Tara, oblivious to her friend's presence, massaged her large breasts without embarrassment, giving herself over to innocent, erotic play. She had a dark complexion and delicate, feline features. As she caressed her smooth skin, she imagined a journey to Tribiz, its foaming oceans, the application of ambrosia, and a host of slaves ready to fulfill her every whim.
"Tara?" Lena's low voice pierced the captivating fantasy, ripping her from a sweet dream.
The tall, slender brunette returned to reality with regret.
"Ah, Tribiz!" She sighed and turned away from the window, where, through a gently vibrating, colorless film, lay the view of the blue peak of Ta'tra, a cybernetic garbage dump. Its contaminated, electronic surface dimly reflected two jagged moons. The girl turned her black eyes to her friend and said with a suspicious smile,
"Lena?" I see you've come up with another crazy idea...
Lena was only slightly shorter, but just as shapely. She had athletic, long legs and large, firm breasts with symmetrically erect nipples. Golden hair gleamed, illuminated by the bright, crystalline fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling in her parents' dormitory. Both girls were dressed in modest clothing, thin strips of shiny fabric across their hips and an equally modest, seductively taut transparent belt across their full breasts. Around them, luminous, colorful holograms projecting school materials were scattered on the floor.
The blonde smiled, revealing a row of dazzlingly white teeth, rose from the plush armchair, and kicked one of the holograms, which flew across the room like a rainbow firework and exploded on the wall.
"How boring!" the blonde sighed. "Tara, have you heard of Earth?
" "Of course, but..." The girl saw a strange glint in her friend's eyes. "You know students can't change dimensions. And besides, Earth is protected...
" "But you remember what they said about it, right?
" "Yes... I remember. Apparently it's a paradise...
" "On this planet, we'd be goddesses!
" "Fantasies." Tara cut her off. "Illegal dreams." She repeated emphatically. "You'd better not bother with them. I'm in orbit with my thoughts, and I advise you to focus on you-know-what. Smashing holos against the walls won't change anything." Tara folded her arms across her chest to bolster her resolve, but Lena's appearance didn't change one iota. "Besides, we don't have a teleportation ring anyway," she added. "So all you can do is dream."
The alluring blonde once again gave her friend a dazzling smile, her full, intensely red lips.
"And what do you say if I happen to possess such a ring?
" "Are you serious?"
"The internship at the Slider Institute turned out to be incredibly fascinating..."
"Lena! Did you steal a virtaport? Are you crazy?!
No one will find out, I promise you that..." Besides, you know Jolie, she's been bragging for a long time about maintaining contact with some man from Earth, via computer.
" Tara remembered Jolie, the tall girl with fiery hair. Taller than she.
"You know how Jolie is," the brunette scoffed. "She fantasizes even outside of holosleep.
" "I believe her!" Lena insisted. "She's been connecting with Earth for a long time! And nothing! So what? Fancy a trip?
Late at night on the outskirts of some large American city. John, like every evening at this time, was finishing cleaning the store. They sold only sports equipment, and on his free evenings, sitting alone in a locked warehouse, the man devoted himself to his favorite pastime—packing. An immigrant from Eastern Europe, whose only connection to the English language was an assumed name, couldn't count on much entertainment. Years of patient training had yielded an impressive physique. His limited range of interests, however, took its toll on his life. When he wasn't working out in an abandoned shop, he wandered the streets looking for a reason to start a fight. It didn't take much to find one. In his simple life, he had hurt countless people who happened to cross his path. John didn't care; he wasn't interested in anything but himself and his physical fitness. There was nothing more pleasurable to him than the awareness of the advantage it gave him over others. John's greatest joy was hurting people.
That evening, as always, John was training. He was bench pressing a 100-kilogram barbell when he heard voices from behind the wall. Women's voices. He couldn't understand them, but if they were thieves, and it looked like they would be women, then John would have a very pleasant surprise tonight.
"Where are we, Lena, is this Earth?" Tara glanced around the dark room they'd been transported to as her friend set her teleportation bracelet to Earth's coordinates. The place seemed deserted. It was filled with objects she couldn't identify.
"There's only one way to find out. You know the legends. On Earth, we're gifted with practically infinite physical abilities. We're supposed to be very strong and resistant to all kinds of trauma... No one and nothing can hurt us here. Just look for something that looks heavy and make sure... Hey, look at this."
