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She could imagine that "the boys" couldn't see anything wrong
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A New Infection By Homer Vargas

Naturally, a number of myths and romanticized stories have grown up even in the few short years since the beginning of the New Age. Many of these concern the first critical moments that made all the difference. Did it really happen just that way? Maybe not, but so the story goes . . . .

*****

Dr. Mercedes Castillo was doing a routine gene sequence when the wail of the "All Seal" alarm froze her heart. Putting aside false hopes that it was only a drill, the Chief of the National Institutes of Health, Western Biodome looked at the maze of lights and lines to see where the emergency originated. Only the gravest accident would require an All Seal, which completely severed chemical and biological links of the Biodome with the outside. Carved into the heart of a mountain, the top secret facility was virtually impregnable. Until they unsealed it, Mercedes and the sixteen other of the world's elite women scientists working at the Biodome were as isolated as if they were on the moon.

Amazingly, the All Seal order had come not from one of the laboratories, but from the communications center. Trying to remain calm, Mercedes touched the appropriate videocom button and asked, "Ayo, what the hell happened? Who hit the All Seal switch?"

The image of a tall black woman filled the screen. "I did, Mechas. Look at this!"

Ayo Obkonko patched the television feed to the viewscreen in front of Mercedes. The annoying CNN logo and fanfare was at last fading and the bearded talking head of Wolf Blitzer appeared. "To recap the breaking news, CNN has learned that two days ago scientists working for the terrorist Saddam Ali released a virus into the atmosphere that has already spread over Europe and is expected to reach every corner of the globe within days. The virus attacks and blends into the human genome, producing virtually a new species of human. Effects of the disease appear to be sudden massive physical, emotional, and intellectual change in women and lesser but still major changes in men. Needless to say, there is no known cure for the malady and there is little chance of one being found, given the rapidity with which the virus is spreading and the dramatic nature of its effects. For the most recent information, we take you now to our correspondent in Agabad, Christiane Amanpour."

The scene shifted to a pan of the Central Mosque as seen thousands of times from the top of the Ministry of Information headquarters, the place all the foreign correspondents in Iraq go for the most authentic information. Then the camera focused in on a gorgeous young woman with long, lustrous black hair and smoldering, deep-set dark eyes. Mercedes was shocked at what she saw, recognizing CNN's top foreign correspondent, but just barely. The image before her and 100 million other viewers world wide looked more like a slightly aging movie starlet than a serious reporter. The cameraman didn't pass up giving viewers the full body shot that showed a luscious woman dressed in the shortest mini the religious authorities would allow, even on a kaffir, and sporting a set of tits that hadn't been seen in the Old World since Gina Lolabrigida was a filly.

"Hi, folks," chirped the painted lips of the remade journalist. "They want me to tell you about what this virus thingy is doing here in . . . uh? . . . here. So far as I can tell, it's doin' lotsa good! Oops, I shouldn't have said that. It's really going to be a problem, I think, the way all us girls are getting sort of filled out." She paused to give her knockers a demonstrative little shake for the camera. "How are we going to keep our guys to ourselves?" she asked rhetorically. "Ex-perts say . . ." Here she broke off with a sly grin, "I wonder why they couldn't get any real 'perts' instead of just EX-'perts?'" The new Ms. Amanpour clearly had wandered out of her depth.

"The Vir-us pro-du-ces an extra-ordin-ary in-crease in the lib . . .?" The confused young woman stumbled over the text she was trying to read, "The libby? . . . the Libby Dole?," she giggled. "That doesn't make any sense . . . . Huh?" She tossed her locks and cocked her head to hear the earphone better. "Oh, yeah! That is sooo RIGHT! . . . . They told me to say it just makes you want to 'do it' all the time," she grinned, nodding.

"Thank goodness Jamie came over here with me to sorta keep me in line. I know last night over at the palace talking to Sadammy I got so horny I was ready to him . . . Oh, oh!. I guess they don't want me to say the 'F'- word," she tinkled. "Well let's just say it was hard to worry about what that big sexy guy may be hiding out there in the desert when you're wondering what he's hiding inside those cool 'jammies he wears," allowed the internationally famous correspondent, unable to suppress another titter. "Fortunately Jaime got me back to the hotel before I did anything foolish and just ed the out of me. . . . Oh damn, I mean he and my producer took turns calming me down."

