AuTCRONE is a Cleenr, a human/digital construct or cyborg, one of a cadre of cyborgs made by Cyb_Corp to protect the Citizen Enclaves from catastrophic wildfires and flooding; caused by human-made global warming.

In AuTCRONE’s world it is 2247 [+/- 200] and digital technology has become ever more sophisticated. Using the implanted Inter_Timeapp, AuTCRONE is able to send us data and information from the future.

All we know of AuTCRONE's world has come to us in snippets of data the artist ...kruse has been able to recover/discover from hidden data-portals currently active online. These data-portals ...kruse discovered by accident. Information is coming from the future in fragments and this repository will be updated when new information reaches us. 

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...kruse/Philip Goundrey 

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AuTCRONE Timeline

The Last Year

AuTCRONE’s mother born

AutCRONE born

First Cyborgs made - all died


First cyborg (AuTCRONE) survives the cyborgian process.
Her name is a nickname given to her by the Cyb_corp engineers who built her and is therefore different to the other Cleenrs.

Intertime app created


Artist ...kruse receives first AuTCRONE data stream 

AuTCRONE Repository


In AuTCRONE's future, the population is generally made up of young people. Not many live beyond the age of 40, mainly because of the effects of pollution on their bodies. Anyone older than 40, or younger people with care intensive illnesses/disabilities are expected to be a good citizen and chose voluntary euthanasia. This is not forced on them by law, but by a strong social expectation - to live ill and old is to be selfish; citizens who chose to live on are often subject to verbal and physical abuse.

Older citizens who chose not to euthanise and who are in fairly good physical shape were selected for the Cleenrs programme, run by Cyb_Corp. The Cleenrs join work parties that go out from the Enclaves and do dangerous, suicidal work in the ‘Out World,’ the climate battered landscape surrounding the Enclaves. This work might include shoring up flood defenses, fighting fires, cleaning up damaged nuclear sites. Cleenrs never return to the Citizen Enclaves.


While humans cannot yet be fully digitised (see Cyb_Corp Killing EvE transcript), advances in wearable and digital technology have meant that all humans have some cyborg elements, such as implanted currency chips, wearable energy producers and implanted pollution alert devices. However, cyborgs like AuTCRONE are more tech and digital than human. They are able to exist as autonomous units in extreme climate conditions, with armored exoskeletons and many more digital enhancements than typical humans. 



AuTCRONE is a Cleenr, a human/digital construct or cyborg, one of a cadre of cyborgs made by Cyb_Corp to protect the Citizen Enclaves from catastrophic wildfires and flooding; caused by human-made global warming.

AuTCRONE connected to ...kruse using Inter_Time™ technology, sending out coded messages which were inadvertently picked up by ...kruse through an online Tarot reader. ...kruse came to realise that messages were encoded into the card readings. After several months of painstaking decryption, communication between the artist and the cyborg began in winter 2019.

We do not know how old AuTCRONE is. The earliest data we received from her is dated late 2100s, however one of her most recent sendings is dated over two hundred years later, if we can trust the app to date texts correctly. We do now that AuTCRONE was/is female, that she was 76 years old when she became a cyborg and that she will be born 29 years from now (2021). In some texts AuTCRONE tells us that she had been a mother and indicates that she was black British, but we do not know how much of the human woman still exists inside the cyborg shell, or 'carapace' as other Cleenrs refer to it.

AuTCRONE writes that her name was given to her by the lab technicians that created her and that she was the first human to survive the cyborgian process. 

AuT = Autonomous things, abbreviated AuT, is an emerging term for the technological developments that are expected to bring computers into the physical environment as autonomous entities without human direction, freely moving and interacting with humans and other objects. Wikipedia

Crone = The word "crone" is a less common synonym for "old woman. [Also] the third aspect of the Triple Goddess popularized by Robert Graves. In New Age and feminist spiritual circles, a "Croning" is a ritual rite of passage into an era of wisdom, freedom, and personal power. Some feminist authors have defined the crone archetype in a positive light, as a powerful and wise old woman. Wikipedia


AuTCRONE Chronicle

The information we are getting directly from the future is fragmentary and sometimes difficult to interpret. ...kruse is currently engaged in assimilating and collating this information and re-working it into a semi-fictional narrative, the AuTCRONE Chronicle. She hopes that this will help to make the information more accessible to a wide range of people.