John gently opened the warehouse door leading to the shoppers' section of the store. His jaw dropped in surprise as he saw two girls strolling through the darkened store. They were stunningly beautiful, a fact accentuated by their attire. Some kind of tight bikini. The brunette was a bit taller, around 6'1", maybe even taller... Perfect legs, ass... And those breasts! From where John stood, their size and incredible symmetry were almost painful. The two teenagers, who looked to be no older than twenty, were talking to each other in an incomprehensible language. They were discussing some crucial issue. After a moment, the blonde approached the dumbbell stand. John snorted softly as she bent down to pick up one that weighed fifty kilograms.
"Tara, look, this thing looks heavy, don't you think?"
The brunette stepped closer. Her long, shoulder-length black hair flowed sensually.
"Try it. We'll see in a moment."
The blonde beauty closed her hand around the iron bar and effortlessly lifted it into the air.
"Amazing!" Lena waved the barbell in front of her face. "It weighs nothing, really!" With her other hand, she gripped the steel weights. There was a dull creaking sound and loud cracks as the material cracked and deformed. "Metal like water," she stated with surprise. "Look how it's leaking through my fingers. Why do Earthlings need such fragile objects?"
Tara reached out to take the piece of metal from her friend. It turned out to be incredibly light. She clenched her fist gently, and the shiny material it was made of deformed with the resistance of air in a closing fist.
John couldn't believe his eyes. The slender blonde gripped the fifty-kilogram barbell as if it were made of Styrofoam, then molded it like modeling clay. Very thin modeling clay. He opened the door.
As the door opened, the brunette dropped the piece of metal she was holding. It fell to the floor with a loud clang, burying itself deep in the shiny tiles and causing numerous cracks. A few pieces struck her foot, but she felt nothing. Despite this, she began to feel fear. Lena, however, remained calm.
"Tara, do you think that if this is Earth, this man won't be able to harm us...
" "And if it isn't Earth? He has a much more powerful physique, he's taller than us... Look at his muscles...
" "Did you see what was left of their metal after the gentle touch of our hands?
" "I did, but maybe they use it for some purpose, maybe that's just how metals behave on this planet... I don't know now if we did the right thing by showing up here...
" "Don't be silly... I'm optimistic. Besides, we'll know for sure what this place is after we come into contact with that thug..."
John saw what had happened to the floor after the crushed dumbbell had fallen and heard the strange conversation between two teenage girls. He didn't understand their words, but he realized he'd better retreat. He instinctively sensed danger like never before. As the half-naked blonde moved toward him, he averted his gaze from her magnificent breasts. He decided to flee.
"The big man was frightened by the little girl," Lena giggled. "Stay with us, we want to play."
She reached out and grabbed the retreating man by the arm. They both heard the loud sound of bone breaking moments before a terrible scream.
"Did you see that? I broke his arm without using any force."
The man, screaming in pain, tried to loosen the iron grip with his good hand. He sweated from the effort, but he couldn't move the delicate, girlish fingers that were gripping his arm even a millimeter.
"Look at his suffering, Tara, at his desperate attempts to pry my hand open." Lena watched the man groan in pain, calmly holding his shattered arm. She gently maneuvered her fingers to feel at least a touch against her delicate fingertips, but all she achieved was the sound of increasingly crushed tissue. After a moment, blood began to seep from between her fingers and drip onto the floor.
"I can barely feel him touching me at all..." she said to her friend, loosening her grip. The man stumbled and fell, groaning in pain and clutching his unnaturally deformed and bloody arm with his good hand.
"I want to try it myself..." The brunette bent down, grasping the man's other arm. She pressed lightly, and the room resounded with the sound of bone cracking and more cries of pain.
"Amazing... I broke his arm..." I pressed very lightly, really...
"Maybe he's sick, or something..."
"Wait, let me check something..."
Tara straightened, still holding the man by his broken arm. She raised her hand to her eyes, forcing the man to stand. She raised her arm even higher, and the large man hung in the air, howling in pain, his legs flailing helplessly in the air, held by the broken arm by the slender brunette. He kicked with all his might at the girl's bare shins and thighs, but Tara didn't even feel it like a drop of water falling on her flawless skin.
