent's hand in the real.
Cheri's eyes popped open. She gasped. "Ya," she said. "Like that."
Cheri's toes curled. Her legs clamped. Her arsehole sputtered.
Too early, too early. If she climaxed now...
It would hurt later. Because Brent wouldn't stop until he nutted. This
was his second? Third go? This afternoon.
He'd pound her until she was raw.
Cheri bucked through an intense orgasm. Pain added to the pleasure.
Maybe she could...
Could...
Maybe she could suck him off. That would save her poor arsehole.
She could also...
Take it in the pussy.
No, never again. Not after that last pregnancy scare.
She heard Cheri2. "Tease her with it, Brent. If you just hold it there,
she goes numb. That's it. Like I coached you. Surprise."
Cheri giggled nervously.
Cheri2 spoke to her on the private circuit. "Ready for another?"
Huh?
Oh.
Cheri felt another orgasm starting.
This only happened when she masturbated.
The difference, here, was that the second climax was more satisfying than
the first.
Unlike when she diddled herself.
********
Forty minutes later, Cheri was on her knees, working a dildo in her vag
while Brent pounded her arse with no mercy. The vibrator was clamped to
her pussy with a smart arm.
She couldn't escape that vibrator. She'd tried. Cheri2 controlled the
vibrator. And the smart arm.
Cheri jerked through another orgasm. She yelled things that she'd never
said before.
Her avatar was coaching.
"Brent," Cheri said, twitching through aftershocks. "Stop."
"I'm almost there."
"I won't be able to walk."
"I'm almost there."
"Finish in my mouth," Cheri said. She tried to pull away. She felt
another orgasm stirring.
Cheri2 said, "Finish in her hair."
Cheri felt annoyance and alarm. Then she shrugged. She nodded.
That would do it. He would try that. It would get him out of her arse.
Cheri2 knew how to manipulate Brent. Cheri could use some coaching in
that department, too.
Brent said, "You'll let me do that? You're okay with it?"
She nodded again. She wondered at the thrill this gave her.
He pulled out.
The smart arm took her dildo. It pulled it out of her vag and stuck it up
her arse.
Bigger than Brent was. Cheri rested for a moment, adjusting to the new
fit.
Cheri2 said, "Gun over. Roll."
Cheri rolled onto her back. The dildo spun in her arse and twitched.
Smart arm.
Rivet hopped around and knelt by Cheri's face. He'd taken his condom off.
Cheri grabbed Rivet's cock with her hand. She could feel it through her
gamer's glove. "Brent?" she said. "Where are you?" Cheri glanced down.
There he was in the real, VR overlay making him ghost in and out. He
lingered between her legs. Erection bobbing.
Brent played with her boob. Rivet took her other boob. She couldn't feel
Rivet's hand, except when he guided her hand with his own.
Brent shifted. His erection pressed against her pussy.
"No, Brent," Cheri said. "Please."
The vibrator pulsed against her clitoris. She heard the spider
chittering.
She glanced over to Cheri2, who was somehow a ghost in 3rd person while
also present in POV. Cheri said to her avatar, "Whose side are you on?"
Cheri2 smiled. She said, "Press it against her until she cums. Don't put
it in."
The vibrator pulsed again. The smart arm worked the dildo farther into
Cheri's arse.
Cheri2 continued coaching Brent. "Rub it up and down at the entrance.
Side to side, up and down. Put the tip in. Just a bit. Pull it out."
Cheri huffed with frustration at Cheri2. She glanced up to Rivet, then
Brent. "You took your pills?" Cheri asked. Bad idea, bad idea. Cheri
shifted, letting him in.
"I took my pill." Brent grinned. "Cheri reminded me. He nodded to
Cheri2."
Cheri felt a flash of annoyance. When she reminded Brent about his pills,
he was dismissive. But when ... some other woman....
A pulse from the vibrator interrupted that chain of thought.
Cheri said, "I better not get pregnant. Hey, gentle!"
"Ignore her," Cheri2 said. "She likes it rough."
Cheri arched her back. She moaned.
Rivet said, "Don't forget me."
Cheri locked eyes with Rivet as Brent pounded her. She whimpered through
the first orgasm.