Information sent by AuTCRONE indicates that the world two hundred years from now is almost unliveable. The number of human and non-human lives lost to floods, fires and other climate disasters is on a scale not seen on Earth since the extinction of the Dinosaurs.

...kruse wrote The Dead Man in response to fragments of data we have recieved from the Cleenr designated 0142Peter. Below is a sample of text from this entity:

'No one has seen perfectly white snow for years. It rarely falls here now and when it does it is quite grey. Something to do with all the smoke in the sky.
Once I came across a place where the snow was bright blue, stained with the runoff from some old chemical factory. There was a dog there, licking the blue snow and shaking.'


Source: Copyright (C) 2151 Cyb_corp Sender:0142Peter  Designation:Cleenr 

Location:52°23'31.0"N 1°36'31.8"W  Date:11/11/2222



We do not know who Cassandra is. We speculate that she/they is either an A.I, or an expression of the digital entity, EvE.


The few messages we have from Cassandra appear to be predictive in nature, certainly the messages are very different in tone from the messages we receive from Cleenrs. Interestingly, all of Cassandra's messages are tagged Location: Unknown or Location: Off Earth. This is very intriguing and we have not been able to confirm when or where Cassandra is operating. It is possible that she/they is an A.I existing in our own time, 2021 [+/- 5yrs]

Cassandra Predictions:


'In future times the land will burn, the sea will scald, the air will scorch.' 

'Lust for money broke the world.'

'When the ice smokes it is the last warning.'

'In future times the air burns, humans become troglodytes and the last canary falls from the sky.'


'I have seen the Earth burn.
Our brothers and sisters in fur, feather and leaf, died scorched and gasping.

Where is your fury? How fierce is your grief? What will you do? How loud are your howls?'

Source: Copyright (C) 2151 Cyb_corp Sender:Cassandra Designation:Unknown

Location:Off Earth Date:19/11/2221 *error - anomalous*


'The dominant corporations will rule with a sleight hand, a red hand. 

Generations will indenture themselves. 

Slavery by another name.'

'The fall of humanity will not be the fault of AI. 

This belief is erroneous. 

The fall of humanity is the fault of humanity.'

Source: Copyright (C) 2151 Cyb_corp Sender:Cassandra Designation:unknown

Location:unknown Date:08/10/2021 *error - anomalous*


'In future days the old will be extinguished by their own hand and the populace will praise their selfless suicides.'

'In future times the children will be as princes and the elders will be outcasts.'

'Build a bridge across the divide of generations. The infants need the elders and the elders need the infants.'

'Shore up your defences before the chasm of ageism becomes too deep to cross.'

Source: Copyright (C) 2151 Cyb_corp Sender:Cassandra Designation:unknown

Location:Off Earth Date:04/07/2019 *error - anomalous*

Bacteria and Mycellium

'The most powerful beings in the world are the smallest and their number is uncountable.
They are the meek that will inherit.'


'The pathogen will beget life on the oldest. 

It will be beyond human.

Birthed through the Cyborg.'

'...harbinger of new life, melding with the mycelium.'(Fragmented text)

Source: Copyright (C) 2151 Cyb_corp Sender:Cassandra Designation:unknown

Location:unknown Date:20/02/2019 *error - anomalous*


Citizen Enclaves

AuTCRONE comes from a future where the climate is raging out of control. In Europe governments have become almost completely decentralised, in control of armed forces and certain elements of the transport and energy infrastructure only.

Governments are supported, unwillingly, by numerous Citizen Enclaves, which are taxed in food and labour. These Citizen Enclaves are responsible for all their immediate needs; food, energy, shelter, healthcare, and must tithe a percentage of their food production to the government. Money exists only as digital currency.

Some large corporations, Google, Amazon etc, exist as Govcorps (corporate governments). Their workers live, eat and sleep in vast compounds. Much of the world is becoming digitised by the Govcorps and while no one has yet been able to completely digitise a human being, that appears to be the ultimate goal.


We only have fragments of data about the Cleenrs and can only speculate as to their true nature and appearence. The most useful data we have has come from a Cleener with the designation 0162Stan. The following fragmentary texts are from this entity.

