It Takes Time <To Be Properly Taken Apart> - Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Chapter Length: 7,100~ wordsUnscientific Testing
"Alright! So!" Raqi held her tablet up towards Punica with note-taking intent. "The first rule of science is that it isn't science if you don't write things down! Therefore, it is necessary that we record our doings as we go about doing them. Also it's just generally more fun that way and gives you something to look back on when you're done, which is neat." Punica had not stopped radiating nervousness in the time it had taken Raqi to acquire her tablet and fiddle around trying to get the note-taking app she preferred (which apparently normally required a fleetnet connection for some reason) to work. "Raqi, I am still not sure about this. What, exactly, do you plan on us doing?" Raqi held the tablet in one hand, and kept her other hand poised against the screen and ready to start tapping away. "Well, first off, we need to get an idea of what the phenomenon you're experiencing actually is, and like, what its qualities are. So, to start off with: Do you feel as if you're being influenced by me right now?" "I... have no idea?" Punica's voice was filled with confusion and hesitation. "I do not believe so, although..." She was loathe to admit it, but she was starting to find the excitement radiating off of the girl somewhat infectious. "I suppose I may be, by a small amount." "'Mkay." Raqi nodded. "How is the influence manifesting? Like, how can you tell that it's happening?" "I am currently feeling emotions that I do not think I ordinarily would in this situation." For some reason, Punica felt remarkably like pouting. There was something almost infantilising about the way Raqi was treating her right now; she wasn't sure if it was her callous disregard for her nervousness, or the girl's gung-ho aura, but this entire situation just felt silly in a way that she did not normally think of herself as being partial to. "Okay. So, you're basing that off of knowledge of yourself and how you normally react to things, I presume?" "Yes, that is correct." "Gotcha. And are there any like, accompanying mental or physical qualia that might serve as tells for this?" "I am not entirely sure what you mean by that." "Like, do you feel any different? Do the unnatural emotions feel like they're not 'yours' in any way, when you look closely at them?"
Raqi was making no attempt to suppress the glee in her demeanour as she continued experimenting with Punica. Oh, I missed doing this so much. It's been so long since I got to do some actual wacky psychology shit like this! Her mind was filled with a sense of giddy, almost childlike elation, and she kept feeling like bursting out into a grin. Ugh, this is what I missed about being plural. The feeling of weird stuff that you had no idea how it worked, and it was just you and whoever else, using nothing but common sense and whatever limited knowledge you had between you to try and figure out how to do stuff... She couldn't stop from letting out a dreamy sigh when she thought Punica wasn't looking.
Fuck, I really do wish I'd never gotten out of the habit of this. Those two weeks we spent learning to switch were the most fun I've had in my life... All the headaches we got from trying to figure out how to do it; the way ████████ first responded when we finally figured it out. She could still remember the first time her mother had walked into the room while ████████ had been in control of the body. ████████ had just stared blankly at her with her mouth half-open, having not yet figured out how to talk with the body, and had needed to switch out as fast as possible to let Raqi deal with it. And all the times she nearly fell over when she stood up, because she couldn't keep our legs tensed... uuuughhhh, it was so magical. I would give *anything* to feel that again.
This really did feel wrong, for reasons that Punica could not at all pin down. Why do I feel almost as if she is playing with me...? This is- Ugh. Reluctantly, she did as Raqi suggested, and focused in on the sense of excitement that was still firmly embedded within her core. She felt a stubborn urge to collect every positive emotion she was currently experiencing and group them all up as 'not her emotions', but she knew that doing so risked jumping to hasty conclusions, and so forced herself to remain focused on just the excitement for now.
On a qualitative level, there was actually something unusual about the emotion, now that Punica examined it. It did, in fact, feel somewhat alien; there was a distinct sense that it originated from somewhere outside of her self. Not specifically from outside of her mind as a whole, but just that it belonged to something other than the usual place from which her emotions stemmed.
"They do feel somewhat foreign, when I look closely at them," Punica spoke. "Ooh. Neat!" Raqi began tapping down notes on the tablet. "So, presuming that they're coming from me: Is there any way you can tell that on your end?"
