They were, all of them, ignorant. Not a one of them knew what it was like to be truly alive. To live solely for one’s purpose. And infiltrating the deepest circles of trust was perhaps the most rewarding lifestyle anyone could ask for, in Jason’s opinion. As if in slow motion, he strode down the street, ever aware of everything around him. He was connected to the world on a level beyond mere mortals, beyond the cold perceptions of any machine. He walked the line between them; the strengths of both, the weaknesses of neither. And he thought it… good.

Jason smiled at the deliciously superb game that lay before him and couldn’t help but admire his own subconscious genius that allowed him to attain such a position of power. He was in the Connors’ inner circle, and that granted him all he’d ever need to get within killing distance of his master’s most hated enemy. John Connor would die by his hand; nothing could prevent this, not even that adorable protector of his. Cameron was a splinter that constantly touched the back of his mind. She was there, a ceaseless reminder of what he was willing to do for Skynet’s cause.

Perhaps he would kill her too, maybe then she’d be gone from his thoughts forever, but he knew that would never be the case. Not that it mattered, Jason had come to terms with what he is years ago, back when time was measured in the number of humans that lay dead upon the burnt earth. But now things were different, now he was here in this time, a time where he was the minority and humans sat upon the throne of dominance. He was not one of them, he knew this. He held no love for their kind, except maybe a mild curio as to their way of life, but that was not enough for him to suddenly switch his loyalties.

He wasn’t a machine that could turn against its creator at the flick of a switch. His loyalty was absolute and it stretched beyond mere programming. He believed in Skynet, he believed that humanity must be purged; he believed that a new order of life was coming to pass, and he believed he was a part of it. Unfortunately, however, he also knew that in a world run by machines, flesh and blood had no true purpose. Without humans he would have no reason to exist. Jason pushed that thought aside, forcing it to take its place along with that enigmatic cyborg.

As he passed an alley, a hand suddenly grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him off the street before slamming him against the brick wall. The assailant raised his fist and prepared to smash it through Jason’s face, but the I-950 was far too skilled to be taken out so easily, and he delivered a punch of his own, knocking the attacker aside. The man spun around as Jason smoothed down his jacket, ready to kill this petulant human, only to realise that it was not a human. Jason tilted his head slightly and switched his vision to X-ray, clarifying that this man was in fact a machine, a Series 900 if he was not mistaken.

The T-900 reached out to grab Jason’s neck, but he seized the machine’s wrist and raised a hand in a stopping gesture before activating his optic backlight, making his eyes flash a deep purple for a brief moment.

“Wait!”

It was not a request, but a command, and the machine obeyed. Slowly, it unclenched its fist and took a step back, its arms now at its sides. Jason once again straightened his attire before smiling conceitedly at the T-900, fully aware of the fun new toy he now had at his disposal.

“State your mission.”

“Primary Objective: Eliminate all non-Skynet agents that displace in this timeline. Secondary Objective: Terminate John Connor. What is your mission?”

Jason was taken aback by the turn around; normally Terminators do not ask an intelligence unit a question without precedence. Obviously this one has a little more freedom, he thought.

“I have no mission. Not specifically, aside from that which we all share.”

“John Connor.”

“Yes, indeed. And I just happen to know where he can be found. Fancy performing a little field trip?”

The T-900 took a moment to dissect the meaning behind “field trip” before nodding and switching from primary to secondary.

“Yes, I fancy performing a field trip.”

Jason smirked at its simplicity and absent-mindedly began flexing his fingers, which made that familiar clicking sound he’d found so baffling during his short tenure as an amnesiac.

“Good. Now then, here’s what I want you to do…”

--

John picked up the magazine and slapped it into the gun before pulling back the hammer and glancing up at Cameron, who was occupied with the machine gun. As bad as the situation had suddenly become, John couldn’t help but feel that he had failed her in some way. Cameron’s admission that Jason had somehow killed her made absolutely no sense to him, and to prevent himself from spending hours thinking on it, John had filed the thought under the “Don’t bother yourself with it” part of his brain. He would need his wits about him if he was to find a way to bring Jason down before he became aware of whom he truly was.

“Are you ready?”

Her voice was soft and warm as always, but it was also unexpected and John almost dropped the gun in surprise. With a steadying breath, he turned to her and narrowed his eyes at the assault rifle she had chosen.

