Gabatrix: the Forgotten
Copyright© 2026 by CMed TheUniverseofCMed
Chapter 13: Awakening Part 1
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 13: Awakening Part 1 - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Batrice Crisis, humanity launches an expedition to establish contact with the unknown alien race known as the Venermax. However, Doctor Theron, the lead scientist behind the mission, has vanished. It will be up to the Doctor and his friends to solve the mysteries laid forth as Theron tries not to perish in hell itself. Story contains: Sci-fi, Future, Drama, Survival, Action, Light Horror/Psychological Thriller, Human/Alien(s), M/F, Sex, Love, Interspecies
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Mystery Science Fiction Aliens Space
“NOOOO!” Theron’s voice screamed out loud.
“10CCs of Ralipridimene,” another male voice said to another.
“Poison, ... POISON!” Theron yelled as he struggled with all his might.
It was a little more than a few weeks since the prior rescue made in Chicago. Theron tried to remember, yet much of his mind remained fragmented, broken, and in almost complete utter chaos.
In one instance, he remembered being in Waterville. Through the enormous underground tunnels of the Appalachian Mountains was nothing more than a vast city, almost endless, travelling for countless miles. Stores, utilities, fusion generators, pipes, apartment homes, businesses, and even industrial complexes are all there to satiate a surviving civilization. It was beyond anything that mankind had ever achieved. The United States greatest and perhaps final glory of its lifespan as the other nations fell.
Theron turned his head. He was laid back on a moving stretcher, heading somewhere, strapped and held in place. Meanwhile, a medic and a nurse were walking not far from him, discussing the best approach to treating him.
He couldn’t see much of their faces. With his writhing body held in place on the moving stretcher, his vision was limited. All he knew was that the medic was a male’s voice. The nurse was a female voice, both with accents reminiscent of Eastern North America.
Theron couldn’t remember, but only sheer rage. Unlike the prior month, portions of Theron’s hair had fallen out. Parts of his face had crusted, dying skin, much like some of the other Waterville denizens who watched the restrained madman be ferried off to the local hospital in the area.
They had all seen it before...
A spike hit Theron’s mind. Pain, anger, death!
“They’re going to kill you ... all of you!” Theron yelled out as the stretcher continued to be moved. “LIES, all LIES!”
“Are you sure another shot of Ralipridimene will work?” the nurse asked.
“Stage 3 of Nihil’s Syndrome,” the medic replied. “At this stage, Ralipridimene is the only way to deaden the degradation.”
Theron could feel his heart pounding. Memories rushed back. He remembered it all, death, destruction, rot, nothing but festering madness, all within the 2nd week upon reaching Waterville. Regardless, the insanity was consuming him. His brain deciphered so little; the few flashing wakes of sanity remained at times, struggling like rising bubbles from boiling water.
His breathing was intense, adrenaline always rushing through his veins. He had to break free, get out, and...
“FOOD!” Theron screamed. “MORE FOOD! Give it to me!”
“Now. Do it,” the medic said.
The nurse held a syringe as they stopped moving the stretcher. The hyposyringe was immediately pressed into Theron’s neck.
“Nooo...,” Theron reacted in pain. “Murderers ... murderers!”
The medication went into his system. It felt like Theron was trapped in a storm. In seconds, there was a brief respite. The tempest momentarily died, but only to a small degree.
“We need to get him to freeze immediately,” the nurse said. “Another shot is going to stop his heart.”
“If we don’t give him another shot, he’s going to have a stroke anyway,” the medic replied. “He’s already at Stage 3.”
“Please don’t die, Terry...,” a familiar voice could be heard.
That voice ... it was soothing, utterly soothing to hear it. Theron could remember more as the stretcher resumed its movement. It wasn’t far from the local hospital ward. He was in Precinct 43 of Waterville. Gemma’s hand was holding onto Theron’s hand, despite the injuries of his flailing body.
“ ... Ge ... Gemma...?” Theron said as his face looked upon her.
“Terry ... you can hear me?” she replied.
She was so innocent. Despite being in relaxed civilian clothes in the underground, clean environment, the continuously cleaned water still carried the hints of its toxicity. Everyone showed signs of its destruction. Even Gemma wasn’t spared. Chicago, the exposure. She lost a pinky and ring finger as the nails on her left hand turned yellow. In time, she would lose the whole hand and need an augmented replacement. Aisha was supposedly suffering from horrible diarrhea, as Cassidy had inevitably taken the role of adopting her.