"Do you see what I see? Do you see what I did? How amazing!"
"I want to try it too, let go of him for a moment."
The black-haired teenager loosened her grip, and the man fell onto his back at their feet.
"How does it feel to hold a much larger man in one hand..."
The blonde reached down and grabbed the man's clothes, just below the neck. In a second, she had him on his feet.
"You should eat more vitamins, little man..." Lena smiled at him flirtatiously. The situation seemed incredibly arousing to her.
"He's so funny... How on earth did something so delicate survive?"
The man tried to wriggle out of her grasp, but a slight movement of her slender, girlish arm removed him from contact with the ground. He was suspended in midair. Lena raised her hand a little higher, lifting the man towards the ceiling.
The brunette watched her friend's exploits with a smile.
"Okay, I admit, this place is amazing. It's just a shame the men here are so delicate..."
His head almost touching the ceiling, his broken arms hanging limply, his legs kicking helplessly, choking and howling with pain and fear, the man stammered out pleas for mercy.
"Tara, it's incredible, I feel like he's not even here..."
She lowered her hand, allowing the man to touch the ground with the toes of his shoes. She lifted him up again, then slowly lowered him so he could stand on his own two feet. With a look of genuine curiosity, the blonde lifted the man effortlessly into the air again. And lowered him. And up again. And down. Up and down, sending the helpless earthling into a fit of utter panic.
"I don't feel your weight at all, creature," she declared, slowly lifting the man high into the ceiling. "I can do whatever I want with you. I could crush you like a bug with my bare hands if I had the whim..." Lena laughed aloud as she watched the man suffer, dangling from the end of her arm.
"This is Earth!" she cried out in delight. "Tara! We are goddesses!"
John suffered unimaginable agony. When the beautiful brunette crushed his shoulder and then lifted him by his broken arm, he felt close to death. Delicate, girlish hands pressed him with the force of a hydraulic press... Before he could react, he became the plaything of the most shapely blonde he had ever seen. The terrible throbbing pain in his broken arms drove him mad... With terror and a sense of the greatest humiliation of his life, his feet helplessly searching for any support, he looked down at the slender teenager with the most magnificent breasts in the world, her nipples hypnotizing him, who held him to the ceiling with one hand... Fear and pain, to his surprise, mingled with extraordinary arousal. When the beautiful girl began to alternately lift and lower him, he experienced a brutal erection, intensified by the sight of his wonderful tormentor's firm, spherical breasts. She spoke to him, spoke to her companion, and he hung there, unable to do anything. She held him so casually, as if she sometimes forgot he was in her beautiful, delicate hand. When John realized that his life's work had proven to be nothing compared to the strength of this graceful teenager, he felt a pang of nausea. He begged them not to hurt him any more, to leave him alone, but these teenagers, straight out of his darkest nightmare, didn't seem to react to his pathetic whimpers.
Lena watched the man's efforts with amusement. She hadn't grown tired at all; she could have held him like this for months until he starved. Damaged and helpless, however, he was slowly beginning to tire her. Time to try something else...
"You're afraid of me, aren't you?" Lana changed her voice from mocking to one of concern and compassion. She lowered the man to her eye level, just enough so that the toes of his shoes gently scraped against the floor. John's gaze was beginning to blur, his mind slowly shutting down, overloaded with pain and adrenaline.
"Stay with me, baby..." the blonde coaxed. She raised her free hand to John's face and began gently stroking his cheek, neck, and shoulder. "Poor thing... I bet you want me as much as I want you."
Tara watched her friend's actions with interest and after a moment, nodded approvingly, seeing the results of her actions. The aroused man regained consciousness; what's more, he understood their speech. The girls were beginning to learn the Earth language.
The blonde turned to the Earthling again, speaking in a gentle tone, with hints of flirtation becoming increasingly evident.
"You understand what I'm saying, right?"
The man nodded.
"Yeah..." He managed to croak. - Please, put me down, put me down...
Lena looked down at John's feet, helplessly searching for support, pitifully bouncing against her smooth shins.
"I'll let you live if you complete one simple task. Are you ready to hear it?"
The man nodded again, tapping his chin against the blonde's lovely hand, which was gripping the fabric of his blouse just below his neck.
