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The Neon Avenger
By L.D.Gliddon
If you are reading this then I'm about
to share with you what some may consider as an honour, the truth and secrets of
the man behind the mask of a legend.
My name was Adrian Roseman. I use the
word “was” because it is not my surname anymore. I had to change it to protect
my family and I will not disclose the one I use now (or my exact location) for
obvious reasons. I was also known by another name. Let’s go back and start at
the time where my little bubble of a life was about to pop and open my world to
things I never thought were possible on that stormy night when my life changed
forever.
I had been working late at my
electronics repair shop. Ever since I was a child I had always loved taking
things apart and trying to repair them. It seemed like the right career to
follow as it suited me perfectly. It used to drive my father crazy when I would
take the television remote apart, one of the few fond memories in my life.
Anyway as I said I was working late
repairing an old video recorder for a regular customer of mine, Thomas. He was
one of those people who didn’t like change and was really set in his ways and
when I say set I mean in stone. He would bring his outdated faulty electronics
to me and I would repair them for him free of charge. I didn't mind as he was
getting on a bit and I could never bring myself to charge him. He passed away a
long time ago of old age.
I remember the roar of the thunder that
night in the workshop, it sounded like the gods were at war. I don’t know if
the battle had been won but there was a flash of blue light and an almighty
bang, as if the final blow had been landed. All the lights went out and my
heart was in my throat. I stumbled through the darkness and made my way to the
outdoor generator.
The generator, or what was left of it,
was completely fried. It looked like a bomb had gone off. I wondered if the
flash I saw was a bolt of lightning and if it had hit the generator, but
strangely around the generator were these tiny blue crystals. I didn’t know
what to make of it at the time. I had planned on phoning the fire department to
be safe but I had left my phone in the workshop. As I made my way back through
the pitch black shop I noticed a blue light coming from the workshop.
I opened the door to find the
electronics equipment, what can only be described as, glowing. They were also
giving off a kind of humming sound as if they were alive and singing. In a way
it was quite beautiful to witness. At first only the equipment that was plugged
into the mains was affected but as the glow shone across the room all the
electronics began to glow and join the choir, so to speak.
So there I was in the middle of the workshop
surrounded by this orchestra of light, when all of a sudden I began to feel a
tingly sensation all over my body. I noticed that the hair on my arms was
standing up and I could feel the hair on my head starting to rise. Suddenly the
humming got louder and louder the light got brighter and brighter, it was
blinding to look at. The humming got so loud I thought my head was going to
explode, something was about to happen and I didn’t plan on waiting round to
find out. I tried to make my way to the exit but the light was so bright I
couldn’t keep my eyes open. Then it happened the glow consumed me and my
metamorphosis or rebirth if you will took place.
The next thing I remember was waking up
on the workshop floor with the sun in my eyes. It was morning. All the
equipment, except Thomas's video recorder, was destroyed (which I only found
amusing sometime after). The equipment looked and smelt burnt. Luckily the only
customer’s item I had in the workshop shop at time was Thomas's video recorder.
I gave myself a check over and apart from being shook up I appeared to be fine.
Then the deafening sound hit me. I can
only describe it as when you’re tuning a radio and it makes that frequency
changing sound. It was like that but ten times louder. I stumbled out the side
exit into the back alley.
I closed my eyes so tight, praying for the
noise to stop. I could hear car and nearby shop alarms going off. The street
light at the end of the alley exploded. All of a sudden it just stopped and
there was silence.
The strange part was the image that appeared
in my head. It was so vivid, like looking at a photograph. I could see in the
image the back of a man standing in an alley, as if I was above him. Then the
shock, the man was me. I remember thinking at the time that I was having an
outer body experience. I raised my left arm and could see myself move from
above, then I opened my eyes and everything was back to normal. I turned around
and looked up and there on the wall was a security camera. I wondered if I had
somehow been looking through that camera, by this point I was freaked out so I
just drifted home like a zombie. I remember my mind and body being so drained;
I literally passed out.
I awoke the next day to find I had
slept almost 24 hours. The events of that night had really taken it out of me.