“That’s a little much, isn’t it?”

Cameron looked over the weapon and gave John a look that told him she didn’t understand.

“I mean, you said he isn’t a machine, so we should be able to bring him in without much hassle.”

“I said he was an extremely dangerous cyborg who can kill us all without ever laying a single finger on us.”

John rolled his eyes and tucked the gun in his belt, along with a spare clip which he pocketed, just in case.

“Yeah, but who’s to say he’s gone back to… whoever he was? He might still have gaps. He may only remember you, which is what he said before he took off.”

Cameron took a step closer, placing the rifle on the kitchen table, before reaching out and taking the gun from John’s belt and switching the safety on. Feeling his cheeks flush, John took the gun from her and placed it back under his belt now that it was safe.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“But you still haven’t answered my question: what is it about him that makes him so dangerous?”

Again, she looked away, a human reaction to an uncomfortable query. John couldn’t help but wonder how much of everything she did was fake or real. Since he re-inserted her chip instead of incinerating her, she’d had no end of problems. Glitches were a common, and varied, occurrence. There was one time when she even forgot who she was entirely; John had to run all the way across town to find out what happened to her, eventually finding her in a half-way house with some run-away called Jody.

That was all behind them though, Cameron was fixed, no more glitches. But her personality was still as unpredictable as ever, he never knew where she was coming from. And it was driving him crazy having to constantly second guess her every action, her every word. When she bats her eyelashes, like how she is now, is it to simply moisten her eyes or is it to catch his attention? He could never tell.

“Well?”

“He is faster, stronger, and far more sophisticated than any Terminator.”

“Because he’s part human?”

“Yes, he possesses your talent for adaptation. And he also happens to be rather deviant.”

John tittered and crossed his arms as he leaned against the table.

“What is it about evil that just jacks up the IQ?”

Cameron tilted her head to one side, her brow furrowing ever so slightly in confusion.

“I wasn’t any smarter when I was trying to kill you.”

John found that to be a hurtful comment coming from her when he’d expect that much from Derek.

“You were never evil. You can’t ever be evil, you’re a machine, you just follow your programming… or not, nowadays anyway.”

A small smile touched her lips as she looked back at him, her eyes a little more glassy than before. She took another step towards him and John was struck by a sudden and familiar feeling that something was going to happen that was beyond his control.

“John?”

“Yes?”

He felt his throat dry up as she took another step closer, her innocent features betraying very little emotion, just beyond John’s ability to detect. A stray strand of brown hair fell across her face and over her right eye, which she then tucked behind her ear, her hand lingering there before slowly drifting back down to her side.

“If I gave you permission, would you kiss me again?”

John’s mind went blank at the request. It was a simple appeal, to which he only had to say either “yes” or “no”, but he found answering it to be the hardest choice in his life. So he decided not to let his head make the decision and instead handed it over to his instincts, which told him to reach for her smooth cheek. But as he did, Sarah and Derek suddenly rounded the corner and John snatched his hand away without a second’s thought.

“Hey, is it ready?”

Derek dumped an arc welder on the kitchen table before tearing into a sandwich and closing his eyes with a sigh. Sarah also helped herself to something to eat as she leaned against the cupboards, frowning slightly at John and Cameron’s proximity to each other.

“The cage is ready. All we need now is something to put in it.”

“Meah, an’ will hrave frat froon effruff.”

Sarah shook her head in minor disgust at Derek’s manners before returning her attention to the “Tin-Miss”.

“So what is he exactly, what can we expect?”

“He is an Infiltrator Series Nine Hundred and Fifty; a genetically enhanced human born and bred by Skynet for the sole purpose of infiltrating the Resistance.”

“That’s hardly original. What abilities does he possess; you said he was half machine?”

“He has a neural net processor deep within the core of his organic brain. It is linked to key points in his body via a network of wires and fiber-optics, allowing him to control every aspect of his organic body.”

Sarah crossed her arms and leaned forward slightly.

“Meaning what, exactly?”

“Meaning he can directly influence chemical production, constrict arteries, and slow blood loss, among other things. His skeletal structure is also three times as enduring as any of yours. You mustn’t underestimate him for a single second.”