"Very well. The task is this: I'll let you live if you take my breast in your large hand and manage to lift it, even just a little. It should be easy for a bruiser like you, even a slightly injured one." The blonde smiled seductively. "Please don't disappoint me."
John gritted his teeth and, with the last of his strength, managed to raise and bend his right arm at the elbow. He opened his hand and clutched the magnificent breast of his tormentor. The task seemed perversely easy until he felt the girl's skin and realized that the curve he clutched in his hand, though pleasant to the touch, was as hard as stone, insensitive, immovable.
He wept.
"Well, too bad." Lena sighed and watched with feigned sympathy as the man tried to tighten his grip on her breast. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel anything, and you know what that means, don't you?
" "No, no..." John stammered, but the teenager's seemingly firm body turned out to be as hard as steel. "It's impossible, impossible..." He stammered.
"Let me help you," Lena said and placed her free hand on John's, wedging it between her hand and her breast. John cried out in pain. He tried unsuccessfully to free his hand.
"See how easy it is." The blonde gently pressed her hand against John's. The moment her breast trembled slightly under the pressure, John's hand exploded, spraying fragments of bone, skin, and blood everywhere. The man couldn't even scream. He lost consciousness immediately.
The beautiful teenager brushed her bloody hand with distaste and looked at the unconscious man hanging limply from her slender hand. After a moment, she bent her arm at the elbow, then swung it slightly, releasing her grip as if throwing a basketball. Lena's gentle gesture sent the man careening across the room, smashing through racks of sports equipment before coming to rest against the opposite wall. The force of the impact turned his body into a bloody, jagged ball of flesh. The man's remains froze, stuck to the wall, only to slide to the floor a moment later, leaving a bloody trail behind them, like some nightmarish snail's trail.
"Lena… You killed him! You killed…" The brunette looked with disgust at the remains of the giant earthling.
"A creature that disintegrates in your hands doesn't deserve to live."
The blonde laughed softly. She was impressed by her own handiwork.
"Let's go to town!" she exclaimed after a moment. "We are goddesses, let them pay us homage!"
The girl approached the metal and glass door leading outside. She pushed against it, and the metal creaked, bending, and a moment later the door fell from the frame onto the littered, deserted sidewalk, scattering broken glass everywhere. The teenagers stepped through the threshold, crushing crystal shards into dust under their bare soles. The empty streets were plunged into darkness, illuminated only by the luminous orbs atop the steel poles lining the road.
"Any ideas?" the tall brunette asked her friend. Lena's mischievous smile never left her face, carving small, charming dimples into her cheeks.
"I have millions of ideas, my love. My only concern is which one to implement first..." As if in response to her problem, a beam of bright light emanating from two bright dots slowly making their way towards them along the deserted road illuminated both teenagers. The blonde approached a steel pole and, as if casually, pushed it lazily with her right hand. The metal cracked at its base with a loud crack, and the structure collapsed with a deafening crash onto the road. The luminous ball exploded, throwing off a shower of sparks and extinguished, leaving behind a haze of gray smoke.
The vehicle was approaching. Using their enhanced senses, the girls could make out two figures inside, two men silently listening to the rumbling, chaotic sounds. A moment later, the headlights illuminated a bent steel pole lying on the road, and the vehicle stopped. The passenger opened the side door, stepped out, and stood in the beam, staring in amazement at the blocked road. He didn't see the tall, slender brunette who, as silent as a cat, approached him from behind. His companion was about to honk or whistle, but his voice caught in his throat. The brunette leaned gracefully down, grabbed the standing man by the knee, and spun him around in the air like a rag doll, then held him upside down in her outstretched arm. She turned him over to face her and saw with disbelief that the man had lost consciousness.
"Come on!" she muttered to herself, disappointed.
"Tara, what a waste of time, there's another one." Lena's voice came from behind the metal vehicle. The driver started the engine, but the blonde's slender hand, placed under the rear fender, effortlessly lifted the spinning rear wheels into the air. Tara turned away from her friend and looked with distaste at the unconscious man, whose knee she was holding in midair. She sighed. Then she swung her hand and threw the unconscious creature into the air. The man soared at breakneck speed into the night sky, his limbs twirling in the air until he disappeared, engulfed by the starry darkness.
