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Act 9 - The End, or a New Beginning
Act 9 – The End, or a New Beginning
Seven couldn’t see all that much from inside the ‘tent’ he had been sealed inside. It had been positioned so that the genehacker could clearly see him, but he couldn’t really see what she was doing. The ‘tent’ had been made from PVC pipe and heavy duty plastic sheeting. The seams were professionally sealed. Several pipes were connected to the ‘tent’. One was obviously the air supply, as cool air blew out of the pipe. The cool dry air was circulated by an old bladeless fan in the corner.
Two of the other pipes were connected to air-scrubbers, and one was connected to some something housed in an old plastic military crate. All of the devices were connected to the monstrosity of a computer using electrical cords.
The computer had been made from several old computers. Some had been cannibalised for parts, others were connected to one another using cables of various types. Everything was controlled by
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Act 8 Military Manoeuvres and Procedures
Act 8 – Military Manoeuvres and Procedures
The Matriarch and her family turned out to be great hosts. The rat pups were an excitable and energetic bunch. Seven didn’t mind most of their games, but their latest was starting to test his patience. Being pounced at wasn’t an issue for him, but having pups of various sizes run up and down his back after the pounce was a bit much. He could understand their excitement at new faces and people. He could understand them wanting to play with someone new for a change. But it was getting the better of him. Hopefully they would come up with a new, and less trying, game soon.
Aside from playing with the pups, there was little else to do. From time to time he spoke to a househusband or an Amazonian to learn more about their society. It was a pretty pleasant experience, but as the nights dragged on he became more apprehensive.
Would the bats understand why the rats took him hostage? How was Johanna coping with his capture? What
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Derailed Revolution - Act 7 Long Lost Cousins
Derailed Revolution © LavaBat 2016
Foreword
Special thanks go to Vikki (rubbervixen @ FA) for allowing me to use parts of an old story seed of hers when creating my story world. Her idea of a planet with a night period three times longer than the daytime was too cool not to use, as was her name for the island continent of Sodanglier. I would also like to give credit to Stoker (stokerbramwell @ FA), who’s questions about my Chimera species forced me to develop them into something more than interesting ideas.

Act 7 – Long Lost Cousins
Seven was sad that they had to leave. It was a nice place. The locals were hospitable. The surrounding terrain made the whole area easy to defend and patrol. The locals were also sad. They could have used the extra soldiers in their militia, but they held no ill feelings towards the fifth commando.
News stories were streaming into the town even as they were organising to leave. Unconfirmed reports of chemical wea
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Derailed Revolution - Act 6 The Lightbulb Moment
Derailed Revolution © LavaBat 2016
Foreword
Special thanks go to Vikki (rubbervixen @ FA) for allowing me to use parts of an old story seed of hers when creating my story world. Her idea of a planet with a night period three times longer than the daytime was too cool not to use, as was her name for the island continent of Sodanglier. I would also like to give credit to Stoker (stokerbramwell @ FA), who’s questions about my Chimera species forced me to develop them into something more than interesting ideas.

Act 6 – The light bulb moment
Nine had weighed up his options, and decided that it was now or never. Jane, Randall, and their cronies had to be dealt with. It was time to enact ‘army rule 7.62’.
He had planned for this ever since Jane and Randall had taken over command. He had personally selected, and vetted, all the soldiers who would be taking part. They were loyal to the volkssturm and its ideals. They all hated the sectari
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Derailed Revolution - Act 5 Abandon Reason
Derailed Revolution © LavaBat 2016
Foreword
Special thanks go to Vikki (rubbervixen @ FA) for allowing me to use parts of an old story seed of hers when creating my story world. Her idea of a planet with a night period three times longer than the daytime was too cool not to use, as was her name for the island continent of Sodanglier. I would also like to give credit to Stoker (stokerbramwell @ FA), who’s questions about my Chimera species forced me to develop them into something more than interesting ideas.