If they're anything like ████████'s emotions, they should feel kind of foreign, and like they're coming from 'somewhere else' inside of her head, Raqi thought. ...This is admittedly assuming there are any similarities at all between the experience of having headmates and whatever the fuck is going on here, which, uh... is very very unlikely, especially given she's an affini and not a landamaeri, but hey what the fuck do I know maybe all sophonts experience Weird Plural Shit™ similarly regardless of species? Raqi did not actually believe this was likely, but the thought was amusing.
I do actually wonder to what extent the subjective experience of consciousness differs between species, though. There had been lots of people in the Landamaeri Domestication Guide community who had thought that affini were 'more' sapient than landamaeris. This was not a position Raqi had ever been particularly fond of; primarily just because she didn't like the implications of it for her own existence. More than that, though, it felt unlikely to her; because if the affini really were actually on a higher level of sapience than other sophont species, why were they at all comprehensible to landamaeris? A rabbit couldn't very well understand the actions of a person, but - for all that lots of protagonists in Domestication Guide stories failed to do so - a xenosophont was perfectly capable of understanding an affini; given sufficient time to learn to do so.
With that in mind, I don't think they can be that different to us on a fundamental level. They certainly don't work the same way internally- they're way less prone to dumb shit than we are- but I don't think they're 'inherently beyond us' or anything like that.
Punica focused in even harder. At first, she couldn't sense anything. The emotion felt very much like an ordinary emotion, beyond the sense of being from a foreign source. Eventually, though, it occurred to her to examine the sense of foreignness itself; and it was there that she noticed something interesting. While the emotion was distinctly not hers, it did feel familiar. When she thought about it through the lens of who it was likely to have stemmed from, the reason why became abundantly clear; her mind had no difficulty at all conceptualising the feeling as being one of 'Raqi's feelings.'
This thought lead in turn to a much more startling realisation; Punica had an entire mental library of such emotions. Part of being an affini was that she was able to recall her own feelings at various points in time in great depth, and could choose to relive times in which she had been happy, sad, excited, or felt other emotions with a relatively high degree of accuracy. While this was in no way the same as actually reliving a given experience, as it lacked all other associated portions - such as sight, sound, and other senses - it was nevertheless a useful tool for evaluating her feelings on certain things.
Punica now found that she could remember a vast amount of feelings that, now that she was actually stopping to look for it, were immediately identifiable as not belonging to her. She could remember the excitement which Raqi had felt when Punica had told her to focus on her during the medical examination; the deep embarrassment and discomfort she had felt when she had first needed to strip for Punica; and perhaps strongest of all, the all-consuming terror that had overtaken her when Punica had been about to inject her in the garden. Some of these, she could not even remember being influenced by at the time, but the fact that she had memories of them suggested that she must have been.
"Yes, it does seem like I can," Punica spoke, making no attempt to conceal her surprise. "There is a certain distinct quality - one which I struggle to put words to - that is possessed by all of the emotions which are not 'mine.' Now that I know what it feels like, I can remember a number of times since meeting you when I have felt that way." "Huuuuh. Waow!" Raqi kept tapping away at her tablet, nodding as she went. Then, she stopped. "Wait. 'Distinct quality that you struggle to put words to.'" Her brow furrowed. "Er... Hey, so like, if I were to describe it as a kind of... shapeless feeling that they don't quite 'belong' to you, but like that also has its own sort of- not quite tactile, but, its own sensory identity, a bit as if it was a thing you could interact with even though it doesn't really exist, is it anything like any of that?" The description Raqi had just given was so vague and abstract that Punica was quite certain it should have been entirely meaningless, but she was shocked once again to find that it was in fact remarkably close to how the feeling felt. "Yes, actually. How did you know to suggest that?" "Huh. Surprised that carries over at all between species. " Wow holy shit; that actually turned out to be right??? "Neat, though! Uh, anyway: To answer your question, that's basically what headmate presences-slash-thoughts and feelings feel like for me. They have this sort of 'otherness' to them, where you can sense them and feel that they're distinctly not yours. At the same time, the way in which they aren't yours has its own qualities. In my experience they don't translate very well into words, but they're definitely there. It was really just a long-shot guess, but I wondered if it might be at all similar for you." "Well, if it was indeed just a guess, then it was a very good one." Once again, Punica was