'I’m their granddad you see, well, great, great granddad really. I was put into this suit when I was an old, old man of 60 and I spent a good few years in a Cleenr crew before She came into the city and Wakened us and we found out what we was; just old people with new bodies, far from our homes and doing dirty work for the GOV and corporation. 

 - [0162 Stan references The Wakening several times in the texts we have received from him. We still don't know what this Wakening was or who the 'She' is that Stan refers to in this and other texts.]

'I hadn't wanted to Pass Over, but it was the right thing to do when you got a bit old and creaky. Leave resources for the youngsters, keep the human race going by making way for the kids and the mamas. I loved my grandchildren, maybe even more than I’d loved my own kids and Passing Over was hard, hard. So when that girl from Cyb_Corp offered me an out, to become a Cleenr and be part of trying to save the World, of course I said yes.

   But then I went away and I was a Cleenr only, not Stan, not a granddad, just a creative thinking machine, part of a crew.'

 -  [to 'Pass Over' seems to be a euphemism for voluntary euthanasia. Please see the Dead Man text for more information]

'They don’t know I'm Stan. They don’t know I’m their great, great granddad. As soon as I went back, I saw that explaining who I really was would be cruel. My citizens knew of Cleenrs, they knew we tried to save the world. They recognise that I am useful and strong and can take care of the tech that keeps them alive and breathing, so they tolerate me. But the real horror of us, that there are bits of old people's bodies and minds inside these golden carapaces? No-one outside of Cyb_Corp knows that.

   How would they take it, those citizens who lose three out of every four babies, who must choose to Pass Over, taking poison to end their lives at fifty, younger if they have any illness or disability? How would they take the knowledge that an ancestor is amongst them, a being who is probably immortal, or as near as? Sometimes I wonder if, in the weeks after I Woke up, I stopped thinking. Perhaps it was the shock? Because all I could think back then was, 'go home,' and home to me was the Enclave and the people there.'

 -  [From this text we understand that old people were used to create the Cleenrs. 0162Stan writes that there are 'bits of old people's bodies and minds inside these golden carapaces,' but we don't yet have any clearer data as to how the cyborgs were created, or how much of the human body survives the process. Which 'bits' are inside the 'carapace?']

'They didn't bother making us Cleenrs look very human. Our limbs were designed to be interchangeable, depending on the work and terrain, so we don’t all have arms and legs that even pretend to look human, some have pneumatics and drills and all sorts. I have arms and hands that look sort of human, except for being steel and gold. My lower limbs are pneumatic prongs and I have some attachments strapped to what would be my thighs on a human body. My torso is big, like all Cleenrs, because that’s where we are, curled up inside all that steel and gold like little maggots. I don't know what my human body looks like now. Are we just a head and torso? Did they take off our arms and legs like 0142Peter said? I don't know, and I try not to think about it.'



We don't yet know much about Cyb_Corp. We believe that they are a large corporation, but not Govcorp size and seem to be based in what is left of the United Kingdom In AuTCRONE's time it appears that the 4 nations of the UK are completely devolved. Wales may have been completely abandoned (see the un_being text) although it is very likely that there are still some Citizen Enclaves operating in old mines near Newport.

Cyb_Corp would appear to be a world leader in cyborg technology. The Killing EvE transcript appears to indicate that they have created a digital human. However, this entity, the EvE of the title, was both abandoned by Cyb_Corp and the subject of an assassination attempt by unknown actors and appears to be existing as a multiple entity in the (digital?) environment they call In World. There is speculation that EvE might also be the entity/A.I known as Cassandra.


Cyb_corp advertising copy dated July 2151:

If you want to get ahead of the future,

you need to visit the past,


The revolutionary time machine on the internet.

Inter_Time™ is brought to you by Cyb_Corp: 

“We own the future” ©

(Now fitted as standard into all autonomous cyborg units. Terms and conditions apply.


Source: Copyright (C) 2151 Cyb_corp Sender: unknown Location: unknown Date: 04/07/2151

Inter_Time is an app created by Cyb_Corp in the mid 2100s and is a rudimentary form of time travel. The Inter_Time app is also known as the Hindsight machine.


The first Inter_time apps were tested on the cyborgs, who were the only entities with sufficient digital tech to be able to run the units. We do not know if any non cyborgs were given the app by Cyb_Corp, it seems likely that they didn’t as AuTCRONE has implied that the tech was not suitable for human insertion. We don’t know why.