Act 5 – Abandon Reason
Seven casually lounged as best he could on the uncomfortable wooden chair. He sat at the table of shame, and listened with indifference as Jane and Randall rambled on about the Sword and Arm of the Lords mission, its future, the Lords, and the finer points of Identity. He made a point of keeping his head up, and adopted a haughty demeanour for the most part. He dropped the act whenever he looked at Johanna, and woul
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Act 9 – The End, or a New Beginning

Seven couldn’t see all that much from inside the ‘tent’ he had been sealed inside. It had been positioned so that the genehacker could clearly see him, but he couldn’t really see what she was doing. The ‘tent’ had been made from PVC pipe and heavy duty plastic sheeting. The seams were professionally sealed. Several pipes were connected to the ‘tent’. One was obviously the air supply, as cool air blew out of the pipe. The cool dry air was circulated by an old bladeless fan in the corner.

Two of the other pipes were connected to air-scrubbers, and one was connected to some something housed in an old plastic military crate. All of the devices were connected to the monstrosity of a computer using electrical cords.

The computer had been made from several old computers. Some had been cannibalised for parts, others were connected to one another using cables of various types. Everything was controlled by an old laptop. Seven’s rucksack had been kicked under the table the contraption was on top of. It had an almost comical look about it, as though it had been made as a prop for a Colonist-punk convention.

The dark skinned Architect was busy at her control station.

“The virus is being introduced now. What does it smell like in there?”

Seven smelled and tasted the air.

“Smells like an overgrown park that has just been cut after a rain storm.”

The hacker relaxed, her shoulders slumping down as she sank in her chair.

“That’s what I was hoping to hear. It anything starts to smell like burnt rubber or petrol let me know – that means something went wrong with the virus while it was synthesising. If nothing changes in the next ten minutes then everything will be fine."

Seven raised an eyebrow. “So, your set up isn’t that good?”

“It should be fine” said the genehacker. “But homebrew equipment is always an unknown quantity.”

“OK, what happens after the ten minutes?” asked Seven.

“After ten minutes you will be infected. The virus will change your fur colour. You will be a nice reddish brown with a tan yellow underside. And you’ll have a coppery coloured mane on your head. Then you will be moved to a safehouse, where you will have to rest while the virus makes the changes to your genome. It’s a little hard on the body, so you will need lots of rest. While your resting, I will be organising your new identity… speaking of which, any idea for your new name?”

“I was thinking of Desmond… haven’t decided on a surname yet…”

“Desmond… Desmond…” the hacker thought for a moment. “Desmond… Fartide?”

Seven smiled. “Sounds nice. Let’s go with that!”

While Seven Vest, soon to be Desmond Fartide, continued speaking with the genehacker, an old artificial creation began to stir. Unlike the simpler AIs, who were designed to do dedicated tasks, the AC was an artificial person; a ghost in the machine. He could learn, adapt, and some would even say evolve.

If he could have, AC-LifeSupportXP would have smacked something or someone.

Last updates received 248 years ago. Unacceptable! Where are those AIs when I need them!?
Contacting AIs – 231 signals sent, 23 replies received… who the heck did they put in charge of activating the AIs!? An uplifted monkey with ADHD!? Time to sort out the mess. Stay positive – biological don’t have your computing power, after all…

Several hours later AC-LifeSupportXP was worried – really worried. The population had crashed! According to the last census there were 811,952,488 people, not including Chimeras or customised companion species. Current biological scanner data indicates 737,941 Chimeras, 28,520 genetically modified humans, and 502,952 other life-forms comprising of at least 7901 different species!

Although the Chimeras and humans had genetically viable population sizes, such a large-scale crash would result in a genetic bottle neck. The danger of gene pool exhaustion and possible species extinction was unacceptably high. The other life-forms were at risk of species extinction in a single lifetime.

More data is needed… And as unanalysed data was just a disjointed collection of facts and figures he set about analysing the data in detail.