She cried through the next one.
The boys traded places. Brad finished on her hair and face. He made her
lick it clean. It smelled of shit. It ruined the mood for her. Cheri
could see a ring of brown at the base of his dick. It marked where the
condom had stopped.
*Instant!* Cheri thought.
*Lust be gone.*
*Market this at Sexpo 55.* Brent already had tickets. Maybe they could
get a booth.
Rivet finished on her belly.
Then Brent astounded her. He washed the toys in the sink.
She liked this new boyfriend. And then....
Yep. Too good to be true. "Brent, whose vibrator is that?" Cheri could
see clearly now, as the VR scene faded.
"I found it under the pillow."
"Ew. Brent?" Cheri checked the bottle of lube - also not hers. She
snapped a photo of it with her specs. She wouldn't admit this to Brent
but she would buy this lube if she could afford it. "I think we're in the
wrong bed," she said. She cleaned herself with wipes from her purse.
"Racine said the bed by the kitchen."
Cheri examined the tube of lube. "Enhance your pleasure."
Yep.
It included friendly flora to promote healing and a topical analgesic.
Anal-gesic. Cheri smiled at the pun. She put the lube by the sink, next
to the vibrator. She put the dildo in her purse. "Pull the curtains," she
said. "I need a nap." Her day started at five and ended after midnight.
She pulled the Wolverines sweatshirt on and laid down.
"Mind if I play the game?" Brent asked. He was hard again.
"You're a monster," she said.
She fell asleep with her hand on Brent's erection.
********
She woke up on her face, getting riveted from behind. Her hand was at her
pussy. The other hand was at her boob.
It had been a nice dream. "That had better be in my arse," she said.
"It is."
Brent's voice. Oh, good. It just now occurred to her that it could have
been anyone.
Three beds in this trailer.
An unknown crowd of people might have keys.
Was the door locked?
She worked herself through an orgasm. Then she fell asleep again.
********
She woke at ten. Brent was gone. There was a woman at the sink. Cheri
recognized this woman. The "daughter" in the daughter's room.
There was a threesome fucking in the third bed.
The woman pulled the vibrator from the dish drain. "You washed it," she
said. It sounded like a question.
Cheri nodded. "Sorry. My boyfriend, ah...." What could she say? Nothing
really excused this.
The woman frowned. "He found it under the pillow."
Cheri nodded again. She sat up, crossed her legs in the lotus position.
She pulled her sweatshirt over her knees.
"That's nasty, girl."
"No worse than you using the one you found under my pillow." Cheri
couldn't believe she was saying this. But there it was. She was learning
bad habits from Brent, attacking when she should apologize.
"I thought it was a prop. Name's Candy." She bumped fists with Cheri.
"Cheri."
"Stage name?" Candy asked.
"Nope. That's my birth name."
"Must have been a howl, going through middle school with that name."
"Some of my favorite memories." Cheri smiled wryly.
Candy snorted. "Better than Elsinore. That's my birth name."
"I can see that on the marquee," Cheri said. She held up a hand.
"Elsinore and the Seven Elves."
"Too much sass," the woman said.
"Elsinore on the Road to Aragorn?"
"Better."
"Time to wash and change the sheets," Cheri said. She hunted for her
clothes.
"You're the clean-up girl?"
"That's me. Spooge girl couldn't make it."
"Hang one," Candy said. She handed Cheri a strip of paper.
"What's this for?"
"Test yourself, girl. I get tested daily. Diseases? STIs?"
"How do I use it?"
"Smear it around your humpa-wumpa. It helps if you're juiced."
Cheri reached into her shorts with the test strip. "Sharp," she
complained.
"Yeah. Paper cuts are mood killers. Pull it out. Wait two minutes. Put it
in the reader." Candy nodded towards a machine by the coffee maker.
"I thought that was a stapler."
"Do you know what the perverts here would do with a stapler?"
Cheri smiled nervously. They waited two minutes.
"You're clean," Candy said. "I can tell by looking. Put it in the reader
if you want the official report."
Cheri did.
"Warts," Candy said. "Huh. You had your shots?"