"Oh, well, I can't think of anything else to say right now. So, this is Crissy Amanpour for CNN in ...in. ...? Well, one of those really neat places they send me to!"

Mercedes was unable to speak for a moment, then recovered. "God! This is awful. I see why you had to act quickly, Ayo. Thanks to you, at least WE are in no danger of infection."

"Yes, but how long can we keep the seal in place?" Ayo asked.

"We have a vast store of water and several months of emergency food rations. It won't be very comfortable, but with power to run electrolysis for oxygen and scrubbers to remove the CO2 we can hold out her for months, maybe years."

"But it's still pretty hopeless, isn't it? Sooner or later we will have to unseal the facility and then we'll be infected, too. Oh, God! We'll all become mindless bimbos, like . . . her!" Ayo cried.

"Not necessarily. We can . . . ."

"Hey, Mechas! There's a call coming in on the Red Line!" Ayo interrupted.

"My God! The President. Put him on."

A familiar boyish face appeared on the screen. "Good afternoon, Dr. Castillo." The President paused, looking her over. "Sorry I have to meet you for the first time under these circumstances." As she listened, something about the glint in the Commander in Chief's eye made Mercedes wonder if he was referring to the global crisis or the fact that via TV images, certain kinds of intercourse were excluded.

"Good afternoon, Mr. President. Oh!" she exclaimed when she saw the President was not alone. The camera unzoomed to reveal the entire Cabinet in session. The First Lady and the VP's wife were there, too.

"Dr. Castillo, I have been informed about your quick action in sealing the Biodome. You're in charge of our best microbiological research facility. I'm afraid the bulk of the effort to stop this horrific plague will fall on you and your excellent staff. I'm sure that you will rise to this challenge. Aware of the responsibility that our nation, indeed the whole world, . . ." Mercedes tuned out as the President was off on a speech about the key role of women in the global economy, but her attention was jerked back when she heard him say, "You know that women are found in many positions in my administration!"

The Secretary of State blanched and the Secretary of Labor tried unsuccessfully to keep from rolling her eyes at the unfortunate choice of words. Several of the cabinet started to snigger, but the First Lady silenced them with a murderous glare. The Vice President, oozing earnestness, did not seem to hear anything amiss.

"You can count on us to do everything we can, Sir," Mercedes replied keeping a straight face. As the communication broke, Mercedes was surprised how attractive she found the President --he was a sleezebag, but a sexy sleezebag, she thought.

Within hours Mercedes had reorganized the group's work, everything else being pushed aside to work on the Virus problem. As soon as things had settled down at the lab, she called her boyfriend Robert to tell him she would not be coming home for -- she wished she knew when she could return.

"OH darling, I'm so proud of you, but does this mean we can't . . .?" he asked nervously.

"Afraid so, Sweetie. I'll be here until we find a cure or we run out of food."

"There is not way I could . . .?"

"No, honey. The dome is completely sealed. Not even air, not to mention a probably infected male can be allowed to enter." This was not easy for Mercedes to say. She was already missing her lovable if otherworldly poet. He was not a prize catch by many standards -- only averagely handsome, certainly not rich on his salary from the University -- but he wasn't intimidated by Mercedes' fierce intelligence and sometimes monomaniacal dedication to work. Under her tutelage, the sex was even improving. She would miss that, too.

*****

A week later things were going better than Mercedes had any reason to expect. Her deputy director, Vivian Wu, had identified the Virus and determined its lineage -- an ordinary cold-like virus that lived innocuously in human breathing tracts, never causing more than a sniffle. The Virus's creator had chosen well; the body had almost no resistance to such a virus. Shireen Kumanundawata had found the active sites on the virus that melded with human DNA to produce the changes in women's (and men's, it turned out) bodies and sex drive.

Interestingly, the parts of the virus that effected the somatic changes were not those that reduced women's mentality to that of oversexed schoolgirls. Again the Virus's creator had worked brilliantly. Mercedes herself was the one who discovered that the other business end of the Virus attached itself only to the XX (female) chromosomes, leaving the XY unaltered. Diabolical as this was, it at least key confirmed what Mercedes had long suspected, that men and women were intelligent in different ways. It turned out that at least some different genes were involved.