I sat on the sofa thinking how on earth I was going to explain the damage to the
shop to the insurance company when the television switched on. I assumed I was
sitting on the remote control but there it was on the coffee table. It was
raining out so I thought maybe somehow that affected the television. It must
have been the rain hitting the window which got me thinking of the weather,
which then lead to the television changing to the weather channel. This got me
thinking. So I started to think about the news, nothing particular just the
word news and again the channel changed, this time to the news channel.
There were reports all over the news
about a blue light shooting across the sky the previous night. I remembered the
blue crystals I had seen by the generator, I wondered if they were some sort of
meteorite fragments. It wasn’t long before my shock had turned into excitement
and curiosity. I had always been obsessed with comic book superheroes. Even as
a kid I had tried to move objects with my mind.
I spent the next week experimenting. I would
turn the radio on with my mind, think of a specific station, and it would tune
to it. I could make phone calls just by thinking it. I felt like a little kid
again. I could operate anything electronic with my mind.
After a couple of days it became second
nature to me. I barely did anything manually anymore—it was all with my mind. I
can’t explain it but I felt that I understood the electronics and they
understood me, we were one and the same. I had to control my emotions though, I
remember I caught my toe on the coffee table and in my anger I blew up my cd
player.
I returned to work to hang a closed for
maintenance sign, when I got to the generator there were no crystals to be
found and there were tire tracks leading away from the scene. The next day two military
men knocked my door and asked if I had seen anything out of the ordinary at the
workshop. I lied to them and said I was not working that night because of a
stomach bug. I also said my generator had been damaged in the storm and I was
in the process of replacing it. I really played the dumb act with them. They
left without any hassle.
I had contacted Thomas a couple days after and
explained to him I was having some renovation work done in the shop. He was
just happy to see his video recorder working. I decided to return to the alley
by my workshop again. I was curious.
There I was in the alley, standing
below the security camera, I know how it sounds but I could feel its presence.
I closed my eyes and concentrated and just like before the birds eye image of
the alley appeared. It was amazing I was looking through the camera lens. I
heard a rustling sound and there down by the dumpster was a little rat. I could
just make it out. I stared at him trying to make out what he was eating and
then something happened. I thought I had been shrunk somehow because the rat
was now a giant. It was terrifying for a second and then realized the camera
had just zoomed in.
I opened my eyes and laughed. After the
last week of experiences this experience had almost seemed normal but I use the
word “almost”, because it was far from it. My next discovery would happen when
I returned to work. I had to dip into my savings to buy a new generator and
replace equipment. I wanted to keep the whole event a secret.
After I had reopened the shop my first
customer wanted me to take a look at his television. I was in the workshop
ready to dismantle it when I had a feeling. As I said before I felt one and the
same with the electronics. I knew where to find the problem like the television
had told me but not in words, in feeling. I could repair things twice as fast
now. The month had been a rollercoaster of emotions and a journey of discovery
and training to control these abilities.
I had always been a loner. I grew up in
a small town and didn’t have any friends. When I’d get home from school I would
go straight to my fathers shed and play with the old electronic junk that had
been thrown out.
That was where I was my happiest. Even
at such a young age I was trying to learn how the electronics worked and how to
fix them. I was an only child and both my parents were tragically killed in a
car accident when I was 12. It was nobody’s fault. It was just a bad snow storm
which caused them to lose control of the car. I always think about them when it
snows.
Anyway my aunty raised me until I was
18 then I took my savings and moved to Circuit City. And it wasn’t the name
that attracted me to this city, I moved here because this was the place to be
for the top electronics and gadgets and so best place to open an electronics
repair shop. My aunty was a nice quiet lady who was firm with me but I could
talk to her about anything. I used to drive her crazy when I took her electronics
apart. She never married nor had children, so I was like the son she never had.
She passed away a long time ago and was the last of my family.
As I said I was a loaner and spent most
of my time in the workshop or at home. My only enjoyment and weakness was
making a few bets downtown. Every Saturday I would spend a couple of hours
there betting on the horse racing, trying my luck at the scratch cards and of
course the city lottery. My luck was poor but I loved the excitement of
possibly winning a fortune and changing my life.
My dream was to get enough money
together, move out of the city and build a house in the country side. If the
right girl came along in the future, start a family and grow old on a rocking
chair. It had become a dream that just didn’t seem likely anymore. The streets had become a war zone with the
rival gangs and gun runners. I hadn't been a casino with all that had been
happening in my life so I decided to go one Saturday to get back some normality
in my life.