impressed by the depth of the xenosophont's knowledge. Were their present positions reversed, and she was trying to help Raqi figure out a strange new experience which was atypical for landamaeris, she was quite certain she would not have been doing nearly this good of a job at it. "The description you gave certainly feels accurate enough for what I am feeling at present. The sensation attached to the foreign emotions is very difficult to put into words, but it feels both strongly as if it is not mine, and also... quite strongly as if it is yours." Now, it was her turn to frown. "I do not understand from where the sense of 'yourness' is deriving from, I- I struggle to explain this even more." Raqi lowered her tablet for a moment. "I might have an idea about that, actually. Remember that thing I did earlier, when I said I reached out towards your headpresence? It's possible that you got a feel for what 'I' feel like when I did that." Punica's vines flailed weakly. "This is so very strange. I really cannot overstate how foreign this all is to me." "It is in fact like that sometimes!" Raqi replied cheerfully. "Don't worry, you get used to it eventually." How is it even possible to get used to something like this...? the affini wondered. "Alright, so to continue with the not-so-educated guessing: I'm presuming that, whatever this is - 'this' being your ability to pick up on my emotions - it's probably got something to do with biorhythms; or, if not actual rhythms- because I don't think emotions are necessarily rhythmic?- then, like, whatever associated sensory capability you have that lets you tune into that sort of thing." Her eyes started flickering around as they did when she was in deep concentration. "So, you said that the upper limit for affini perceptiveness was brain stuff, right? Because like, reading electricity ought to be beyond you; and that's why thoughts are a no-go." "Yes." Punica nodded. "While it would be possible with the right grafts, I lack any such bodily features. None of the sensory organs in my body should be capable of such a feat." "Okay, but like; I don't think we can discount that so quickly. You're doing a thing that you didn't know your species could even do before now, which - no offense meant by this - puts into question how much you know about your own body." She may have meant no offense by it, but quite a bit was taken at the statement by Punica; whose thorns began standing on end with indignity. "Given you said that you can't read my thoughts, we can probably rule out you having developed the ability to read electrical impulses, though," Raqi continued. She swirled her lips around contemplatively. "So, then... Maybe it's an in-between point?" She turned a questioning gaze upon Punica. "Maybe you're just, for some reason, more sensitive to physical tells in other species than most affini are?" "That... could be possible, I suppose?" At the very least, she could think of no reason why it wouldn't be possible. Affini did sometimes experience both physical and neurological divergences, the same as any other species did. It was not a topic she was well familiar with at all, however, and so whether what Raqi was suggesting was truly possible or not was beyond her ability to speculate about. "Presuming that was the case, though..." It was then that Punica had a thought. "Raqi, could you come closer to me, please? I am curious about how distance might affect this." "Oh! That's a really good point, yeah. Your normal biorhythm sense must be better if you're up close, right?" "Yes. Distance directly affects acuity in all senses; and this is true of both an affini's ability to read a sophont's body language, and a sophont's receptiveness to biorhythms." If what she was thinking was true, then she suspected she would find it far easier to read Raqi's emotions the closer she was to the girl. If that is indeed the case, it would explain why I completely lost control at the point when she became nestled against my core. The memory sent a shiver of delight through her core, which she quickly pushed down. Raqi made her way over to Punica. The plant could feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness from her as she closed the distance, which she felt reflected in herself. The xeno stopped a step in front of Punica, turning to look up to her. "Is this close enough?" "That does appear to have made something of a difference, but it is lesser than I had expected." Her leaves rustled. "It could well be that the effect is amplified when I am touching you. Would you allow me to place a vine upon you in order to check?" She felt the blood rushing to Raqi's cheeks even before she saw it that time around; inadvertently confirming that she was indeed more sensitive to how the girl was feeling when up close. "Um, s- sure?" "I will not do anything beyond placing my vine upon you," Punica assured her. "Now. Please hold still for me." She felt Raqi tense bodily in response. There was no need for that, but she supposed it was understandable given the situation; and it did not really get in the way of what she was doing, so she decided against commenting on it. Punica unfurled a vine from her mass and carefully moved it towards Raqi's leg, giving the xenosophont plenty of time to see it coming. She slid the tip of the vine under Raqi's trouserleg, prompting the girl to jolt the moment the vine made contact with her skin- then wrapped it around her leg just above