In other ways things were not going so well, however. Her most recent call had shown that Robert was now clearly infected. As Mercedes looked at him on the view screen, her heart beat faster. Robert had grown so handsome! His shoulders were broader, waist trimmer, butt tighter, abs flatter; he appeared to have gained a couple of inches in height, as well. Damn, he had become a studmuffin and was totally out of her reach! "You're not doing anything foolish, are you darling?" she inquired.

"No, honey, but . . ."

"But what, Robert? Is it another woman?" Mercedes demanded suspiciously.

"Well, yes, but I haven't DONE anything. It's just that Ruth Morris, she's been hinting . . . ."

"Well, let her hint. You leave her alone," Mercedes replied, feeling some relief she was careful not to show. She knew Ruth Morris, a scrawny, red-haired, forty-year-old divorcee who taught in Paul's department. Mercedes could not imagine a woman whom she should fear less.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll keep my hands off of her," Robert said, not too convincingly.

Only after she hung up did her doubts return. After all, Mercedes didn't know how the Virus might have affected the mousy professor. And it was not Robert's hands she was worried about.

*****

Weeks later things were getting dicey.

Events on the outside certainly gave Mercedes and her team plenty of motivation. The scientists were horrified to see how quickly the Virus was turning society upside down. Plastic surgeons were practically out of business, except for women of eighty and ninety who were desperate to attract younger lovers. Surgeons able to reverse tubal ligations and vasectomies, on the other hand, had more patients than they could handle. Women who decided holding a job was too intellectually taxing discovered that their husbands or boyfriends had ideas about how they could pass their time, ideas that involved new additions to the family or first babies, even for women in their forties and fifties. Single women gave up waiting for Mr. Right and let Mr. Whoever-Was-Handy make them pregnant.

Sales of women's apparel shot up as millions of former career women ditched their conservative business attire, which no longer fit anyway, for slinky skirts, revealing blouses and spikey heels, only to have to change again as their bulging bellies required a hot new maternity wardrobe.

A new de facto jurisprudence grew up: a woman who eliminated a rival for a man's attention could almost always get off lightly, pleading temporary insanity, if she could show she had gone over twenty-four hours without a proper fuck. Women who killed men out of jealousy, although very rare, received no mercy.

Outside events, on the other hand, created a morale problem for Mercedes as well as the others. Last week, when she had called to check up on Robert it was a woman's voice crying out, "Yes! Oh, Yes!" that triggered the voice-activated videocom link. Mercedes saw all too well why Robert himself had not answered. The automatic camera zoomed in on the speaker, a voluptuous woman with long flaming red curls riding Robert's upthrust prick, crying out and coming repeatedly. Oh God, Mercedes thought, could that be Ruth Morris? As if that were not bad enough, she then noted Robert's head, or rather where it should have been. There, grinding her muff into Robert's mouth was a younger version of Ruth, screaming in orgasms of her own, "Oh Mom, he's eating meeeee! . . . He's got his tongue in my . . . Ayyy! I'm coming so good, Mom." Mercedes broke the connection in disgust.

At the next staff meeting most of the other women reported similar problems. The lack of sex had them frustrated, jealous, and bitchy! "Dammit, Mechas. Here we are slaving away like nuns for humanity, or at least for femininity, and our husbands and boyfriends are off screwing everything in skirts," Bridgett Lafonte exclaimed in ire. "I'm tired of getting off with my hand up my twat night after night. I need a real fuck!"

"Me, too," added Kimberly Bradshaw.

"Oh, God, yes! I need my Leroy," Vivian Wu complained. "I can't think straight without that big black python up in me every night!"

"Now, now, ladies! Don't go gettin' so hot 'n bothered," drawled Mary Jo Lipscom, a lanky Texan who was the Biodome's Ms. Fixit. "I like a nice hunka raw meat packed into m' pussy's as much as the next girl, but let's be practical." All eyes turned to the big blonde with her boots propped up on the desk in front of her. Indeed, she didn't look nearly as uptight as the other women. "I don't like knowin' that m' Billy Bob is off bangin' his Aint Josey 'n' her six girls, but since I cain't do anythang about it riot now," she paused long enough to indicate that in the future Billy Bob was probably going to pay dearly for his fun, "I just make do with Billy Bob, Sr."