"Nice throw," her blond friend praised her. "But look at this!" she shouted, bending low, lifting the vehicle ever closer to vertical. A moment later, all four wheels left the ground, and the car hung over the pretty blonde's head. The terrified driver jumped out of the vehicle just as the teenager took a short run and launched the steel machine ahead, which, gliding in slow rotation, cast strips of light like some flying beacon. It flew through the air for a kilometer and, with a distant roar, echoed by the echo, crashed into the dark glass building.
"Now look at this!" she said to Tara, and approached the man struggling to his feet. She bent down, digging her hands into the man's soft flesh beneath the ribs as easily as if dipping her hands into warm water, and lifted the man, who was wheezing in pain, upwards. Then she freed one hand and grabbed the creature by its kicking leg. She pressed it gently with her fingers, hard enough to crush bones, and pulled the limp body toward its bleeding torso without resistance. Then she repeated the same with the other leg, then with her arms and head, forming a bleeding ball of shattered bones and torn muscle in her hands. She held it up on her outstretched arm like a trophy, the culmination of exhausting work, even though she hadn't tired at all. She hefted the grotesque, weightless ball in her hand and lightly tossed it after the vehicle. Overjoyed, smeared with human blood, she turned to her friend.
"Tara?
" "Yes, my love?
" "Let's do something truly crazy now!"
The brunette looked at her friend with a hint of skepticism.
"Aren't we crazy enough already? Do you know what will happen to us if this gets out?" I can't even imagine all those detentions...
"Don't exaggerate. No one will find out," Lena soothed. "What do you want, right? We'll do whatever you want!"
Tara remained silent.
"Well, what's the matter, my beauty?
" "I'm thinking about Jolie. I wonder what she'll do when she finds out how fragile her man is, the one she talks to so much. "
The blonde snorted with laughter.
"Idiot, imagine them meeting!" Lena stopped laughing and looked at her friend seriously. "Well, honey, what do you want to do?"
The brunette thought for a moment, remembering her morning fantasies. She touched her crotch with one hand and began to gently stimulate herself with her fingers. She narrowed her eyes and whispered, breathing ever more deeply,
"I feel like... I want to get to know a fellow earthling... Instead of murdering them outright.
" "Oh, come on, come on..." the blonde teased. - We're not the ones killing them; they're the ones who can't survive an encounter with us. That's different.
"I don't know." Tara was still unconvinced, but the excitement slowly flooding her body was crushing the last vestiges of reason.
"We'll do it your way now," Lena agreed. "We'll get to know someone better... But first, I'll wash this shit off me!"
The blonde rubbed the Earthling's blood on her breasts and laughed heartily.
While searching for water to bathe their magnificent and powerful bodies in, the girls had falsified one of the myths circulating about Earth—flying was impossible. However, something was possible that compensated for this inconvenience—jumping. Even a slight push off the ground caused a network of deep cracks in the ground, which their graceful feet pushed against, then carried them to considerable heights. After a moment of free flight, a surprisingly slow return to the ground followed.
During one such dive, the girls located a large, suburban lake, which they entered, quickly discovering with astonishment that breathing came to them just as easily on the surface as underwater. The fact that Earthlings lacked this ability became clear during a brief but intense attempt to "acquaint" themselves with a random stroller, who had apparently taken a solitary, romantic stroll along the beach. Attracted by the girls' laughter and encouraged by their calls, he stripped down to his underwear and ran into the water, expecting a pleasant adventure. When he stood before the naked girls, he simply couldn't believe his luck—they looked like something straight out of a Victoria's Secret catalog. The amused boy grabbed the blonde around the waist, trying to playfully throw her into the water, but meeting the girl was like colliding with a pole—he rebounded in pain and collapsed, eliciting a burst of laughter from the teenagers. After a moment, he stood up, dazed and angry—he thought they'd hit him with something heavy. At that moment, he lost the will to continue fooling around, and, not hiding his offense, he headed back to the beach. The girls wouldn't let him go. They both grabbed his arms with surprising strength and pulled him into deeper water within seconds. A moment later, they submerged with him. Tara and Lena, breathing freely underwater, watched with interest as the man struggled helplessly, trying to return to the surface, only to take an unwanted gulp of water, choke, and lose consciousness. The girls released the dead body, which slowly began to move away from them.
"Earthlings don't like water," Lena said in a scientist's tone, and the teenagers burst into laughter.