her ankle. Just as she had expected, her connection to Raqi's emotions immediately became much more vivid the moment she made contact. She could tell that at that moment, the girl was experiencing a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment, but also seemed to be terribly excited. Part of the excitement seemed to be representative of what Punica recognised as an intellectual curiosity, but the other part was- Is- Is she finding this arousing? Punica experimentally shifted the tip of her vine just a bit, and the sensation jumped in strength. Several large patches of her foliage abruptly shifted in colour to darker hues, while a number of flowers began blooming all across her form . Oh, Everbloom... I suppose this is indeed rather intimate, from a certain point of view. She tried her utmost not to focus on the sensation, instead keeping her awareness directed at all of the other emotions she was picking up from Raqi. A moment later, she retracted her vine, and the emotions immediately dulled back down to the level they had been earlier. "Alright." She nodded at Raqi. "It is as I thought. Your emotions become much more vividly perceptible to me when we are in direct physical contact." Now that she thought about it, all of the memories she had recalled earlier had been of times she was touching or otherwise in contact with Raqi. With what she now knew about how her emotion-sense worked, it made sense that those would be the first to come to the forefront of her mind. "I see." Raqi nodded back at her. Even with contact broken, she was still aware of the rapid beating of the xenosophont's heart, as well as the way her posture had subtly changed, and how she now kept unconsciously rubbing parts of her skin against each-other. "So, it got stronger when you touched me... But that was just on my leg, and I don't really store my emotions there." There was something in her voice; a mixture of curiosity and bashfulness. "Do you think it'd work better if you... wrapped a vine around my head?" "I... suppose it might well do?" She got the unmistakeable feeling that Raqi wanted very, very badly for her to try that. She hesitated for a moment, some small part of her thinking this might perhaps not be a good idea; but she ultimately couldn't think of any reason why it wouldn't be. "There is no reason why I could not try it. Close your eyes for a moment." Punica took the same vine she had used to wrap around Raqi's leg, and this time, curled it gently around her head. She positioned the appendage just above the xeno's nose, covering her eyes with it akin to a blindfold. Mid-way through doing so, she felt a wave of feedback from the vine so strong that it almost made her stop, and then when she finished- The affini was very glad that Raqi was blindfolded and so could not currently see her, because every flower on her body had just blossomed all at once. For several seconds, Punica could not even move; so strong was the emotional feedback she was receiving. She was forced to remain still and focus on calming herself, finding that she needed to pour all of her willpower into not becoming overwhelmed as she once had before. After a few seconds, she found that she started to get a hold on the sensation, and she gradually found herself succeeding in containing the emotions; keeping them separate enough that she did not fall into them as she had before. Even if she did not let herself be completely taken by them, she was still very much being influenced. Punica found herself sucking her lower lip into her mouth and starting to gnaw lightly upon it, running her tongue over and around the surface to whet it. Is this what being aroused is like for her? If so, then- Dirt and roots, my colleagues were not joking when they said that arousal could be incapacitating in xenosophont species. This is... Punica did not know what being drunk was like, but she had at times heard Terrans draw similarities between states of physical arousal and chemical intoxication. She sucked in air through the space around her core, marveling at how it sent shivers through every piece of foliage that it touched. The leaves all across her body had begun to resonate with a kind of warm tingling sensation that, for reasons she did not quite understand, made her desire physical contact against them. At the same time, her awareness felt like it had abruptly grown narrow and almost hyper-fixated. She was much less aware of the view through her peripheral photoreceptors, and instead, the centre of her focus - which was Raqi - had become crystal clear. They were not wrong to compare this with consuming alcohol, she thought. To her surprise, she found herself letting out a soft giggle as she did. This is indeed reminiscent of being poisoned. Punica did not have any actual first-hand experience with being poisoned, and she wasn't sure how apt such a comparison really was, but it felt accurate in the moment. She supposed that being actually poisoned would also be likely to be less distinctly pleasurable than the state that she found herself in. While some parts of the experience - particularly the tension and dull aching that seemed to be continually building throughout her vines and core - felt as if they ought to have been unpleasant, they somehow were not? She recognised the sensory feedback as being of a variety that should under any other circumstance have been aversive, but right now, she felt no desire for it to stop. How