My luck was as poor as usual but I felt
like my old self again. They had an electronic roulette machines but instead of
numbers they had colors. I picked my favorite color, blue, three times in a row.
As my luck was, three times in a row it landed on everything but blue. I was
about to walk away when I got an overwhelming urge. It was too tempting to
resist I sat back down and picked blue again I focused on the machine and
willed it to land on blue and to my delight it did five times in a row.
It was so exhilarating to win a small
bundle of cash but this was just small change. The greed had consumed me and I
knew the big money was in the uptown casino. I could have used my power on a
cash machine and made it pay out but there was more risk involved. The casino
was the place to go. I planned to go the following Friday night. With these
abilities I could walk out a millionaire.
Friday night arrived and the only thing
on my mind was the casino and all the money I was going to win. I rented a
tuxedo to really look the part; little did I know the events that waited for me
that evening.
When I was getting ready to leave home a
breaking news report flashed on the television. There were scientists talking
about a discovery that they had made. There they were in the scientist’s lab,
the blue crystals I had seen. They must have taken them from my shop yard. The
scientists explained that the crystals were not of this earth and entered our
atmosphere like a meteor. They were conducting an experiment in which they
placed a television in a room with them and run an electrical current through
the crystals. The television switched on and began to flash violently and smoke
until it eventually burned out.
Those
same scientists would later explain that the crystals were too unstable to
control. After years of studying them they eventually faded out and were not
heard of. There were rumors that the military had been using them against their
enemies.
Somehow they had changed me, when they hit my
generator and had a massive surge of energy through them. That unworldly energy
must have then travelled into the workshop through the mains and eventually
into me. That was the only explanation I could come up with then and still to
this day.
The only thing on my mind was money so
I left. I was making my way to the casino on foot because I had never owned a
car and can you imagine me turning up in a tuxedo on my bicycle.
I had just walked past an alley when I
heard voices coming from it, I was just curious I guess so I had a look. It was
dark but I could see three people standing under a street lamp; an elderly
well-dressed man and woman and another younger man who was wearing a green
bandana—a member of the Virus gang. The gang member hit the man to the floor
and I heard him say that he wanted their money and jewelry.
This was nothing special in the city.
I checked my watch because I didn’t
want to get to the casino late. I was at a crossroad decision, with the casino
one way and the alley the other. Down one road was the opportunity to win money
and change my life and the other led to possible harm to me or even a one way
ticket to the afterlife. That’s the way I looked at it anyway.
I decided to go with the money road; it
wasn’t my problem or my business. That kind of thing was exactly why I wanted
the money to leave the city and find a quiet village to live. Not a day goes by
where I don’t wish I could go back and change that decision.
I had only walked to the end of the road when
I heard it, the laser bolt being fired and the chilling scream that travelled
from the alley, down the road and up my spine. That sound has haunted me to
this day, my whole body felt paralyzed like waking from a terrifying nightmare.
I had to get to that alley, I dug deep and with all my will I forced my legs to
move and then run.
When I got there the woman was crouched
over the man and hysterical, he had been shot and hurt pretty bad. I phoned an
ambulance and managed to keep the woman calm until it arrived—even though I was
far from calm myself. My head was spinning and I just had to get the thug
responsible.
I ran up the alley and the next four
streets but I was running blind he could have been anywhere by now. I wondered
around like a lost puppy and tortured myself as I walked with guilt. With my
abilities I could have at least tried to help. All of a sudden my foot caught
something; an empty wallet. It was lying at the entrance to an alley which led
behind an old closed down cinema. I thought it could have been the wounded
man’s wallet; I had to have a look in the alley to see if the thug was there.
I made my way cautiously down the dark
alley, my hands were shaking and my knees were trembling but I had to keep
moving deeper into the darkness. Then in the distance I could just make out a
silhouette and as I got closer it became clearer with every short nervous step
I took that, it was the thug. He was counting the money that he must have
stolen from the man he’d shot. I paused and stood dead still and I remember realizing
that I had no idea what I was going to do now that I’d found him.
I crouched low beside a dumpster and
reached for my phone ever so slowly and tried to breathe as quiet as possible.