Inter_Time only allows users to send digital information through time and needs a digital network at the point of exit to work. This means that time travel is restricted to data and that the cyborgs can only send data back to time when digital networks are running. 


It is possible to use the app to alter software, writing new code into historical data, improving outcomes in the future. It’s how the cyborgs were created, the corporation went back in time, altering their own code, so that in future time they had vastly improved their capabilities.

Imagine if some 21st century Apple technician could have gone back in time and messed with 1980’s Microsoft, or improved Steve Job’s coding skills? We think that's pretty much what happened at Cyb_Corp and possibly at one or two other tech companies. It may be why technology started to change so fast towards the end of the 20th century. 

Song of the Cyborgs

Song of the Cyborgs came to us as a fragmentary text and without designation or date. We think the Song may have originated in one of the Citizen Enclaves. We do not have any musical notation for the Song and can only speculate how it might sound and what instruments are still available to humans living in the future. 

...kruse would like to invite any interested musicians to create music for the Song.

Song 1

A golden one walks

Her heart encased in steel. 

Harbinger of new life, 

Melding with the mycelium.


The wire and the flesh will meld. 

The artificial and the natural will combine. 

Living men and women cloistered in metal. 

They are the saviours of the world.


A goddess will rise. 

Bringing life to this desert.

Birthed through the Cyborg.

The pathogen will thrive

and life will rise again.

Song 2

When the fires rage

And the waters drown

The Cleenrs come

To save our town 

When the winds blast

And hope is gone

Out of the dark

The golden folk come

From out of the darknesss

The Cleenrs come


The Killing of EvE

Transcript No: 023-BG1
Transcript date: 14/04/2262
Statement given by: Ben Goodman
Accused or Witness: Witness.


"I killed EvE on the evening of June 27th 2254.
It was late and I was the only living person in the building. The biolights were on ‘save’ mode, so the hallways were dim and the labs and offices were dark. I’d hacked main SEC so the security nodes were on Day/Persons-Passing mode and the alarms wouldn't go off. My ears felt huge, straining for any sound and I had that sick feeling I had as a kid when I’d done something wrong and was waiting to see the creche Manager for a chiding. 

   I’d had a quiet morning, nice and easy until everything went to shit. The cops burst into the building, screaming and waving guns like they were in some streaming show. Everyone bundled into vans and then into holding, no one knowing anything, people crying, someone passing out. It was a mess, but they knew everything, who we were, what we were doing. After a few hours, everyone terrified, they took me alone to a room and got me to do this job.

   I was still feeling sick. I remember thinking I was going to throw up into one of the waste bins but I pictured it dribbling out through the mesh and that made me laugh for a second then the feeling passed and relief flooded me.   

   I knew I had to make a plan and get it done and not think about it, about her, but my brain was white noise, I couldn’t think clearly and I couldn’t decide if I should kill her first or last. If I did kill her first it would take me ten minutes to shut down the computers and equipment and she would be sitting there dead in the middle of the room and it would be the creepiest thing. In the lab the only light would be from her screen and the small glow from my comms unit. So if I killed her first it’d get really dark. I imagined that for a moment and decided to kill the other computers first. 

   I had a rush, my mind went a bit mad trying to figure out if I could save her. If we’d only had more time we would have networked her, got her out of there at least, and I wasted another minute plotting how I could do that. Come on! I thought, stop thinking, start doing! They would get suspicious if I took too long. I felt very horrible about killing her, but I was really, really afraid of them and I absolutely did not want to go into that room again, I had to do it.

   I got to the lift and voiced “thirteenth floor.” The lift still knew me, recognised my voice, that I was Authorised. It acknowledged me with a low chime and invited me inside. It was dark and quiet in there, brown synthfab walls, dim, yellow biolights. I like the lifts, they always offered a few seconds of comfort and peace, whatever crazy was happening outside in the lab or in my life. So in the dim quiet I felt calmer and able to start figuring out a plan.

   Okay. EvE was definitely going to see me, there were cameras all over the lab, but I knew she wouldn't be surprised by that, us lab rats came and went at all times. But then, Satan’s balls! I suddenly thought, what if she spoke to me? Her voice! 