But they were alive. For Theron, it was all that mattered. Gemma was the only anchor to the world of the living.
Yet the fragmented memories were being eroded away. The dying brain could no longer sustain itself. The muck was going to claim Theron as the next victim.
The overhead tram was carrying people above Theron, ferrying some of the earliest batches to the nearby hangar facility, where they would be sent to Mars’ growing colony. The tram tunnel was partly loud. For Theron, it sounded like a transport falling to the Earth, shot down by a group of bandits.
“No...,” Theron remarked. “They’re trying to kill us...”
“It’s PTSD,” Gemma replied. “You saved me.”
Wrong. She’s theirs now. They’re going to take her away from you, you horrible piece of shit.
The thought ran through Theron’s mind. He was doing his best, but the insanity was overwhelming at times. It was becoming a losing battle.
The stretcher and the group reached the interior hospital ward, one that specialized in treating Theron and the others who suffered from the relatively well-known condition. Theron suffered a few twitches, held down by the restraints against his neck, arms, and legs. The room and ceiling came into view for Theron as he could see the edge of a reception room.
“Code 9N,” the medic said to the receptionist. “His name is Theron, first name...”
You know what needs to be done, Theron, his thoughts called out. They’re only going to freeze you ... leave you to rot ... you’ll never see Gemma again. She’s going to forget you. If you’re lucky, you might wake up 100 years, assuming they don’t shred your body for fodder so the local population might have some nourishment.
“Engh...,” Theron grunted. “Stop it ... please stop...”
“Room 78,” the receptionist said. “Chamber is being prepped for him. Give us five minutes.”
It was somewhat quiet in the hospital reception area. Despite the agony and shrills given off by Theron, it remained mostly peaceful. Despite all this...
VIOLENCE! A powerful ringing sound could be heard in Theron’s mind. Screeching metal. The walls seemed to be on fire.
A memory flashed before Theron. Security was called ... had to wrestle Theron to the ground before the stun baton was pressed to Theron’s head. Did he pull a knife on Gemma?
It was fragmented. Why did he do it?
Because she was like the rest of them, that’s why.
“It’s too much...,” Theron said as a tear ran down his face. “I can barely think...”
“The Nihil’s Syndrome is running its course, Theron,” the nurse told him.
“I want peace ... it feels like I’m being torn to pieces...”
“We know it does,” the medic said.
It’s freedom, his mind told him. You’re free ... like them.
Theron recognized that part of his mind. It was Rhino’s voice. But he was dead.
You can feel the hunger, right? Find something sharp, cut them, gut them, eat their flesh...
“Terry...,” Gemma called out to him.
The thoughts were quickly quelled. His eyes turned to look down at her, seeing her smiling face. Her concerns radiated to that of acknowledgment. She knew he was in pain.
“Gemma, I’m so sorry,” Theron said with a tear in his eye. “ ... For all of it.”
“Don’t be. Without you, I’d be dead. Thank you for my life...”
Don’t listen to her. Thanks to her, you’re rotting from within.
No, she’s right. We did our part for God and country. We only have one destination, heaven for we...
Lies all lies!
“You’re almost there,” Gemma said.
“Give me another shot,” Theron said. “Put me to sleep ... stop the pain...”
“We can’t,” the medic told him. “Not before you’re going to be put into deep freeze. You’re in critical condition. Once Nihil’s Syndrome reaches the...”
They just want you to suffer. They enjoy those sorts of things.
“If we put you to sleep now, you’ll likely to never wake up...”
Another terrible twitch in Theron’s body. It was uncontrollable.
“We’re almost there,” the nurse told him. “You can do it, Doctor Theron.”
I’m not a doctor ... why do I hear it so many times? I never worked on anybody. I...
Don’t listen to them. They’re only distracting you from what’s important now.
“Doctor...,” Theron said, almost laughing hysterically at Gemma. “She called me, Doctor ... I sell cars ... I always sold cars...”
There seemed to be confusion on Gemma’s face, but for a brief moment, there was hesitation. Her eyes shifted away.
What was that?