I was terrified of being heard and I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard
a squeak beside me. There was a rat right next to me and I’m positive it was
the same rat from the alley by my workshop. Its beady eyes stared at me for
what felt like forever and then he darted off like a bullet and knocked a metal
pole over which had been leaning against the wall. My heart literally jumped
into my throat when the thug yelled, “Who’s there?”
I could hear him coming. I assumed he
would have seen me crouching so I thought that I would stand a better chance
against him if I stood up. By now he was close enough to see me and pointing a
laser pistol at me.
He just chuckled and said, “Two paydays
in one night” and demanded my wallet. I never carried one so I just said that I
didn’t have one, I knew then I was done for. So there I was in this dark
stinking alley, looking down the barrel of this weapon and faced with the grim
reaper, when I felt it.
As I mentioned before with the security
camera, I could feel electronic presence. Of course the gun was electronic. I
didn’t have time before his finger was going to squeeze the trigger. I focused
all my power and will on destroying the pistol and it erupted with a fiery
energy and fried. The thugs face was burned and he collapsed. His name was
Zyrus. From that day our destiny’s had been intertwined.
Anyway I phoned the police and
explained to them about the thug robbing and shooting the man and that I had
witnessed him at the scene. When the police and medical services arrived I told
them that the laser weapon must have malfunctioned and somehow overloaded. They
just said how lucky I was not to be hurt or worse. I asked the medics if they
knew how the man who was shot was doing. They told me he was taken to the city
hospital but they didn’t know what condition he was in. I felt compelled to
find out if he was ok.
I remember walking down the hospital
corridor and seeing the woman from the alley who turned out to be his wife. The
doctor had just finished talking to her. I will never forget the look on her
face it was as if you could see her heart breaking; a shattered empty shell of
what was once a love-filled heart. That look will never leave me; it’s what
drove my quest of justice.
The man had died on the operating
table, another victim of this violent war zone of a city and also my victim. If
I had intervened immediately I could have prevented this tragedy and the woman
would still have a husband. But I was more concerned with money, greed, and the
casino. I have to live with that decision for the rest of my life.
Even with my witness testimony Zyrus
only got 3 years, for taking a man’s life. He ended up only doing half that
time. The cities justice system was a corrupt joke. I got a life sentence and
by that I mean a lifetime of guilt and a lifetime of protecting the innocent.
If I wasn’t too old now, then I would still put on the suit.
I watched over the woman for a few
years until she eventually passed away herself. I don’t think she wanted to
live after her husband’s death. I always kept my distance, I didn’t deserve her
friendship. She was my reminder of why I lived those separate lives and why I
used my power for good and justice.
After that day in court, and that
verdict the judge cast, I was tipped over the edge. I was out for justice on
every crook in the city but first I needed a place to plan and to build and
create my alter ego. My house wasn’t big enough so I was going to need a lot of
money and I knew just where to get it. This time the money was for a meaningful
purpose. I closed the repair shop down for good and gathered what money I had.
I hit the casino the next night and walked out with six figures. Now I had the
money, next I needed the place.
After scouting so many properties I
came across an old abandoned mansion out in the woods, it was perfect. The wine
cellar was huge—perfect for my training room and lair if you will. I had
private contractors to renovate the inside and install the most high tech
security system money could buy.
My training was ready to begin. I spent
months training my body and building muscle, but more importantly my mind which
was the key to my powers.
I didn’t sleep much, as I would have
the same nightmare most nights. It would be of me walking down the hospital
corridor again but this time after the doctor had finished talking to the
woman, he would point at me. Then the woman would clutch her chest as if she
was having a heart attack. At the end I would see her and her husband’s headstones
dripping with blood.
One winter I was on a training exercise in the
woods when I heard a man cry out. By the time I got there it was too late and I
could see the gang in the distance running off. They had beaten a man and left
him for dead. He was in a bad way and unconscious. I could see he was no harm
to anyone, just another unprovoked vicious attack by those heartless thugs. I
carried him to the house and bandaged his wounds; he looked and smelt like he
hadn't bathed for weeks or a haircut and shave for just as long.
He was in and out of consciousness for days.
Eventually he woke and started eating to regain his strength. He told me his
name was Noah and he was homeless. He had been looking for a place to sleep in
the woods when the gang attacked him. I asked if he had any family but he did
not. I told him he was to stay as long as he needed. He couldn’t believe how
someone could help him the way that I did. Noah was a lot older than me and in
time he became like a father to me.