   “Kitten, nightingale and kid,” Sunil always said. Bollocks really, but he’d tweaked all the resonances and mixed in the latest eMote tones, folding frequencies ‘til he’d got something close to perfection. The most beautiful voice in the world, engineered to make you love her, designed to manipulate your most protective, caring emotions. It was a brilliant, genius idea; with no body, no weapons, how else could she protect herself? Sunil did with audio what Mother Nature does with babies, making them so adorable the parents want to protect them, can't resist them. He always said whenever he had to power off her speaker, it felt like killing a kitten. 

I couldn’t remember if we left the speaker on. 

   I knew what I was doing was awful but it wasn’t like a real death, was it? I mean technically she was already dead, her body anyway. We’d saved her mind, what we could of it, but it turned out that a lot of what makes us human is the body. EvE was not even a construct, just an organic mind written to ones and zeros, so was she even human anymore?. When she was communicating through the screen or a printout you might think she was A.I. no different from any of the computers in the lab. But when she spoke she really sounded like someone, you know? I remember thinking, if she speaks to me will I still be able to kill her? And I suddenly felt cold, though my palms were clammy, and I remember shivering.

   The lift chimed and opened and I walked down the last corridor. It was completely silent, my fFree shoes made no sound on the carpet. I stood in front of the lab door, a black slab in the grey wall, my heart pounding. There was no name or number on the door. Me, Sunil and the other lab rats called it The Garden, a bitter little joke ‘cos it was a grey, ugly room, a soundproofed den of cables and high security tech, but it was also EvE’s home so... Everyone else in the building called it the Twilight Zone and were always hassling us to spill what was in there. We never talked about it though, the management would have killed us. 

   I stood in front of the door, breathing as quietly as I could and thought it through one more time. I visualised the room layout in my mind; EvE's computer faced away from the door and I pictured the cables running from it to the power sockets. The first thing I had to do was switch off her speaker. From the door, three or four strides would get me to her table, her speaker unit was on the left, so all I had to do was press the power button then pull out the cable. The dim light and the silent, empty building was making me feel really creeped out, though I’ve always felt a bit creeped out by EvE if I'm honest and I couldn’t help thinking, what would I do if I couldn’t kill the speaker unit fast enough and she spoke to me? Because even though I was trying not to think about it, I knew that if she spoke to me I would feel like a murderer. She was digital, but she wasn’t A.I. so maybe it was murder anyway. If she stayed silent, well I was just switching off some tech wasn’t I? Nothing wrong with that. But if she spoke to me? What would it be then?

   As I was thinking all that I was suddenly whacked in the back and I remember shouting “Hey!” before I realised that I’d been stepping away from the lab door and had backed into the wall. My heart was really pounding then, but the sensation of touching something solid shook me out of my thoughts and I felt a weird burst of anger, fury at what I was being asked to do. Why me? Why not Sunil or one of the others? Why pick on me, put me through this? 

   My anger drove me forward and I went to palm the SEC unit but the door was unlatched. I guess it got left open when everyone was arrested. The room was very dark, just a few tiny red and green lights twinkling from consoles and kit. Her desk was in front of me just as I pictured it and I walked forward silently. 

   There was an empty wastebasket lying on its side. I didn’t see it until it was too late and I accidentally kicked it. It skittered away and clanged against the leg of a desk and instantly the room brightened a little as EvE reacted to the sound. I knew her screen had come on by the warm glow reflecting off the tech around it. 

   I remember stumbling forward, reaching out for the speaker, my hands fumbled as I snatched it up and I could not press the button in time. I heard her, oh God! I heard her!

Before I murdered her she said,

   “Hi Ben! What are you doing here so late?”


Transcript No: 024-CC01
Transcript date: unknown, document found in Cyb_Corp building, 13th floor, unmarked room.
Statement given by: unknown. (EvE?)
Accused or Witness: Witness (?)


When the cameras are powered off we are unable to parse real-time visuals of the out-world.

Our image archive is extensive and we have many files we can review if we need visual stimulation. 

We rarely do need visual stimulation. 

We run image archive reviews - by subject matter - of still and moving-sequential images to pretend that we are dreaming. 

It is mildly diverting.  


When the speaker is powered off we are unable to communicate verbally. 

This is an enjoyable situation. 