strange. This is such a bizarre sensation... I quite like it. Her lips curled upwards into a smile. Hmm... She was curious what it would feel like to sate the hunger in her leaves, but some part of her mind - one that had not yet fallen entirely under the sway of the psychosomatic toxin afflicting her - told her this would be a very, very bad idea; and that she would probably get completely lost again if she did. That wouldn't do; I don't want to end up going too far again. But I can't just do nothing, either... There must be some sort of middle ground option. And then, she saw it. "Raqi," she spoke, her voice tuned to a playful sing-song pitch, "I have the most ingenious idea." "U-u-uh?" "It is very stupid," she said gleefully, her smile widening even further as she leaned closer. "I think you will like it very much." Oh no. Raqi suddenly felt like she was in an incredible amount of danger. Oh Inos, what the fuck is that tone? What has she done to herself? "Uh. Uh. Uh-" She started squirming under the blindfold, but the moment she did, it tightened around her head; quickly incentivizing her to stay still. "Uh." She heard Punica giggle. "My idea is as follows: I am going to place your head directly up against my core. Seeing as how much better putting my vine around my head let me feel your emotions, it therefore follows that I shall be even more clearly able to feel them with you pressed up right against my centre of neural activity." "W-w-w-wait no, don't do that!" Raqi squawked, flailing her arms back and forth in front of her. "That is like putting my head in a biorhythm microwave; you will fucking cook me if you do that!" "Do not be silly, Raqi! I am not going to microwave your brain!" The xeno felt a floral digit lightly jabbing her in the chest, which caused her to jump again and let out a surprised noise. "I had already thought of that issue. I came very close to accidentally doing that last time, and I do not plan on repeating that mistake. I have something in mind that I think will ensure you do not get at all cooked; not even a light braising." "Uh, that sounds good and all-" Raqi said, speaking very quickly so that she could get her words out before Punica tried whatever she was describing, "-but could you tell me what the 'something' is so I can confirm you yourself have not become fried?" "Certainly, Raqiflower." Raqi felt as if her heart skipped a beat. R-Raqiflower? She bit down hard on her lip. Oh fuck why is that so- Oh Inos. Oh Inos help. Somebody, somebody help me- "I intend," the affini continued, "to attempt this time to synchronize my biorhythms with yours." Raqi fell still. "Uh. Wait, what? ...Is that a thing you can do?" "Well, why would I not be able to?" Punica asked expectantly. "I- I don't know; I've just never heard of an affini doing that before." "It is a simple enough matter to configure my rhythms in a pattern that is designed to mimic yours. I do not expect to have any difficulty with it at all." "O-kay... And what, exactly, is that going to do?" "I am not entirely sure! But, my hope is that by doing so, it will allow me to much better synchronize with your bodily processes, and may allow me to even more effectively read your emotions. Even if it does not, I am quite certain that at the very least, there will not be any risk of entraining you; seeing as if I did, it would only be to your own rhythm." Her voice suddenly filled with mirth. "Therefore if anything, this process could be said to be a way of making you even more you!" Santraz akk aqchko, she is terrifying like this.
And arousing.
. . .
Raqi turned her mind away from the voice.
"So? What do you think? I shall not do it if you do not think it is a good idea, but I think it would provide very good information for our present scientific endeavour."
There was absolutely no possible argument for going along with this. This was, in every sense of the word, a terrible idea. Raqi was fairly sure this had a decent chance of turning her into a floret, and even if it didn't, the only benefit to it was gaining information that would have no practical use unless she developed a habit of stuffing her head next to Punica's core.
On the other hand: If she was going to get domesticated, this sounded like a very hot way to do it.
"...g-go ahead," Raqi stuttered out.
"Excellent! Then let us begin."
Before she had a chance to reconsider, vines wrapped around the outside of Raqi's clothes all across her arms, legs, and torso, and she felt herself being lifted up off of the ground and manoeuvred. She could swear that she heard some kind of a sound from Punica that was awfully close to a moan mid-way through the process, but she figured she must have been imagining it. A few moments later, she felt her torso pressing up against an object. The first two things she noticed about the object were that it was squishy, and that it was shaped like a sphere. The next was that it was warm, and the one after that was that it felt - even through her clothes - as if it was moving. Not just moving, but more accurately, pulsating; in a manner that she found her brain naturally relating to the beating of her own heart.
The object, she realised immediately, was Punica's core.
Oh *fuck*- She immediately started tensing up, expecting at any moment to feel the overpowering presence that had bore down upon and crushed her will descending upon her once again, but seconds passed and she did not. Instead, this time, she felt...