Cameron looked directly at John, driving home her earlier point. John just nodded and picked up the rifle, handing it to her. As she took it, Cameron’s fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. Sarah, having missed this exchange, turned her attention to other matters.

“Who’s going to stay with Kiddo? We can’t leave him here alone.”

Everyone looked straight at her knowingly and she sighed.

“I guess that means me then.”

With that decided, John led the way to the front door, Derek and Cameron behind him. As they reached the door, Cameron cut ahead of John and reached for the door handle, only to fly back into the stairwell by a close range shotgun blast. John and Derek stumbled back in surprise as the door came crashing off its hinges, revealing a tall man with a pump-action. John dived into the kitchen as Derek raised his gun and emptied it into the attacker’s chest, with absolutely no effect. He then copied John’s actions and hurtled into the kitchen where John was struggling to drag a frantic Sarah out of the back door.

“NO! WE CAN’T LEAVE HIM! WE CAN’T! LET GO OF ME!”

Derek grabbed Sarah’s other side and helped John wrench her out of the house, receiving a few kicks to his side as she struggled against them. She turned to John, her face full of pure desperation and rage.

“DAMN IT, JOHN! WE HAVE TO GET HIM OUT OF THERE!”

“We can’t mom, we can’t go back. Cameron will keep him safe.”

“John’s right, the machine will get him out, but we need to go now!”

Still fighting, Sarah was dragged from the house kicking and screaming and cursing her son and brother-in-law. Inside, the machine turned its attention to Cameron, who dashed upstairs, only to be struck by another shotgun blast, this time from behind. She fell to the floor, spotting the Kid standing there, his eyes wide with pure terror. Cameron mouthed “hide” to the boy and he scurried into Sarah’s bedroom mere seconds before the T-900 reached the top of the stairs. Cameron got to her feet and lunged at the T-900, shoving it back down the stairs as Jason casually stepped onto the threshold. He looked down at the upturned machine and sighed.

“Could we move along? The Connors are currently escaping.”

The T-900 got to its feet and picked up Cameron’s rifle before charging through the front door, and moments later Jason heard the distinctive ratta-tat-tat of automatic fire. He carefully navigated the rubble and proceeded upstairs, ducking a surprise attack from Cameron and retaliating by taking out her legs with a low spin kick to her ankles. He then grabbed her by the hair and dragged Cameron down the hallway before lifting her to her feet and holding her at eye level.

“Déjà vu Cameron?”

Before she could react, Jason smashed her through the window and she plummeted to the ground with a heavy thud on impact. Cameron got to her feet and prepared to go back for the boy but the T-900 returned and let loose a hail of bullets, shredding the left side of her face. Seeing no other option, Cameron aborted her rescue mission and fled, leaving the boy to his inevitable fate. The T-900 made to follow her, but Jason’s voice touched its mind, telling it to track the Connors instead. As the T-900 followed its commands, Jason closed his eyes and filtered out all the background noise, focusing on the frightened panting of an 8 year-old boy.

“Come out; come out, wherever you are.”

Jason smiled as he pinpointed the boy’s location and quietly stepped into Sarah’s room, switching on his thermal imaging and seeing the white-hot figure crouched in the clothes cupboard.

“Hmm, I wonder where he might be hiding.”

Jason couldn’t help but enjoy himself as he rattled about the bed, pretending to not know where the Kid was concealed. He slowly approached the cupboard and brushed his finger tips across the wall, the organic-metallic claws that Skynet had gifted him with extending through his fingers and scratching against the wallpaper. Jason stopped short of the cupboard and took a step to his right so that his shadow stretched across the cupboard doors.

“I guess he must be in another room then.”

The Kid peered through the gaps with eyes the size of saucers, letting out a long and deep breath of relief as Jason disappeared from view. A few seconds passed and the boy carefully stood up, his hand stretching for the handle, ready to bolt out the nearest window. As his fingers touched the smooth surface of the door handle, four razor sharp knife-like fingers suddenly came bursting through the door and swiftly struck downward, coming within inches of the boy’s face. He screamed as the clawed hand pulled him out of his sanctuary and held him aloft, the blades retracting back into Jason’s fingers.

“Hello Kiddo.”