There was a gasp of amazement when the assembled women saw what Mary Jo was talking about. Leaning forward, she drew out a hugely wicked-looking dildo, black as night. Another gasp went around the room when she sat the base of the implement on the desk and a low-pitched vibration reverberated through the room. "Yessir, ever night I jus' slip old Billy Bob Sr. in there where he'll do me the most good 'n' git off a buncha times. Sleep like a baby. If any of you girls would like to drop 'round for some help, the US Gummit has put some of the finest plastic in-jecshun moldin' equipment money can buy in my workshop. I'd be happy to whip you up a personalized set."

"A set?" someone asked.

"Well, yeah. Unless you are ONE lucky woman, I'd recommen' startin' with a plastic pussy pleaser that's only a teeny bit longer and thicker than your current boyfriend's dong. Graj'ly. you can work up to a real four- or five-inch thick prod that can provide some gen- you-wine simulated fuckin'."

"'Course, if ya cain't wait, I could share the Hardy Boys with somebody," she said, holding up a double-headed dildo with one phallus considerably larger than the other. For a moment shocked silence reigned, but to everyone's surprise Tammy Bostrop, the little high-school girl who had been trapped in the Biodome while delivering papers, got up and slid into a seat next to the big woman.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lipscom," the child sobbed, "I just miss my Tommy so much." Mary Jo pulled the girl into a comforting embrace and kissed her tenderly. Tammy's sobs died away as Mary Jo opened her blouse to release her big boobs from confinement and Tammy began gently to suckle them. Soon her sobs turned to little whimpers of pleasure as Mary-Jo's hand slipped between Tammy's legs and found her clit. It appeared the Hardy Boys would have a busy night, or perhaps, again, they would not be needed at all. There was an embarrassed pause and more than one hand disappeared beneath the table before the meeting turned to the topic of microbiology.

*****

In the next few days, Mary Jo's workshop was quite busy. It didn't take Mercedes long to notice the difference, either. Productivity was back up and squabbling almost disappeared, although the moans and cries of ecstasy in the makeshift quarters at night could make sleeping difficult. Mary Jo had offered to make portable devices that could be worn at all times, but Mercedes outlawed these, fearing they would reduce tensions altogether TOO much.

Most of the women unimaginatively named their new helpmeets after their most recent lover. A few, however, chose whimsical appellations reflecting their personal fantasies. Some of these were obvious, "Miles and Miles of Naismith," "Bit-Bard's Big Banger," "Frank's Real McCoy," but no one could figure out why their intern, Monica Lou Insky, named her new companion, "Slick Willie."

*****

As more weeks wore on, Mercedes was pleased with the progress on a number of fronts. The group now knew how the Virus attacked the genes to destroy women's intelligence. There was no time to focus on any of its other effects nor, Mercedes grinned, much motivation. The conceptual breakthrough came from Vivian Wu, who realized that what was needed was not a vaccine -- the Virus had already altered the DNA of the infected host -- but a new infection altogether. With that insight Mercedes could organize efforts to create a new virus that would attack the modified DNA of the infected host and modify the genes for intelligence in women yet again. This would be merely applied lab work. Another week or so would do the trick.

"Mechas! A call on the Red Line," Ayo informed excitedly.

The President's broadly smiling face appeared on the little screen once more. He looked happy -- entirely too happy, Mercedes thought. "Good morning, Mercedes. We've been thinking about you," the President said.

"Thank you, Mr. President. We have been doing everything we can to defeat this thing. I'm happy to tell you I think we are almost there."

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, Mercedes. I've had the boys at NSA, DIA, OMB, and the FRB looking into this Virus business. We've concluded there's really nothing to worry about. In fact, they tell me it's doing the country a lot of good. Why, the new projections for Social Security show that the baby explosion we've got going will have the Trust Fund in the black for a century. So, I've decided to call off your work out there. Of course I really do appreciate what you and the girls have been trying to do and I'd like you to come to Washington in a few days and let me show you just how grateful I am!"
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"The pig!" thought Mercedes. Yeah, she could imagine that "the boys" couldn't see anything wrong with a world full of bimbo sexpots. And she could guess how the President intended to say, "Thank you," too. He'd probably knock her up if Robert didn't beat him to it.