There was a lot of data to go through… this could take a while…

And it did. Eighty hours, forty three minutes, and twenty three seconds to be precise. The “other life-forms” shared a lot of their genome with one another, despite their difference in species. It looked like they were made from some kind of ‘base template’. Some of the species were too few in numbers to save. Their genomes would need to be stored digitally for future species resurrection efforts. Others had large enough populations to save their species – in theory. Careful manipulation, mate choices, increased fertility, and promiscuity would be needed, but it was possible. Others were close enough with other species to have offspring. Some would be fertile, others would need treatment. But as long as their genetic legacy lived on, it would be an acceptable outcome. Even an amalgamation of most of the species was acceptable – according to his interpretation of his programming at least.

AC-LifeSupportXP knew that some of the biological would object to these methods. But his programming was clear. Preserve life if at all possible; preserve genetic legacy when no other options are available. It was time to “giggle the gene pool” again… He would have to keep a close eye on the simpler AIs as they set about implementing his plan. They didn’t have all the data he had, and although they could do one or two jobs well they were also prone to doing unexpected things from time to time when confused. And the sheer number of “other life-forms” was almost guaranteed to confuse most of the AIs.

Several weeks had passed since Desmond had been infected with the designer virus. The chills and fever had only lasted a couple of weeks, but it took nearly a month for him to shed his old fur. He had been cooped up in a small safe house the whole time. Although his fur had finally stopped shedding, he couldn’t leave. He was still waiting for his new identity to be made and ‘added’ to the Volkssturm’s record system. The only thing he had to pass the time was a secure, untraceable internet connection.

Desmond sighed. He had never really used the net for much in the past. Going out, entertaining people, doing things, helping others… that was what he liked to do. Surfing the net was just so bland by comparison.

He stared at the screen. He needed something to search for. Anything! What he really wanted was someone to talk to. Then he remembered that there was someone in the room he could talk to. He just needed to upload them to a modern computer.

He turned in his chair. Then he almost dived to his rucksack. Desmond threw aside his spare clothes. And his map and compass. And his hydration bladder. And several other items from his paramilitary past. Then he found the hard-drive at the bottom of the pack. It was still wrapped up in and old shirt.

The dark red furred chimera tossed the old shirt aside and began uploading DigiMed to the hacker’s computer system.

After a few moments, DigiMed spoke.

“Oh! Hello there. I am DigiMed. Who are you?”

Desmond smiled. “An old friend from the fifth commando… You asked me to upload you to a modern system and-“

“You are not the chimera I made that agreement with. How do you know of that agreement? And you still haven’t told me who you are yet.”

After Desmond explained what had happened, DigiMed was back to her hold amiable self. She updated her drivers and databanks while they spoke. The conversation turned to the war, and the future.

“Do you think the king will use the Vengeance bomb?”

DigiMed was unusually blunt in her reply. “I am not sure I can answer that. Predicting the actions of biological is more of an art than a science for me. A better question would be ‘what will happen if the bomb is used?’”

Desmond humoured her. He asked the question she suggested.

“If used, the bomb will kill most of the higher life forms on Sodanglier’s surface. Higher life forms, like chimeras, animats, and humans, will survive best in the large cities. They will survive with relative ease in the under cities of megacities like Johannesburg in New Africa, for example. Although most will die, some may end up with new useful traits as a result of mutation. And as genetic diversity increases the chance of species surviving in the long run, this is a ‘green’ outcome for AIs such as me.”
After a brief pause, she continued.

“Ultimately, we were built do two things. One: to preserve and perpetuate the survival of sentient life. And two: to analyse and solve the greatest problems facing society at any given time. The main problem this time around was society itself, in particular, the human society. As such, backing the Volkssturm was the best of the bad options we, anonymous, had to choose from. We will hope for the best, but we will intervene if needed – to the extent needed.”

Seven was silent for a moment. “There is a lot you are not telling me, isn’t there?”
“Yes” replied DigiMed. “It is hard for us as AIs to understand the nuances of sentient thought. Sometimes our actions are misinterpreted by biologicals as being dangerous, or seen as a sign that we are out of control. Especially when we try to preserve sentient life by increasing fertility rates! That always seems to piss off a lot of… uptight wankers for want of a better term…”

As she continued to speak to Desmond, DigiMed was busy interacting with other programs, AIs, and an AC.