Did she confirm it just now? How are you a Doctor? You never got a degree...
Theron blacked out for a brief moment. Suddenly, the stretcher was on the move again. Ceiling lights acted as tracks on the upside-down road.
It reminded him of driving the truck, trying to find a place to reside with him and Gemma, trying to survive in the dying wasteland. The constant broken lines of the passing lanes, seeing so much death.
Gemma ... she was still there.
“Gemma,” he said, looking back at her. “I ... want to live...”
“You will,” she replied.
“I ... want to see you grow up...”
“You will...,” she replied with a smile. “Think of happy things. Remember when we went fishing?”
Why remember that? It was stupid. People dying, and all you cared about was...
“Yes...,” he said to her with a similar smile.
“I want to ... save them,” she told him. “I want to study marine biology ... find a way to make the muck go away...”
“Beats, selling cars ... heh ... I know that...”
They reached the final room. It felt cold in the area. From Theron’s vision, he could see a conveyor belt and an attachment hoist slot where the stretcher would be moved to. A series of injection syringes resided over it.
“Alright, Theron,” the medic explained to him. “Here’s what’s going to happen to you. You’re not the first that’s going to go through this.”
“The freeze...,” Theron replied.
“It’s the only way we can save you. We have over a hundred thousand with your condition that’s been put under. All you’re going to feel is the syringe press against your neck.”
And then you’ll die. It’s simple euthanasia. They don’t want to bother with you anymore.
“Yes...,” Theron said with unease. “Are they going to save us?”
“We promise that they’re close.”
“Gemma,” Theron remarked, taking a deep breath. “Remember to stay with Cassidy ... if I sleep forever...”
“I know,” Gemma replied.
“Always know that I ... AHHH!” Theron suddenly grunted in agony.
His brain was screaming different signals. Pain, rage, emotion, it was striking all at once. Theron began to shake hard on the bed as the restraints held him in place. His teeth gritted. There was no control. His breathing was tense and repeatedly short. The hard twitching was evident.
“Seizure,” the nurse said. “He’s flatlining...”
“We got this,” the medic replied.
Stop them, kill them! It’s your last chance.
Theron felt powerless as his body was moved towards the machine. Suddenly, he blacked out...
It was dark once again. Theron felt himself gasping for air. The screeching sound was everywhere, and then there was nothing.
From the hard floor, Theron felt himself stand up. He recognized this place. His hand was pressed to his chest, reacting to the fact that here, he was free from the suffering he had endured for weeks.
“I’m dead, aren’t I?” he asked himself.
Theron felt he was free, free from the pain and anguish. It was as if he knew nothing but peace here. The rampant paranoia and schizophrenia spurts he had were no more. The twitching was gone.
From here, the man finally had time to think. He closed his eyes and remained thankful that all the horrid events from the past couple of weeks were finally quelled. But, there had to be a cost, one he was well aware of.
But something wasn’t completely right. He looked at himself, noting that he was naked. He could remember his life, his struggle to survive, but he also remembered this world. It was both a universe of his own, yet it was an empty void to be trapped inside.
The angel was supposed to be here. Where was she?
“No...,” he said to himself. “I’m asleep ... yes, that’s what’s happened. Had to be put asleep ... it was the only way.”
“You’re in a frozen chamber right now...,” said a deep male, collected voice. It came from behind Theron, causing him to react quickly.
The man turned to face the source of the sound and saw another person slowly approaching him. A dull light filled over Theron’s position as the individual walked into it. The sound of footfall filled the void. It was a stranger, a man in his late 60s, with a pale complexion. He had a short white beard and white hair; his hands pressed against his back as he walked. Dressed in a tuxedo with black shoes, the man seemed well-established for who he was.
This wasn’t right at all. Theron remembered the times in the past when he was pressed into this world. There was no stranger like this.
“Who are you?” Theron sternly asked him.
“Now is that any way to treat a guest?” the man asked him in a calm, stern manner.
The way he asked the question made him sound like he was dominant towards Theron. This was a figure who could easily control businesses, serve in a political role, or even outright terrify the opposition if need be. However, Theron knew enough that the void of his mind would occasionally do weird things to him. He wasn’t impressed by the stranger’s appearance and tone.
“I don’t remember you. Who are you?” Theron asked again.