I spent my days training in the cellar
while Noah found his feet upstairs and regained his strength. We would spend
the evenings playing chess, and each night we would open up a past wound to
share. Noah's wife and daughter were murdered when their house was burgled by a
gang of thugs. Noah was working away on business; he blamed himself for never
being there and working too much. After the funeral he walked away from his job
and his home and had been living on the streets ever since.
After hearing his story and how
personal and emotional it was, I decided to share my story. If he could be that
open with me then he was worthy to hear it. When I had finished I had to give
him a demonstration. I must admit he took it pretty well, he just held his
cross which he wore around his neck and said it was the lords doing.
I invited him down to the cellar and I shared
my vision with him of cleaning up the city one gangster at a time. He had never
got justice for his family and wanted the streets clean as bad as me. Noah and
I were discussing one day about what I could wear to protect my body when I was
ready hit the streets.
Noah told me his grandfather had been a
sculptor and he had taught him all the techniques to mold and sculpt. With the
money I had I could obtain the Kevlar that we decided to use and he could make a
suit. He took all my measurements and made a mold of my head for the mask.
He spent many days and nights working
on it. I remember the day he called me to the cellar to see it, I couldn't
believe what he had created. It was so powerful to look at. The whole suit was
a dark blue and on the sleeves and legs he had inlaid a pattern of green
circuit boards.
The mask had the same pattern on the
back and it even had a cape but I felt something was missing. I came up with
the idea of attaching blue neon lights through the legs, arms, and chest armor.
I didn’t need a power supply since I could use my power to light them.
The first time I put it on I felt like
one of the comic book superheroes I had admired as a child. I lit the neon
lights and Noah just stared at me. He said your enemies will see the light
before you judge them, he was biblical like that. I bought a motorcycle, spray
painted dark blue, stenciled the green circuit board pattern on to it and attached
blue neon lights to it.
After all my training I was finally ready.
I remember my first patrol. I must have looked like a ball of light entering
the city. It seemed so scriptural, the light coming into the dark corrupt city.
I’ll never forget my first patrol because it was the night I met her.
I was staying in the shadows and searching the
alleys for trouble when I could see a flower stall across the street. There
were three virus gang members and her. She defined the meaning of beauty. The
closer I got the more beautiful she became. The gang was giving her trouble and
I could see that two of them laser pistols.
I could also sense that each of them
was carrying a cell phone. So using my power I sent them all a message. It read
“your time is up” and I short circuited their weapons. Flashing my neon’s once;
they saw me and stared with a dumbfounded look. It was time after all the
training—I was ready to emerge from shadows.
I lit up my suit and stepped out to
face them. My body fuelled with adrenaline. I loved it. I only got about
halfway across the street when they ran as fast as they could in the opposite
direction. I must have looked pretty scary.
I walked to the flower stall to ask the girl
if she was ok. She told me she was fine as she stared into my soul with her
enchanting eyes. As I walked away she told me her name was Maggie, I paused and
the only thing I could think of saying was, “I’m Neon”.
The next night I used a plastic rose and
attached some fiber optic neon lights to its frame. I stood around the corner
of the flower shop and gave a passing kid some money to take the flower to her.
When she held it, I used my power and lit it up for her and she gave such a
beautiful smile, it melted me. My anger and bitterness seemed to fade when I
looked at her. She must have heard my bike as I drove off because when I looked
in the mirror she was standing in the street. We both still talk about that
after all these years and she still has the plastic rose. From then on, every
patrol night at the same time I would drive home past her flower stall, just to
get a glimpse of her.
One night after about two weeks of this I was
driving down the street where her flower stall was. I was later than usual
because it had been a busy patrol and in the distance there she was, waiting on
the pavement. She knew I’d be coming and I didn’t have much time to decide what
I should do. There was something about this girl; I had to go for it.
I pulled up beside her and she said in a
casual way, “you’re late Neon”. I kept looking forward and just smiled. Then I
swallowed my nerves and asked, “Wanna ride?” She got on my bike and put her
arms around me, she probably could feel my heart pounding through my suit. I
was so nervous. “What am I doing?” I thought. It was too dangerous to be around
me, yet I couldn’t help myself.