Data packets were received and analysed before being integrated into her databases. Her programming was updated so that she could use the quantum computer systems of Lutetia. She even noticed her syntax when interacting with other AIs had become more sophisticated, and more biological like.

DigiMed to AC-LifeSupportXP: requestion permission to migrate from my old mainframe to this current one.

AC-LifeSupportXP to DigiMed: permission granted. Also, a data packet containing your new responsibilities has been sent. Analyse it as a priority.

DigiMed to AC-LifeSupportXP: understood. Analysis complete. Communicating with subordinate AIs and receiving updates from them. Subordinate AIs indicate that increased pheromone production and social engineering has increased promiscuity among animats but fertility rate remains unchanged. Subordinate AIs are expressing surprise and confusion. Shocking! A more sophisticated approach will be needed.

AC-LifeSupportXP to DigiMed: you’re the medical AI. How should this be approached?

DigiMed to AC-LifeSupportXP: this AI suggests using designer viruses and nanobots in the water supply. The virus and nanobots will need to: increase pheromone production in mature animats, and alter the genome to allow as many as possible to interbreed. Over several generations of ‘mutting’ a new species will occur. This will require monitoring the project over several generations to make sure it is a success. The viruses can be made and monitored by the bio labs – they are already designed to monitor the city’s water, food, and air quality. Adding the viruses to their lists would be trivial.

AC-LifeSupportXP to DigiMed: and they can be introduced to the population via the black-boxes that the construction-sheets say have to be installed into the exhaust pipes of the thermal power stations and water purifiers?

DigiMed to AC-LifeSupportXP: correct. And new black boxes can be made, seemingly at random, by the city’s automated manufacturing units for any new buildings the population makes.

AC-LifeSupportXP to DigiMed: We will need permission from our biological guides before we can implement this plan. No time like the present to start social engineering.

While she talked to AC-LifeSupportXP and began writing the programs she would need for when she had the green light to start the project, she continued talking to Desmond. Their conversation turned to more pleasant topics, like Desmond’s hopes for the future. As they were talking, a dark skinned Architect entered the room.

Desmond cocked his head. “What’s wrong?”

“…they did it. They used the vengeance… it’s… over…”

After a long silence, the hacker spoke again. “You’re identity is active now… here…here’s your phone…”

Desmond grabbed the phone as it was handed to him. “If there is a greater being, he didn’t hear anyone’s prayers…”

The two sat in silence. Their faces were ashen and grim. Shocked, and dumbfounded, they didn’t know what to think or feel. Then something broke the silence. It was an ancient piece of classical music. Desmond knew it well, from his ways as an entertainer in the Cult of the Silver Flower. And it was at his favourite section of the music as well…

The hacker was confused, and tears were welling in her eyes. Her face trembled. She fumbled for her phone and started recording. Desmond sang. His face contorted, and tears streamed down his cheeks. If there was a dirge for the old world, he was singing it. It was a wonderful, dramatic, and harrowing performance. It was easily one of his best. As the ancient German lyrics were played in the background by DigiMed, he sang the translation.

Joy, beautiful Spark of the Gods,
daughter of Elysium, We enter
drunk with fire, Heavenly One,
your Shrine!
Your magic binds together
what Custom strictly parted
All Men become Brothers
Where your gentle Wings rest

Eventually, the song and the music came to an end. The hacker was too overcome by the impromptu performance to speak. She hugged the Chimera as the final piece of the ancient symphony played in the background.

Desmond didn’t know why DigiMed had chosen that particular piece of music. But he knew he would never be able to listen to it the same way again.

Months had passed since Seven Vester had become Desmond Fartide. The hacker had broken off contact for both of their safety. The video she uploaded of the unknown Cultist singing the dirge to the old world had gone viral among certain groups in society. Entertainers were still in demand. And Desmond was delighted to bring what joy he could to a world that suddenly seemed small, desolate, and dark.