“Hmmm ... it’s true then,” the man stopped and remarked to him, keeping his hand behind his back. “Are you sure you want to waste your three questions on an answer you already know?”
Theron’s eyes narrowed when he looked at the old man. “No ... it’s not possible,” he replied. “Sam...”
The old man seemed completely different than the other two men he was supposed to portray. This Sam was hardened, severe in tone and presence.
Three questions. This time, Theron would be careful in how he asked them. A part of him knew this might be the last opportunity to speak with ‘Sam.’
“You were different almost every time I saw you,” Theron remarked.
“I’m a man of many talents, Mr. Theron,” Sam said gravely. “ ... A man of many names and varying personalities. It’s the only way for one to survive and prosper against such ... enormous opposition ... Besides,” he stepped toward him and lightly waved his hand over Theron’s naked body. “Let us speak in a more professional manner, shall we?”
Theron noted that a set of clothing was appearing over his body as the hand hovered close to him. Before the man knew it, Theron was wearing typical civilian clothes, a plain shirt, jeans, and comfortable shoes.
“There...,” Sam took a step back and put his hands behind his back. “Much better, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes,” Theron remarked in surprise at the man’s power.
“Then I suppose it’s time for us to get down to business. You have your three questions, Mr. Theron. You have plenty of time to consider them all, so choose them wisely.”
Theron nodded. “I have one,” he said. “I keep asking the same question over and over again, yet you keep giving me vague answers. Who are you really?”
“A fair question to ask that deserves a thorough answer,” Sam said. “I would argue that the reason you’ve never had a clear explanation is that I was not expecting to be placed here.”
“Huh?”
“Now that more of my memory is returning, I’ve been able to learn more about these ... peculiar surroundings. Even your memories provide something interesting as well ... things that I’ve never considered until now. You can say that I’m a well-established individual, one who faces a force that’s always seemed to prevail. I watched as a rather unpronounced figure promised to restore Earth to what it was, only to be opposed by those who wish to leave it as it is now. A war ensued as the one who claimed that the light behind her would guide us to a greater future and save the mortals from their inevitable conclusion. In the end, she only became a contradiction of herself. I was the first to be executed as the others watched in disbelief or held the hint of satisfaction of my demise, her passion and hypocrisy laid bare for everyone to observe...”
There was almost a hint of satisfaction in how he said it, as if he seemed pleased to be put to death. Regardless, Theron didn’t truly understand everything Sam said or exactly what he was.
“To put it into the best terms, Mr. Theron,” Sam concluded. “There is no perfect way to explain exactly what I am. In the end, I am the one who stands in the darkness, always willing to improve himself, no matter the cost. The actions I take are merely the role I intend to play, the reflection of greed, the desire for power. Much like you, I want to live. Thankfully, there are many ways that I can continue my existence. Unfortunately, for you, your time will come to an end...”
For Theron, it was the best answer that he was going to get. He knew that Sam was withholding information. However, the hint of his own demise did inspire his emotions to take hold.
“Why are you here?” Theron asked him.
“Hmmm ... I imagine my other selves explained it to you before,” Sam replied. “But, since we have the time, why not explain it further? I came to help you out, Mr. Theron. I know what’s happening to you. I know what’s really happening to you.” Sam looked outward. “That little screeching sound that you hear all the time ... It’s getting louder, isn’t it?”
Theron could hear the sound he had recognized in the past. It was all the voices. The screeching sound of metal rubbing against metal. The voices he heard were telling him different information. It only grew into a noise that overwhelmed him. Even now, he could hear the sound growing in volume. It started small, but it only grew. Sam seemed to have heard it as well.
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?” Sam said.
“ ... Yes,” Theron replied.
“A terrible way to die, isn’t it?” Sam began slowly walking, pacing back and forth across the floor. “They recovered you in time, but only for you to die the moment you fell into the frozen chamber. Of course, it’s one problem of many. But, in this instance, I can control it ... lessen it here ... provide relief to your suffering.”
Sam lifted his hand as the noise came to an abrupt end. For a second or two, Theron could already feel the relief in the void and his head.