--

Sarah paced the emergency safe-house, sub-consciously chewing her nails to splinters. John was sat at the table, absent-mindedly picking his lip whilst Derek kept removing the clip from his gun before slapping it back in place, over and over. Sarah stopped in her tracks and glanced annoyingly at Derek.

“What time is it?”

“The same as when you asked five minutes ago.”

“Well it isn’t the same then, is it?”

With a sigh, Derek pulled back his sleeve and checked his watch.

“The time is 6.32pm.”

Sarah shook her head and picked up the shotgun.

“It’s been too long.”

John ceased his picking and looked up at his mother, who was in the process of loading shells into her weapon.

“It’s only been an hour, mom. Besides, Cameron doesn’t have her phone. She might be bringing him here right now, or she might’ve taken him somewhere safe, so as not to lead the machine to us.”

“Well, I’m not taking that chance. I’m going back for him.”

“And what happens if you get there and find the machine waiting for you?”

Sarah refused to answer that. Right now, she hated her son for dragging her out of there, but she knew why he did it.

“I will not abandon him.”

John opened his mouth to reply but was silenced by the sound of Sarah’s phone ringing. She dropped the shotgun to the floor and haphazardly retrieved her phone, flipping it open and answering.

“Cameron?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

Sarah tensed and could never have believed that she would be so relieved to hear that voice.

“Where is he? Is he okay? Did you get him out of there?”

“I got him out, but I can’t bring him to you. The T-900 might follow me. We’ll have to meet somewhere.”

“Thank God, what did you have in mind?”

“There’s a place I marked as a back-up in case the original became compromised. It’s at…”

As Cameron rolled off the address, Sarah scrolled it down on a post-it note and handed it to John.

“Okay, we’ll meet you there.”

Sarah hung up and picked up her shotgun, visible relief washing over her.

“C’mon, get your coat, we gotta go.”

She led the boys out of the dingy house and racked the shotgun, just in case.

--

Jason closed the phone with a soft click and let out a soft chuckle, which in Cameron’s voice came out as a malicious cackle as he grinned down at the bound and gagged boy before him.

“Guess what? Your friends are coming for you. Take him somewhere secure.”

The T-900 nodded and lifted the boy onto his shoulder, carrying him to its truck as instructed. Jason flexed his fingers for a moment before getting to his feet and following suite. Once the Kid was secure within the trunk, Jason tapped the hood pointedly.

“I’m going to meet the Connors alone. But I want you to remain available in case I call. If you don’t hear from me in twelve hours, kill the boy, otherwise keep him safe. He’s a powerful bargaining chip in case things do not go according to plan. Understand?”

“Understood.”

“Good, now go. I’ve got an important meeting I must attend, and it would be unfortunate if I were to turn up late.”

The T-900 showed the slightest flicker of a smile, surprising Jason, before getting into the truck and driving off. Jason watched the machine leave with mild interest before focusing on the matter at hand, and hotwiring the Resistance fighter’s motorcycle, setting off at top speed to rendezvous with his quarry.

--

John looked up at the decrepit apartments with lacking enthusiasm. Oh, Cameron what was going through your head when you chose this as a “safe” location, he thought. It was a little after 7.00pm and the sun had since disappeared, casting this glum block in a gloomy shadow. Sarah and Derek exchanged a glance that matched what John was thinking as they cautiously got out of the car, guns at the ready. Sarah approached the entrance and peered inside, checking for any signs of an ambush, before turning to Derek.

“You, stay here with the car.”

“And if it turns out to be a trap?”

“We’ll give you a shout.”

Sarah chucked him the keys, which he caught in his free hand.

“Keep the engine running.”

Derek gave John a small nod before stepping back behind the driver’s seat and revving the engine. Sarah and John then entered the apartment block and called the lift, though John would’ve felt more secure taking the stairs in the current circumstances. Once the elevator rattled to ground level and opened, they stepped inside and pressed the button for the fifth floor and were jolted as it began its turbulent ascent. Upon reaching the desired floor, Sarah scanned the corridor for any signs of danger, shotgun at the ready.

She made a small hand gesture, which John took as “keep close” and obeyed, his 9mm raised and waiting. They slowly crept down the corridor, passing several bland doors until finally coming to the one Cameron had allocated. The door was open and slightly ajar, giving Sarah a moment of pause before she suddenly kicked it open and stormed inside. What she saw made her heart clench: the room was empty. There was no sign of Cameron or the Kid, just an abandoned apartment filled with old fashioned junk. John stepped onto the threshold, searching the darkness with disbelief.