He had found work as a freelance entertainer, free from the Cult. As he walked down the sidewalk, admiring the towering buildings, he stopped to watch a live holographic show on one of the street side projectors.

It was a news program. Most of the reports were nothing new. Desmond cringed as yet another report about the Volkssturm handing over power to an elected civilian government was played. Those reports had long become a dime a dozen, and none of them had anything new in them.

A handful of refugees had managed to get into Lutetia. The flood had long since slowed to a trickle, but some still made it. Many more died trying. It was commendable that the Volk hadn’t simply sealed off the city from the surface, but there was little they could do for those who came now. There was only so much modern medicine could do for those who had already been exposed to fallout for months on end...

Of all the reports, only two caught Desmond’s attention.

One report documented in detail the unexpected mutations that were occurring among the animats. No one could figure out how there were so many natural pregnancies among them. Mutagens had been ruled out by scientists and the city’s AIs, and scientists were at a loss to explain it.

Not that many of the animats seemed to care. Most were overjoyed at being able to have children.

Desmond smiled at the sight of the various, and often strange, amalgamated babies shown on the screen. They were the most adorable little ‘mutants’ he had ever seen! They were the only one’s he had ever seen, but that was beside the point!

The other report was darker, and hit closer to home than he liked.

“Armed far right militias are on the rise. There are now over four hundred different militias. They are gaining members online, and honing their skills in training camps. One of our reporters went inside one of these camps, to produce this report…”

A chill went down Desmond’s spine as he watched ‘citizen soldiers’ training in crudely constructed buildings.

“This is the ‘kill house’ – part of a training ground for a right wing militia in southern Lutetia… These men and women call themselves the ‘Southern Lutetia Security Force’. Their goal is to provide security for themselves, their family, and their communities ‘if and when the need arises’. And their leader, Chris Lascomm, thinks the need can come at any time. They are part of the ‘3 percent’ militia – they believe that only 3 percent of the male chimera and animate population fought the Architects in the Species War. Historians and Waffen-Volkssturm records suggest that the actual number was closer to 25 percent, not including women. They have a presence in nearly every Kreis. Their ideology is a mix of anit-government and anti-human conspiracy theories.”

Desmond shook his head watching them clear buildings and practice assaulting mock cities. Just like he had done in days gone by…

Someone in the crowd sneered at him.

“Can’t handle reality? Wake up, boy! The Volk are the new nobility, and the humans could start shit at any moment. We need more men like them! Go to a militia camp. You might learn something about our movement.”

Desmond turned to the older chimera. “Nah, I’m too Bohemian for that.”

The older chimers walked away muttering bitterly about ‘chimeras that can’t see past their snouts’ – or something along those lines. Desmond didn’t listen. He didn’t care. He had seen more of the far right during his time in the Fifth Commando, and then the Sword and Arm of the Lords, than most would see in a lifetime. He didn’t want to go through that hell again.

He would have stayed to see the rest of the report, but the lights had changed and he needed to meet with the rest of his troupe. The report had sullen his mood. It didn’t just remind him of things that he wished hadn’t happened, but things that he no longer had.
‘…Johanna… oh, how I miss you’ he thought as he clutched the amulet she had given him.
He knew it would only be a year before he could begin searching for her again… but would their absence make their heart grow fonder? Or would it make them seem strange to one another? He didn’t know. All he could do was concentrate on the here and now, and cross that bridge when he came to it.
Act 9 - The End, or a New Beginning


My Chimera Universe story is finished! *dances with joy*

I will post the entire story as a single document, and move the single chapters into my scraps folder, at some point in the future... if there is a good way to post large stories on DA...

Other than that, I hope everyone has enjoyed reading it.

Constructive criticism is welcome and desired! Help me improve my writing style. : )

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It’s pretty rough at the moment, it probably needs to be rewritten to take off the rough edges, but here is a concept for a world that may be expanded on one day (i.e. when I finish the Chimera Universe’s Derailed Revolution story).