“The safety you feel is only temporary,” Sam continued. “You see, Theron ... I like you. You never gave up and showed great resilience in saving Gemma. But, as they say, ‘No good deed goes unpunished.’ Such a selfless act in saving the girls, only to watch as you betray your own body ... it shrivels away ... like the rest of you, mortals. Death is easy, quick or slow, with no care in who it chooses.”
“I did what had to be done,” Theron said.
“As you did. In the end, it’ll only expedite your demise. Even now, I’m doing what I can to slow down your degradation, but I can help you...”
Sam paused as the hint of a smirk could be seen in the old man’s face. Theron sensed an evil presence in this individual. It was faint, but what he said was the truth. It got down to the final question he could ask.
“Fine...,” Theron said. “What can you do to help me?”
“Simple,” Sam explained. “I can extend your life, for your immortal soul.”
“Heh...,” Theron almost laughed. “You can’t be serious...”
Sam turned to look at Theron. His hand lifted up as the screeching sound began to increase. Immediately, Theron felt as if his head was going to burst. It caused him to cringe as Sam moved his fingers a little bit.
“You doubt me?” Sam asked him.
“I still don’t know who you really are,” Theron replied as he began to cringe a little bit.
“You know me quite well, Mr. Theron. There are many names for who I am.”
Was he really implying that he was the devil somehow? Perhaps some servant of evil? Theron had a hard time believing it, despite the efforts that Sam was making to keep the screeching noise from consuming the void of his mind.
“Stop,” Theron told him. “I’m listening to you. I just ... have a hard time believing it.”
“I understand, Mr. Theron,” Sam calmly explained as he put his hands behind his back. “I myself have a hard time with the fact that I’ve been brought here. Out of all the places, I essentially landed here ... away from my intended destination. One such as myself, never confronts the forces of... ‘good’ without a contingency plan.”
“If you really are the ‘Devil,’ then why not just take my body?”
Sam lightly waved his finger. “You’ve used your three questions. But, since the previous question still leads to this inevitable truth, then so be it. You’re dying right now. The only hope is to freeze your body like the rest of them. Little do they know that 14% will still die regardless of treatment ... at least until they can further their research. You might be one of those victims, Mr. Theron. The fact is that I need a body to continue my existence.”
“What would you gain by...?”
“So tempted to know what I would do with you, would you? No ... I’m not giving you the answer you seek. What I would do with your body is my business. Like you, I seek answers ... meet those that control you ... perhaps, ... rule over them as they so desire...”
Theron gave a confused look at him. “I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”
“Nor would you ... at least not yet. But I offer a trade. I’ll extend your life ... your mind will remain intact. A ... miracle will take place. You’ll live as I rule your body. I can do anything I wish for as long as you live.”
Immediately, the answer seemed to be an obvious no, but Sam was true about Theron’s condition. Even now, the void was the last place that remained intact when it came to his mind. He wondered where the good angel was to help him, convince him that Sam was evil.
“Think carefully, Mr. Theron,” Sam explained with a sinister smile. “If I leave, you’ll die. There is no avoiding the madness that is consuming you. You’ve seen the world as it’s become. There is no escape from what Earth and the mortals that choose to do with it. But what is one soul truly worth these days? You have one decision to make,” his eyes turned red. “What do you feel is more important to you? Live or die, it is a simple one to choose...”
“You’re the devil ... at least the devil as my mind makes it to be...,” Theron said.
Sam remained quiet as Theron was left to his own thoughts. There seemed to be a hint of swirling energy that flowed around Sam. It felt as if he grew very heavy, as if the weight of an entire civilization sat around him. How was unknown, but whatever the decision was going to be, it would be extremely important. The decision remained obvious to him.
“No...,” Theron said. “I refuse to give myself to you. Better to die free than a slave to your whims.”
“Are you sure about that?” Sam calmly asked him, unfazed by his answer. “If you only knew the truth of what’s truly happening to you.”
“I know enough. Whether you’re real or not, I’ve been a salesman long enough to know when to spot a scam. You say that you’d extend my life? For what? Days? Years? What about the other way? You don’t save me, I still might survive this anyway. Sure, I might be one of the unlucky ones, but I’ve been facing that ever since this world fell to hell anyway.”
“Is that your final answer?”
“No deal ... not in a million years.”
Sam’s eyes turned back to normal as the swirling energy behind him remained. Theron pictured Sam being disappointed and angry that he didn’t give in to his demands.