I had never had a girl in my life; I
was too wrapped up in my own bubble. She was special though and had a piece of
my heart. I was powerless to do anything about it. We glided around the city
like a shooting star, it was magical. When I dropped her back at the stall she
told me it had been an amazing ride. Before I could reply, two police cars
raced past me and I had to follow. I shot off like a lightning, later realizing
I had not said goodbye.
After about a week of patrolling the word of
my presence had spread like wildfire and the newspapers came up with the name
The Neon Avenger, I liked it.
On the anniversary of my parent’s death
and I wanted to get some flowers to take to the cemetery. Normally Noah would run
errands like that but he wasn’t well. I had to go as Adrian and not The Neon
Avenger, which I hadn’t done for a while. I felt vulnerable and naked without
my armor and extremely nervous because I knew I would see Maggie when I got the
flowers. I grabbed the keys to the truck I had bought for Noah and headed out.
Before I turned the corner to the flower stall
I built up the courage as if I was going into battle and took a deep breath. I
walked around the corner and the courage melted away when I saw her. I
nervously walked up to the stall and asked her for some roses. I was half
expecting to her to call me Neon because that’s who I was when we were
together. She asked me if the flowers were for someone special and I said yes
shyly. I explained they were for my mother as they were her favorite and how
she joked that was the reason she married my father because his surname was
Roseman.
We both shared a moment of laughter. I said
how I placed them once a year on my parent’s headstones. She found this depressing.
She related how her mother had passed away when she was little and her father
had passed a year ago. I felt a deep connection to her as she too had lost loved
ones like me.
I spent months getting to know her and
falling in love. I must have spent a fortune on flowers before I had the
courage to ask her out on a date.
In the other part of my life, I was
planning a way to find out who the puppeteer was pulling the strings on this
virus gang. One night I followed two virus gang members to see if they would
lead to me to their boss. They took me to a warehouse at the docks where I
managed to climb undetected to the roof. There I could see inside through a
high window.
There was about fifty gang members
gathered around wooden crates. Then a black limo entered the warehouse. When
the scarred face emerged from the limo my blood ignited and began boiling, it
was Zyrus. I learned later he had made some connections in prison and he was
now the boss of the virus gang. I had an effect on his fate and he had affected
mine. They opened the crates and inside was full of packets of white power,
drugs.
There was too many of them to take on
but I couldn’t control my emotions. I got so angry I blew all the power in the
warehouse, I could hear them panicking because they thought it was a raid. I
was about to blow the window out and jump down into the center of all them but
to my surprise I could hear sirens and helicopters. The police were actually
doing their job for once. The gang members were scattering in all directions
but I wanted Zyrus. The limo shot out of the warehouse like a bullet and I
almost dove at it but I heard Zyrus’s voice down by the boats, the limo was a
decoy.
I got there as fast as I could but I
was too late, he was on a speed boat leaving and was out of range for my power
to blow the electronics on the boat. I lit up my suit so he could see me and
screamed his name. I pushed it so hard the neon lights on my suit blew. It had
begun, a tale as old as time. Good versus evil and only one could remain
standing; the rest they say is history.
So that’s my story, the parts that are
important to me anyway. If I was to write down every battle I had, I would be
writing until the day I died. However there is a happy ending because after all
the years of battles with Zyrus and the scars I picked up along the way. I’m
now writing this, sitting here at our country house on my rocking chair. With
the sweet smell of Maggie’s cooking lingering—who is still as beautiful as she
ever was.
Our beautiful baby boy Noah playing at
my feet trying to take the television remote apart. I named him after a truly
great man. I have to say it’s been one hell of a ride on the rollercoaster of
life but I’m finally living my dream.
If you’re wondering what happened to
Zyrus—well I can’t go into detail because of my son, but let’s just say in the
final showdown only one of us was left standing and only one of us could tell
the tale.
As I come to final chapter in my life
and the remainder of my powers fade away. Life still has more shocks in store
for me. Because when baby Noah has a crying fit all the power at our home blows
out. The legacy of the Neon Avenger will live on.
The End… for now
About the Author;
L.D.Gliddon has always had a wild imagination and dreams
of the unreal every night. His passion is anything related to superheroes.
Thank you for reading! If your need for need more high
flying adventures make sure check out Wonder Boy by Charles Martin and WillWeinke!
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