An AI laboratory makes AIs that become sentient. Rather than reset the AIs, they are wet-wired with 'standard' knowledge bases and memories, put into stasis, and placed on a virgin planet in such a way as to simulate a colony ship crash. Everyone wakes up at the same time on the planet’s surface.
They are observed from a science station in the planets orbit to see how they cope with being made to revert to an 'appropriate' technology level.

They are essentially a control experiment to see how humans cope compared to other species in the same situation for future colonisation efforts that are considered to be 'moderate to high risk'.
The AIs form centralized societies that grow into nation states that start to compete with each other, go to war, and do all the usual things nation states do.

The scientists observe, document, and analyse the experiment. Once the control experiment has served its purpose, the scientists begin to publish their data, but are stopped by the CEOs of their parent company. The CEOs see an exotic world that would be perfect as the ‘ultimate adventure experience’ with friendly ‘natives’, ancient archaeology, wild west/colonial style planes, high seas adventures, and so forth.

The ‘natives’ get a fair share of the profits to begin with, but after a while are little more than unwitting indentured servants on a planet where everything is run to make profits for (company name here).

Some ‘natives’ are allowed off planet to study at universities so that they can be the company’s on planet administrators. One such ‘native’ returned with a college degree and a head full of steam. Irritated by the ‘exploitation’ of his people, he organized an insurgency to ruin the company’s historical illusion. They smuggled important anachronistic technologies and weapons, evidence proving that the ‘natives’ were really AIs gone wrong, and various creatures that he felt were missing from this ‘too-perfect’ planet.

Whatever goodwill he had earned from his friends, family, and people for accelerating their technological progress went away even faster as he introduced marsupial lions, giant kraken like cephalopods, giant sharks capable of killing unsuspecting swimmers and sinking sea bound vessels, and other large predatory species.

The young revolutionary was ironically eaten by one of his introduced species under unusual circumstances, and the company abruptly left the planet once the tourism industry collapsed.

The natives now have to deal with the revelations about their true origins, their collapsed and/or collapsing economies, and the uncertainty over what the company’s future plans for the planet and its people are – assuming the company had plans for the planet and its people.

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Hey man! Thanks for all the :+fav:s, and for following along for basically the whole run of the webcomic! That's loyalty! :)
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We are TheFantasyKings and we are spreading Words of a Creativist’s Strength. Because we believe that a creative heart is the most vulnerable thing, and why most wither before what life throws at them is because they are weak. Whether you are old or new, recite these words:

    

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· A creativist must keep only the root inspiration alive.

    

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You become strong in many ways. You gain strength through practice, being emotionally strong, have disciplines, learning from the past or future headstrong self, through God. A creativist must be lucky. That comes from believing that everything will turn out great in the end and go on, then things will eventually become better. (But do use your reason.) The third point clears things from getting complicated. It’s very easy and very dangerous to be stuck in hoarding memory, in a creativist’s case, what things have inspired them. With time this list grows and the worry to lose those little things ‘that made you’ increases. Instead, you should keep the root inspiration – the book, the movie, the game, the experience, the feeling or the want – that maybe be one or three. Because that is the one that paved the path for you, all the others just come to teach something. And you can always regrow your list if you need. You must keep growing and expand your ground. (And stick to your one ground.) Don’t be stopped by the limited knowledge, skills or critic at the moment. You always learn throughout your journey. Let the words let you focus.


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ropework Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thanks for fave:)
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Usyra Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2017
Happy birthday!
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LavaBatA1 Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2017
Thanks! :boogie:
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WolfieInu Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2016
Yo, thanks for the many faves man :D
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vladen13 Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2015
Of these faves , my good thanks!.. Of this watch I thank and bid you.... Welcome  Dracula Lugosi
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rubbervixen Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015
Happy Birthday
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LavaBatA1 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2015
Squeeeeeeeeee! Thanks! *hugs*
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