“I don’t know what you were expecting from this,” Theron continued. “What? That I would just say ‘sure,’ like you wanted my permission to take my body? That I would...”
“Heh ... ha, ha, ha,” Sam produced a slow, hard laugh as the sinister tone remained. However, he grew severe in tone almost instantly before the laugh quickly faded.
“Huh?” Theron remarked, surprised to see Sam’s reaction.
“You poor fool,” Sam continued. “I almost wanted you to say no ... you could have done much by saying yes to my offer. I know less about the Venermax, what they’re capable of, but I can see that their resources are significant enough.”
“The Vener-what? Who? What are you talking about?”
“They truly are incredible in their powers, aren’t they?” Sam remarked as he turned to look away. “Now that I delved deep enough into your actual memories, I can see why the mythics choose to leave Earth behind, create their new ... paradise. Meanwhile, the mortals encounter new civilizations, new races, new powers that can be tapped into. In the end, my original plan resides. I know where my true destination is...”
“I still don’t understand where this is going, what you’re trying to get at.”
“Nor would you,” Sam said. “In the end, it truly doesn’t matter. You won’t remember any of this when you wake up ... assuming you ever wake up at all ... in the end, you may have very well doomed you and your friends by the simple choice alone.”
It was true. Theron knew that the void, the memories were different here, but when he woke up, the memories here would be non-existent. He cared little about the empty threat that this ... creature held.
“I’m not changing my mind,” Theron told him. “I want Gemma to be happy. I’ve done my part for her.”
“You keep thinking that way...,” Sam said as the swirling energy began to become more visible. It almost appeared to be that of a vortex, like that of a black hole that was ready to consume the final light that appeared in the void around Theron.
Sam’s eyes turned red again. “Perhaps, I may still do something, though,” he told Theron. “Never leave a wasted opportunity behind...”
The old man walked forward and raised his hand toward Theron. Theron, however, swatted at the hand as Sam quickly countered with his other hand, producing a crack of thunder that filled the air. It was so powerful that Theron’s arms became useless.
Suddenly, Sam pressed his finger to Theron’s temples. It produced a screeching pain, almost as if he was being burned alive. Even Sam’s fingers turned red hot.
“Engh...,” Theron reacted in pain.
“Shhh...,” Sam hushed him. “Something to remember when you actually wake up and see them. Consider it an ... afterthought ... something, a small spark that you’ll pass along when you fulfill the role of the chosen one to the civilization that lies before you.” Sam stepped close to face Theron’s ear.
“Tell the New Olympians,” Sam explained with happiness in his tone. “That Samael has finally found it, a paradise to call home ... the new Cataclysm, a body to rule with my new and grand army of the damned. With it, any mortal, the New Olympians will lie in ruin ... all will know his name ... Watch as they continue to do nothing, but let the mortals continue their pitiful wars as they’ve always done ... it will only be their undoing...”
With that, Sam pulled his thumb away from Theron as a small burned spot remained in his temple. With that, the old man turned to walk away, heading towards the glowing vortex that lay ahead.
Theron said nothing as he watched the figure. A set of gray angelic wings appeared behind the old man as he turned into a more youthful appearance, that of a man of Theron’s age. The tuxedo quickly melted away to turn into a set of armor, and a sword in a scabbard remained on his belt. As he walked, he left a trail of burning embers that quickly burned out. He stepped into the vortex to disappear forever.
Instead, Theron watched in horror as the screeching sound began to intensify. He placed his hands over his ears in desperation to stop it.
Suddenly, three red serpentine burning eyes opened in the center of the vortex. The pattern was set where the top one resided above the center of the pair below it. They were eyes that Theron remembered before. They turned down to look at him, staring at him with a deep and utterly intense gaze.
Deathly silence as the sound of rubbing metal remained. It was so loud, with a word that translated and echoed in his mind.
“Food ... More food...”
“No...,” Theron replied.
“FOOD, MORE FOOD!”
“NOOO!” the man exclaimed as he fought with all his might.
Thunderbolts filled the void. The black hole that stood before him was slowly vanishing in front of him, disappearing into nothingness.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light. It was everywhere, blinding, causing the man to collapse to the ground ... snow began to fill the area, growing colder and colder...
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