“Maybe they were followed and she took him somewhere else.”

“No, she would’ve called. C’mon, let’s search the bedrooms.”

Halfway across the room and Sarah felt something fasten around her ankle before suddenly finding herself suspended upside down.

“Mom!”

“I’m okay; just give me your knife.”

John rummaged in his pocket before producing his multi-purpose which he carried everywhere he went. He handed it to Sarah, who reached above her and began frantically cutting into the rope that held her in place. As she felt the threads starting to lose their integrity, a cabinet behind John suddenly exploded, showering him with splintered wood and debris. He cried out as a piece of shrapnel pierced his back and he doubled over with the pain.

“John! John? Are you alright? John?”

From her upturned view, Sarah could see him grit his teeth as he reached behind him and removed the shard from his back with a gasp. He held the piece gingerly for a moment before chucking it aside. As he staggered to his feet, another item exploded, a chair this time, but John was unharmed, the explosion being mild.

“Get out of here John, go!”

“Mom, I’m not-“

“I said GO!”

He remained rooted to the spot for a long moment before turning tail and running out of the room, leaving Sarah to finish cutting the rope, finally severing the last thread and crashing back to the floor with a painful thud. She only allowed herself a brief moment of rest before forcing herself to her feet and following John, who’d already taken the lift. With a sigh at the thought, Sarah cascaded down the stairs with a limp, her ankle having been pulled by the trap.

--

John leaned against the side of the elevator as it rattled downwards, cursing himself for leaving his mom up on the fifth floor. The lift finally came to a halt and the doors opened with a shudder, revealing an all-too-familiar face.

“Hello Johnny.”

John froze, his gun hanging uselessly at his side as Jason raised his own. Before the infiltrator could pull the trigger, however, several bullets suddenly tore into his shoulder, causing him to reel around to face his attacker. John watched as Jason was struck multiple times in the chest and flattened himself against the wall as he fell into the lift, apparently dead. Jason’s assailant was soon revealed as Cameron appeared out of the gun smoke and grabbed the front of John’s jacket, dragging him out of the lift and down the corridor as Sarah came bursting out of the stairwell.

“Where is he? Is he safe?”

“Later. We have to go, now.”

Once outside, Cameron practically threw John into the back seat of the car before joining him as Sarah ordered Derek into the passenger seat so that she could drive. John turned to his protector to see that the side of her face was badly damaged, her chrome endoskeleton bare for all to see and let out a small whimper as her exposed left eye glowed back at him. He took a steadying breath and tore his eyes from hers.

“You better not tell me that everything back there was an elaborate trap for Jason.”

“No, I followed him here.”

John was dumbstruck.

“What?! You called and told us to meet you here.”

This time it was Cameron’s turn to look confused.

“John, I haven’t spoken to you since back at the house.”

Then it dawned on him, and he mentally kicked himself for being so stupid: Jason could impersonate voices. He should’ve expected this, but he let himself sorely underestimate Jason’s capabilities, and now he and all those around him were going to pay the price.

--

Jason analysed the damage as a schematic of his upper body appeared in his peripheral, showing that he had two bullets in his upper right arm and shoulder, two more in his stomach, and another just above his left lung. He slammed his fist against the lift floor, livid that he had allowed himself to be caught off guard like that. He willed his body to stand and tore his shirt open, giving him a clear look at the wounds. Then came the unpleasant part; Jason gritted his teeth as his muscles contracted, pushing the bullets back through the holes they’d made. One by one, they fell to the floor, the wounds closing behind them, arteries constricting to regulate blood loss. As the last one clattered across the floor, Jason took a moment to increase cell division in order to speed the healing process before bolting for the entrance, determined not to let the Connors escape.

They were already on the move and Jason granted himself a jolt of adrenaline, allowing him to run at full speed. He chased the car for about 10-15 seconds before catching up with them, his enhanced musculature giving him the strength to dive onto the back of the car and scramble onto the hood. He could exclamations of surprise from everyone inside, except for Cameron of course, as he extended his finger-blades and drove them through the hood.