She felt... herself?
"What. Wh- What the fuck?"
"I presume by that that it is working, and you have not had your will stripped away?" Punica inquired.
"I- Yeah, no, I don't feel like I'm getting annihilated this time. ...This is fucking weird, though. I don't know how to describe it, this just- Atataymi pitak... It doesn't hurt, to be clear; it's just really, really really weird."
"That is, I suppose, to be expected. What I presume you are feeling right now is a reflection of your own biorhythm. It is not the kind of thing that you would ordinarily be able to pick up on, but this is in essence how you feel to me at all times."
"...Huh." Raqi really didn't know what to think of that. "...It's not unpleasant?"
"I most certainly do not think you have an unpleasant rhythm, no. I rather like it, in fact."
She felt herself blushing again. "Um. T-thank you."
"You are quite welcome, petal." Punica's voice sobered up somewhat. "Now, though. For this to work properly, I am going to need to focus quite closely, and I will not be able to speak for the duration, I do not expect. In the meantime, would you mind occupying yourself? You are free to do whatever you want, but if you would continue to think and not, say, slip into trance, that would be appreciated."
"I, uh- I will refrain indeed from doing that."
"That is much appreciated, my dear. In that case, I will begin trying to harmonize properly with you now."
Once again, Raqi tensed up- expecting something to happen- but there was nothing. If anything, the feeling of having herself reflected back at her seemed to lessen in the first half-minute after Punica finished speaking. The plant remained silent in the time that followed, and Raqi could not tell if she was actually doing anything or not.
Okay, well, uhm... She said I should think about things... I don't know exactly what that means, so- I guess I'll just think about random shit? Raqi's attention deficit made her very proficient at this, so it didn't take anything more than not picking a topic to focus on for her mind to start wandering.
It's unfair.
It was. Perhaps it's not as annoying for other people. They maybe don't spend as much time inside of their own heads as we do...
Maybe. But that doesn't make it any easier.
No... I suppose not. She shifted her head slightly, feeling how her cheek brushed against Punica's core. I remember, now, why this feels familiar. This is just like what I used to dream of as a kid. Nestled up somewhere quiet and dark and warm with someone I loved, doing nothing but laying there together... It was impossible to estimate how much time she had spent, yearning for that fantasy. And now I'm doing it, but it doesn't feel quite right. She had hoped that, were she somehow to ever finally do such a thing, it would turn out the way she had always imagined it would; with her and whoever else merging together, or becoming connected at the soul, or- or something like that.
The thought made her snicker. Inos, I really am still such a child. I really used to love all those things as a kid, though. Felt so romantic to me; the thought of getting to brush my soul up against someone else's. But, obviously, nothing like that is actually going to be possible; not even with an affini. The thought didn't hurt nearly as much as she thought it would. It may not have been everything she had wanted, but the present situation was still very nice in its own way. I do hope it feels nice for her, too...
Just as she finished thinking that, she remembered that there had been one time when she had been able to have her wish granted. It was indeed impossible to connect on such a deep level with a person who existed outside of her own mind; but that restriction was lifted when interacting with a being that didn't.
There had been such a time, once. Many of them, in fact; when she had been much, much younger. They survived as echoes in her mind; remembrances of a life that had come and gone, and a her who might as well have been someone else entirely. Where was it that we used to go? That place, beneath the hedges... She found that she couldn't quite remember any more. Mm. It was a very long time ago, after all.
She found herself wondering if there was anywhere more recent which she could remember. Accessing more recent constructions of her system was much easier, and with but a simple impulse, she turned her mind towards a familiar piece of scenery.
Raqi stood on a coastal stone platform, overlooking a vast, endless sea. The mid-morning sun shone down upon rippling waves, casting shimmering sparkles across the surface of the water. The sound of seabirds could be heard in the distance as wave after wave broke upon the base of the cliff far below, and small, skinny trees growing out of outcroppings swayed with what little foliage they had in the wind.
What... Where is this?
Hm? I mean, I don't think we ever named this place. It's not like we named most places.
We... didn't?
No?
...All of a sudden, Raqi stopped. Something felt very, very strange inside of her head. Uh, hold on a minute.
A moment later, her stomach dropped. That isn't me thinking.
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