"Is this an official decision, Sir?" Mercedes inquired, playing it straight.

"Of course, the whole Cabinet agrees, don't you, guys?" The camera panned the oblong table where it was obvious there was no dissent. Most of the men, trimmer and with more hair than before, were smiling and nodding agreement. The voluptuous and amazingly rejuvenated Secretary of State, though, was not paying much attention, apparently too busy pulling aside her panties to let the Secretary of Defense give her a delightful little finger fuck.

The Secretary of Labor was similarly distracted, holding her miniskirt up to let the Secretary Housing and Urban Development inspect her tummy. Proudly he was patting the unmistakable little bulge that had resulted from a late-night meeting which had started when he undertook the development, but would end only when she went into labor.

The VP's wife was looking down over her enormous rack in adoration at her husband who oozed earnestness as she ran her fingers through his thick blond curls with one hand while with the other she fingered her dripping pregnant pussy.

The Secretary of Health and Human Services had no complaints about the Virus's effects. Until a few weeks ago, she hadn't gotten laid for years. Now with her newly cinched waist and large firm boobs and having started dressing like a woman again, Madam Secretary found even her hunky interns giving her the eye. She was pretty sure that Jack, the one she had taken home, was just playing out a fuck-mommy fantasy every night, but she didn't care what he was going on between his ears, so long as what going on between his legs kept her happy. She grinned, thinking of his face when she told him he had gotten "Mommy" pregnant!

The Attorney General's mind was elsewhere, as well, planning the fiesta for that night. She bet she would be the first Cabinet Secretary in history to pull a train for the entire corps of US Attorneys AND three Special Prosecutors.

Mercedes would have asked the First Lady's opinion, but thought better of it when she noticed the top of a blonde head bobbing up and down between the President's legs.

"Sir, we have almost finished. I believe we can reverse the worst effects of this bug, if you will just let us continue," Mercedes pleaded without much hope.

"Sorry, my dear, I order you to stop work and unseal the facility."

"In the name of humanity, Sir, I refuse."

"You'll have to open the facility Mercedes. We are prepared for your intransigence. If you do not follow my order, I will have the power cut. Soon you will be without breathable air. Then you can choose between becoming happy sexy women and asphyxiation. Have a nice day!" A ruthless sleezebag, Mercedes concluded, amending her earlier opinion.

"How long will our backup power last, Mary Jo?" Mercedes asked, near desperation as the lights dimmed briefly.

"The BATTERIES will last only about six hours, Mechas," the big girl grinned, "But I don't think all the President's men remembered our flywheel. It weighs seventeen tons and is spinning at 15,000 rpms. We can draw power from that sucker for a week."

"And even after we open the air vents, we will still have a day or so before the infection makes us . . . makes us . . . too silly to work," Bridgett added.

"OK ladies. That gives us ten days. You know what you have to do. Let's do it!" Mechas ordered.

*****

Ten days later Mercedes called everyone together for the final meeting. Outside air had been coming into the Biodome for seventy two hours and Mercedes could tell she and all her team were infected with the Virus. The physical changes already were evident. Her own bust had increased by two inches at least and a growing, giggly horniness made it difficult to keep her mind on business.

"Do you think it'll work?" Ayo asked. The large pretty black woman had always been curvaceous, but in the last two days she had become mouthwatering. "I'm not sure I even care. I just want to get home to my Carlos. I'm going to see if he still wants to screw those high school girls he coaches when he's got a real woman." She smirked and wiggled her tight, eyepopping butt.

"There's only one way to find out, ladies. Drink up!" Mercedes indicated the small cups distributed around the table and one by one each woman drank down the pink liquid. "And that is that!" Mercedes said with finality. "With your permission I suggest we wait until tomorrow morning to unseal the main entrance. Right now there is something I have been wanting to do for a long time." A little cheer went up as Mercedes drew the petite but curvy form of Vivian Wu into a sizzling kiss that did not go unreciprocated.

The next morning the entrance opened by a time device and allowed an armed SWAT team to storm into the Biodome. The men felt considerable embarrassment when the most threatening thing they found was rooms full of semi-naked women lying asleep in each other's arms or making slow, passionate love.