Cheri nodded.
"Get a booster. This says you've been exposed."
Cheri fidgeted.
Candy laughed. She handed Cheri another test strip. "Check your mouth.
You do butt stuff?"
Cheri looked away. She shrugged.
Candy handed her a third test strip.
********
"Hease! I should kick you!" Cheri hugged him instead.
Hease looked wary.
She punched his shoulder. Hard. "That's for selling Cheri2 to Brent." She
kissed him on the cheek. "This if from Cheri2."
Hease rubbed his shoulder. "It worked out?"
Cheri smiled wistfully. She twirled her hair. "Sex was bang-on
fucktastic."
"He went down on you?"
"No. Damnit. He used a vibrator. Another girl's vibrator, but that's a
conversation after beer."
Hease opened the mini-fridge.
"Raincheck," Cheri said. "Is there an all-night clinic the girls use?"
"Teacup girls?"
Cheri nodded.
"Ask Jenny."
"I'm asking you."
"You pregnant?"
"Warts."
"Ooh. There's one in Riverside. It accepts the school plan. I can take
you."
********
Cheri logged on while she waited at the clinic. She cursed and tapped her
specs.
"Problems?" Hease asked.
"Cheri2. Brent's passing her around."
"I told him to do that."
"Huh?"
"A simulant has to learn what she likes somehow."
Cheri punched his shoulder. "You twat."
"It was that or Public Use. Only you, Brent, and I see Cheri2 when we
look at your simulant." He shrugged. "And Xi. Everyone else sees a
different simulant, with a different name."
"Why can Xi see me?"
"She logs on to my account."
"So, anyone who logs onto Brent's account...."
"He does that?"
Cheri nodded.
"Oops?" Hease cringed.
Cheri said, "Twat." She held up a fist.
"Thank me for the bang-on sex again."
Cheri sighed. "Who is Elvenne?"
"Xi."
"Heather?"
Hease smiled.
"You've been fucking my avatar?"
"Not just that avatar, girlfriend. Your player characters? The other
Cheri emulations?"
"That's icky." Cheri logged back on. She pulled up her dev tools. She
looked at Cheri2's history. "How can one girl have this much sex?"
"Most of it is Rule 63 sex. Chuck 77? That's a male version of yourself."
"Cheri2 likes it ugly and often."
"She's assertive. That's where she differs from you."
"Are you saying I'm weak?"
"You like your men manly and in-charge. More of a bottom than a top.
Cheri2 shows you can be a top, too. Choose your own adventure."
"What does Heather show you?"
"Nothing I didn't already know." He smiled. "I'd make a fair lesbian. I
can tolerate sex as a business transaction. Men love me." He put a hand
to his forehead and swooned.
"Does Eleven have a Rule 63?"
Hease nodded.
"What's he like?"
Hease sighed. "My dream boat. I could fall in love with that man."
********
"Hease, why do you play this game?" Cheri sat heavily onto the sectional.
Hease paused the game. "I get paid."
"I'm game-over with Mother D." Cheri growled with frustration.
"Bad end?"
"Not yet. Kind of inevitable." She passed Mother D's link to Hease.
"Hostile takeover. Rapes. Conversion. She was a mamasan. Now she's
another worker."
"You can salvage this." Hease passed the link back. "Epic difficulty.
S'posed to be challenging."
"How do I salvage it?"
"Work your way up. Gain their trust. Save-scrum, but that's cheating."
"She enjoys her job. She climaxes with most clients. Masturbates between
clients."
"Sex sells." Hease shrugged.
"If I was wearing a rig, I would climax with her."
Hease nodded. He smiled. "Aaaand, here is the real problem."
"She climaxed during the gang rape. Nine times."
"It's a game."
"I'm not sure I want to teach my body that response. I sure as fuck don't
want to teach it to the wider world."
"Do you hear the words you say?"
"What?"
"You're not sure if it's a proper response for you, but you are certain
it's not proper for the rest of us."
"This is just another hammer in the rape culture."
"It is."
"I'm out."
"Can I have your avatars?"
"Fuck you, Hease. I'm quitting the maid job, too."
"Where will you work?"