"Swim to lands unknown!" Tara shouted after the retreating body, blowing it a farewell kiss. The gust that escaped her full mouth caused a huge wave that, rushing by, washed ashore the ships moored on the other side of the lake.
Tara left Lena splashing in the lake and lazily emerged from the water, reveling in the pleasurable sensations she evoked, massaging her wet breasts and nipples, swollen with arousal, and teasing her moist crotch with her fingers. She felt the tension rising within her, and the knowledge that the holosleep attachment, allowing for journeys into a world of erotic fantasies, was so far away gave her an unpleasant sense of quiet frustration. Tara, like Lena, had never had sex with a man, because where they came from, there were few of them left, none in their class. Only the lucky ones had boyfriends. In terms of women from their world, they were merely average. Their free moments, when boredom and hormones combined in an explosive mixture, were spent making love in a reality generated by computers within their consciousness. A world that indulged with fantasies available at their fingertips produced beings free from pity and compassion. So when Tara saw a couple, a man and a woman, walking in a lovers' embrace, she felt a pang of jealousy. The tall brunette, her shiny hair dripping water from her neck, shoulders, and back, her bare feet crushing glass bottles left in the sand by irresponsible beachgoers, quickly walked toward them. Lena ran after her.
"Wait!" The blonde stopped Tara before she could interact with the newly met couple. "I've discovered something new. See that plant?" She pointed to a tree several meters tall. "All I have to do is point my finger at it and concentrate a bit..." The tree trembled, caught in an invisible force, and with a dull crack of snapping roots, it rose into the air. "I can manipulate matter with willpower! Try it yourself!"
Tara looked around for something suitable for testing and settled on the retreating couple. She aimed her finger at the woman several hundred meters away. A loud scream rang out as the astonished Earthling first froze, then rose several meters into the air. The man with her clutched his head and began to jump, but there was no way he could reach his girlfriend. Tara laughed, losing her concentration, causing the woman to fall onto the soft sand.
"Damn it! I'll try to pull them here..."
This time she concentrated more intensely—a small wrinkle appeared on Tara's smooth forehead. She focused her thoughts on the two Earthlings, and suddenly both beings—she felt this intensely—were within her reach. She could feel their delicate bodies in her mind, as fragile as her thoughts and just as susceptible to manipulation; she realized that if she wanted, she could shatter the very matter they were made of into atoms... Or perhaps even finer.
The man was helping the girl to her feet when they both suddenly rose. A force gripped them from within, allowing them to move their arms and legs, but they had no control over what was happening to them. They began to move. They floated lazily through the air, shouting at each other, trying to grab each other's hands. Tara, testing her new talent, spun them through the air, moving their limbs as if they were her helpless puppets.
A moment later, the Earthlings found themselves right above the space girls, frozen in place—only their eyes expressed utter terror. Tara, irritated by their screams, closed their mouths and lifted their eyelids so they could admire her goddess. It amused her that she could even control their eyeballs, forcing them to look where she pleased. She wondered if she could also control their thoughts, but she feared they were so fragile she would only fry their brains. Maybe later, after she's practiced a bit...
Lena nudged her friend, and Tara freed the Earthlings. They collapsed onto the sand. They began coughing, gasping, shaking.
"They won't be much use, look at them..." Tara shook her head, disappointed.
"You have to be careful with Earthlings. But maybe I'll try something else..."
The brunette concentrated on the man's matter. She wondered if she could compress it... Subtract a little, add a little...
The Earthling screamed—her man was beginning to shrink. The process stopped when he was only a few centimeters tall. Dazed by the new perspective, he stumbled and sank into the sand. Lena ran to the small man and leaned over him, afraid her touch would kill him too quickly.
"Grab him!" she ordered the Earthling.
The Earthling grabbed the man and lifted him to her breasts. She was crying. He too, trapped in his girlfriend's hand.
Lena looked at Tara.
"Their emotions are depressing me. Let's end this and start over.
" "As you wish, honey."
The brunette frowned slightly, and the Earthling, still holding her man, shrank to a few centimeters. The man in her hand became microscopic. Tara willed the tiny creatures to her face—the woman was smaller than her pinky finger, and the man could easily fit under her nail.
"Well, enough of that," she said, and snapped them with her index finger.
They instantly disappeared in a red cloud.
"Let's go smash something!
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