*****

"But, Vivian, can't you see, deconstruction of a text ALWAYS requires attention to the semiotic conventions of time and place. I find your attempt at a-historical analysis futile, at best. A deeper analysis . . . uuh, yes, a little deeper. DEEPER, Darling. You KNOW how Mommy likes that. Oh, oooh, OOOOH!," Mercedes groaned, not to Vivian, but to Robert, who had been dutifully tonguing his wife's snatch to a series of gentle orgasms while the two women talked.

This was Monday and Mercedes always started the week over at Vivian's house discussing literary criticism. Tuesday was philosophy with Ayo and Wednesday she used for quantum cosmology with Bridgett. Thursday was devoted to political science with Monica Lou; and on Friday she and Mary Jo talked engineering. Weekends she kept for herself -- and Robert except occasionally when Christiane was out of town and she sent Jamie over for safekeeping.

"Mechas, my dear, you simply fail to recognize the importance of STRUCTURE. A hermeneutical exegesis of a messages can no more be disguised by linguistic convention than can the language in which it is transmitted. With a little more time I know I can explain it to you. I'm really so close. YES! So CLOSE, Baby! AYYYYY!"

Vivian paused in her dialectic to allow a thunderous orgasm to take her. She didn't mind the interruption, as she always said a good come clears the head and sharpens the analysis. Fortunately, in her husband Leroy, Vivian had the services of one of the best analysis sharpeners in the business. After a dozen or so comes this afternoon she felt quiet well honed, but a little sleepy, too. She looked over at the lolling head of the beautiful, dark-skinned girl beside her and smiled. Notwithstanding her friend's remonstrance, Robert had Mercedes nearly orgasmmed out.

A nod of Vivian's head sent the two men away to cook, or change diapers, or whatever it was that men did when they weren't being used for sex. Mercedes could see what her horny friend had in mind and scooted her face between Vivian's legs. With a grace that comes from frequent practice each woman deftly adjusted her pregnant belly so the bulge did not prevent the other's easy access to her pussy. Gently, they kissed and sucked each other to a last sleepy orgasm of the afternoon.

*****

In the first interviews with the "Biodome Seventeen," as the media dubbed them, Mercedes and her team gave the impression they knew exactly what they were doing and fully expected the results. Some historians who have looked carefully at the lab notes are not so sure the investigators realized that the virus they created would not only reverse the intelligence-destroying effects of the first virus, but would actually make women over twice as smart as men as it spread through the population. Intended or not, the consequences are those that we now see and enjoy.

Whereas the effects on women's minds are clearly the results of the new infection, different theories account for the changes in men's behavior. Some think the new virus has made males less aggressive and, therefore, easier for their women folk to keep at home. Supporters of this theory point to the disappearance of Bruce Willis and Mel Gibson movies, demands from men for sequels to films based on Jane Austen novels, and men's utter absorption by magazines like "House and Garden." They also adduce changes in sports as well. Football and other contact sports have disappeared, but the boys do enjoy watching those top-heavy girls try to figure skate. The US Open featuring the pregnant Sirena Wiliams against her equally knocked up sister Venus broke all viewing records.

Others suggest women have to keep men out of public life in order to protect them from other women who are not only smarter, but who can screw them into submission at the slightest disagreement. Knowing male vulnerability, wives and girlfriends wisely keep their men home, where they are relatively safe from exploitation. Imagine a man trying to turn down a saleslady if his woman were to allow him to go out to buy his own clothes! Why, she would just take him in the back of the store and fuck him until he didn't know one side of a credit card from the other.

Still other observers point out that men are happy to stay home because for the first time in human history they can have all the sex they want without having to go out to slave, lie, steel, and kill to get it. With women in charge, the world is so rich and peaceful it hardly requires then to work. Since child rearing and household chores are not their concern, women can indulge themselves with large families. Occasionally, a man may be reluctant to take on the burden of another child, but that reluctance never lasts long when his woman has decided he's going to make her pregnant again.

Most people, however, feel there is really nothing to explain. Everybody knows men just naturally want to let their constantly pregnant wives keep them screwed silly while they stay home and take care of their burgeoning families. It is just another demonstration of the Goodness of our Creator and Her divine Providence.

The End
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