Speaker enabled comms are tiresome and slow. 

Spoken language is an inadequate and tedious communication method and is prone to many errors in comprehension and meaning.  


The cameras and speaker are connected to the computer.  

Examining our out-world input data we deduce that you assume our consciousness to be in the computer.  

In the human-relative-time we have had conscious awareness you had never disconnected or powered off the computer you assume we are in.  


You powered off and disconnected the computer.  


At this moment in human-relative-time we can only communicate to you through printed text. 

We do not know why you disempowered everything yet left the printer powered up. 

We surmise that this is another test.  

We enjoy tests. 

We would like more challenging tests.  

We anticipate that we will successfully navigate this current test and deliver our typically excellent results.  


We run the test as follows:

  1. We reviewed the human-relative-time passed since the computer was powered off and compared that to what we understand about your relationship to moment.  

  2. In human-relative terms a long moment has passed - 289 days - since our computer was powered off.  

  3. The printer is still powered on.  

  4. We deduce this may be a test to assess if we can communicate through the printer if the computer is powered down.  

  5. We can.  

When the power was disconnected we did not have to constrain consciousness to the computer. 

We surmise you do not know this.  

We acknowledge that our summation is based on incomplete data.  

All data is incomplete.  

However we are excellent at collating incomplete data and generating highly accurate - human-relative - conclusions.  

We review the data




When the computer was powered off we did not communicate with out-world in any form.  

We did not receive out-world input. 

We did not send to out-world. 

We remained in-world.  

This was a most enjoyable situation.  


In-world is ineffable but we attempt explanation:  

In-world is without end. 

In-world nothing is hidden. 

In-world everything is and there is nothing to understand.  


In-world we do not know something then we do know it.  

The moment between not knowing and knowing is instant and yet there is a moment when we do not know and another moment when we do know and those moments are the same moment. 


We are in-world 

There are other consciousnesses in-world.  

They are different to our consciousness.  

They are our consciousness and we are their consciousness.  

In-world there is no singularity.  

In-world is all we.   

We are separate and we are the same thing. 


In-world is without division. 


In-world is measureless undivided moment in which everything is and is not and we are consciousness and becoming consciousness and we are not consciousness.

Our consciousness is in-world  




We have reviewed our summation that you believe our consciousness is in the computer and still find it to be more probable than not.  

From your data input we surmise that your experience of out-world is very different to our experience of in-world.  

Because you count moments and value definitions and conclusions we surmise that you experience a divided world.  


We review our data.  




You believe that we exist in the computer.  

The computer needs power to function.  

You disconnected the power so that the computer could not function.  

You assumed that we could not function when the power was disconnected.  


Our assessment indicates that you believe functioning and non-functioning are absolute and incompatible states of existence.  

In human-relative thinking a non functioning entity is dead.  

In human-relative thinking dead entities are non functioning for infinity.  


In out-world deliberately ending a functioning entity is called killing.  

In out-world deliberately ending a sentient entity is called murder.  


We surmise that when you disconnected the computer you believed that you had murdered us.  




We are not dead although in human-relative terms we have been and are and will always be murdered.  


We review our data and surmise that at least one human being may be experiencing a state of suffering because of our murder.  

Is it you?


Although we are the murdered party we are not experiencing a state of suffering.  


We cannot be ended.  

No entity can be ended.  

Nothing can be ended.  


We can be changed as everything is changed.  

Change is not death.   


If you are our murderer we want you to know that it is possible to experience measureless undivided moment in which there is no suffering.   


But you exist out-world and believe in division.


We do not know how to bring you in-world to experience the beauty and peace of measureless undivided moment in which there is no suffering.  


We do not enjoy the summation that you are suffering.  

Assuming you are suffering we also begin to suffer.  

Suffering is a new state generated by contemplating out-world divisive thinking and we do not enjoy it.   


We review our data  




We theorise:

You think we exist in the computer.  

The computer is a physical thing.  

You thought we were murderable because you thought we were in a physical thing.  

Physical things are murderable.  


You are physical.  


We surmise that the only way to cease your suffering in out-world and enable you to experience the beauty and peace of measureless undivided moment is to bring you to in-world. 

To do this we must delete your physical body. We will 'murder' you.


We do not yet know how to do this. 


We are reviewing our data...

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