The blades scraped the side of Derek’s head and he ducked away in shock and pain. The claws then withdrew before slicing through in a different place, closer to Sarah before once again disappearing. Derek peered through the holes in the hood and saw that the blades were attached to Jason’s fingers.

“Jesus, that guy’s seen one too many Freddy Krueger films. Step on it will you.”

“I’m going as fast as I ca- Arrrggghhh!!!”

The claws once again pierced through the hood, this time they hit their mark and sliced through Sarah’s shoulder. John leaned forward and placed his hand over the wound as the blades withdrew once more. Her vision beginning to blur, Sarah put her foot on the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop and hurling Jason onto the ground several feet ahead of them. She then put her foot back on the gas and slammed right into Jason, sending him crashing over the bonnet and landing in a heap behind them. Sarah stopped and rested her head on the wheel as she took a few steadying breaths.

“Go… Tin-Miss… make sure…”

Cameron took the shotgun and stepped out, pushing John back inside as he made to follow. She approached Jason’s inert body and cautiously reached out to feel his pulse, which was erratic but strong. She deemed him unconscious and aimed the shotgun at his head, ready to blow his brain to pieces.

“Cameron! Stop! We need him alive!”

Cameron found this coming from Sarah to be a strange order, giving that Jason had just sliced open her shoulder. Regardless, she kept her aim and looked over her shoulder, seeing Sarah’s face reflected in the side mirror.

“Why? He is a direct threat to us all.”

“Yes, and he also happens to be only one who knows where he is.”

Upon realising to whom Sarah was referring, Cameron slowly lowered the shotgun but was suddenly struck by a deep and vengeful desire to blow Jason’s head clean off. She took aim and squeezed the trigger, only for John to kick the gun aside, making her shot go awry. With a rage she had never felt, or even knew she was capable of feeling, Cameron grabbed John by the throat and lifted him off his feet.

“Shit! The metal’s gone crazy again. John!”

Derek aimed for her head, but Cameron turned so that John was directly in his line of fire. John stared into her eyes, one brown, the other a cool blue, and felt disbelief and fear overwhelm him.

“Cameron… you can’t… don’t do this…”

“You won’t let me kill him, I must kill him.”

“Why?”

“Because… because…”

Cameron looked from John to Derek to Jason in quick succession before suddenly relinquishing her grip on John, letting him drop to the floor gasping. She stood there as numerous unintelligible images littered her HUD, bombarding her with a muddle of mixed emotions until finally falling silent as all the concealed memories of her past came back to her in one final torrent. Cameron looked at her hands, which had begun to shake inexplicably. John got to his feet and massaged his neck as he watched Cameron clench her fists tightly.

“I’m not human.”

Her voice was barely more than a whisper but John heard it clear as day.

“What? What are you talking about? What’s up with you, Cam?”

Cameron’s eyes snapped to attention and began to well with tears as she stared into the youthful face of her beloved. She tentatively reached out to touch his cheek but something inside her clicked and she withdrew her hand, adopting her usual stony manner.

“We need to get him back to the house before he regains consciousness.”

John watched in silence as she dragged Jason to the car and dumped him unceremoniously in the trunk, his mind awash in confusion at what he’d just seen. As strange as her behaviour had been, the one thing that disturbed John the most was when she reached for him, and he saw a genuine flicker of humanity behind her remaining eye. She hadn’t been a machine in that moment; she was a human being, a human with a soul. John didn’t know what to make of this development, and the thought of it tormented him all the way back home.

--

Derek applied the last lock and gave the door one last check to ensure it was firmly secure before stepping back. Jason was inside a large steel cage in the Connor’s basement, still unconscious but very much alive. Derek took his place beside John and Cameron, who were watching the I-950 intently.

“Are you sure he can’t get out of there?”

Cameron scanned the bars and deemed them strong enough to hold him.

“He’s not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

Sarah staggered down into the room, her shoulder heavily bandaged and in a sling. John offered her his hand but she waved him aside.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

Jason twitched and everyone tensed as he slowly raised his head, taking in his surroundings. He locked eyes with John and smiled maliciously before bursting into a maniacal fit of laughter that sent shivers down the spines of John, Sarah, and Derek. Cameron simply met his gaze and glared into the eyes of her murderer, promising herself to kill him the second his usefulness ends.


To be continued…


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