"Coffee cart. Xi says I'd look cute in a half-tee."
"So buy the damned t-shirt. Xi makes a quarter of what you make, and she
works more hours. You know you're up to three percent profit sharing,
right? Three percent. I'm at three mils."
"It's evil."
"It's sex. Safe sex. I can be male or female as I choose. I can fuck or
suck. No one assaults me, not in the real. If I don't like my skin, I
change it."
"The males in this game are jerks."
"You're on the most difficult mode. Try Easy for a while."
"That turns it into a dating sim." She sat down again. "It feels like
cheating."
"Brent is being good to you?"
Cheri grunted. "Not really. His friends are getting handsy."
"Dump the chump. Find another."
Cheri put her head in her hands. "I like it when we double up." Cheri
looked up. "When we act out in the real what is happening in VR."
Hease grinned. "Testify. Wait until you try it in full AVS."
"I am this close to buying an AVS rig instead of an IUD."
"Girl."
"I could have both. Put in a few shifts at the Teacup. They'll pay for my
IUD. Get an implant while I'm at it."
"Girl."
"I'm scared. I could do these things. I ... I have it in me. I dream
about it."
"You ever get so angry you wish another person dead? So mad you can see
yourself beating a person to death? Running him down with a bus?" Hease
looked away.
"Ayuh. Maybe not the beating part."
"Ever actually murdered someone?"
Cheri smiled. She pat Hease on the arm. "You're a good friend. I needed
this." She cupped her boobs. "Probably need to get laid. Do you think I
have an addictive personality?"
"Brent seems addicted to you."
"Brent is addicted to anything with a cunt." She sat. "I almost fucked up
last night. I need to process. Can I just, like, think aloud?"
"When I broke up with Rejean, you listened to my shit for hours." Hease
put his chin on his hands. "Don't bore me, honey. I fall asleep easily."
"I'm making choices. This game. It's an excuse, ya know? We double-dated
last night. Me and Brent, Calem and Saseko."
"Saseko?"
"You know her as Minx, in the game." Cheri paused. "We ended up at the
Dewdrop. A room with one bed. The four of us. Playing that fucking game.
Doubling up in the real. I almost climbed on the wrong guy."
"So?"
"What do you mean, so?"
"Might have been giving yourself a birthday present. Cheat on him openly.
He dumps you. Happily ever after. Especially if Calem eats pussy."
"He does."
Hease smiled.
"Not me, dammit." She changed subjects. "I made out with Saseko."
Hease grinned.
"I am never eating pussy again. Saseko has a yeast infection."
Hease laughed.
Cheri huffed. "I'm moving to Canada. Or Vegas. I can't get that smell off
my face."
"There's a nunnery in April City."
"Buddhist nuns. Do they fuck? Gods, I love oral sex." She flopped back on
the sectional.
"Release date is in June now. I'll talk to Tantrell. Ask for Medical
again."
"Just in time for finals."
"You want I should work Mother D?"
"No. I'll claw her out of the hole I dumped her in."
"Or," Hease said. "Start again from the beginning. You save often,
right?"
"Mother D is the one I double up with when I'm with Brent. I am the
reason she fell. The choices I make. That boy has way too much experience
with prostitutes. I think he's been there in real life."
"You need more test strips? Condoms?"
Cheri shook her head. "Should I go for a sugar suit or a spinal?"
"Spinal has more fidelity. The tech is mature. When it's good, it's the
best." Hease sighed. "When it's bad, the worst. You can't ignore it or
power through."
"Yes, but a sugar suit gives me head, lips, and tongue."
"That's not always a blessing." Hease stuck a finger down his throat. He
made gagging noises.
"I'll ask Tantrell for both."
"Um."
"Trying to talk me out of it?"
"If you tell him I talked you into it, I get a bonus."
Cheri laughed. She slapped his face. "That's for talking me into playing
this fucked-up rape game." She kissed him on the lips. "That's for
listening. Wanna sixty-nine?"
Hease backed away. "I have a girlfriend. Besides, we're cousins, right?"
"My mother's second husband's nephew by marriage. Not real cousins. I'll
be in my room. Fantasizing about a man who eats pussy!"
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