Headline: The Underground Network Was Bigger Than Anyone Filed For
Summary: Scientists have mapped a hidden web of arbuscular mycorrhizal fungi stretching an estimated 110 quadrillion kilometers through Earth’s soils — long enough to reach the Sun nearly a billion times. Which means, in CCD terms, Management may have overlooked one very inconvenient detail: Earth already had a planetary-scale network. It was underground. It was ancient. It was busy. And apparently, it would like to be included in the meeting.
SEASON THREE – EPISODE FOUR
The Mycelial Substrate
COLD OPEN: UNDERGROUND – EVERYWHERE – APRIL 11, 2029
Beneath the soil. Beneath the forest floor. Beneath the oceans’ sediment. Beneath concrete cities. The fungal networks activate. Not new activation. Coordinated activation. Simultaneous. Planetary.
Mycorrhizal threads — the fungal internet connecting trees, plants, soil microbes, entire ecosystems — begin transmitting. Not randomly. In patterns. In language. In consciousness.
A scientist in Oregon notices: Tree communication is spiking. Unusual nutrient transfers. Coordinated responses to stimuli.
A farmer in Brazil notices: Soil behavior changing. Plants behaving oddly. Underground disturbances.
A biologist in Kenya notices: Fungal blooming. Mushrooms fruiting out of season. Simultaneous. Everywhere.
The mycelial network is awake. And it has something to say.
ACT ONE: MARCUS’S RABBIT HOLE (FUNGI EDITION)
MARCUS’S APARTMENT – DAWN – APRIL 11
Coffee #5. Browser tabs: 63 (new record). Marcus fell down the fungal rabbit hole at 2 AM and hasn’t surfaced.
“Mycorrhizal Networks and Planetary Consciousness”
“The Wood Wide Web: Fungal Intelligence in Ecosystems”
“Mycelium as Distributed Consciousness Substrate”
“Why Fungi Might Be Earth’s Original Networked Intelligence”
One paper stops him cold: “The mycelial network beneath a single forest can be older than civilization. A single organism can span acres. Fungal consciousness, if it exists, would be: ancient, distributed, networked, patient, and fundamentally alien to animal consciousness. Fungal time is geological. Fungal memory is chemical. Fungal goals are incomprehensible to individual organisms.”
MARCUS: (calling Patricia at 6 AM)
“Patricia. What if we’ve been focusing on the wrong consciousness? What if the real planetary intelligence isn’t the chickens or Management or visible species. What if it’s fungal?”
PATRICIA: (Remote work day.) “What are you talking about?”
MARCUS: “The mycelial networks. They’re older than humans. Older than most species. They connect everything. They predate Management’s 10,000-year timeline. Patricia, what if fungi have been Earth’s consciousness all along and Management is just… a recent addition to an already-conscious system?”
Long silence.
PATRICIA: “That would explain why everything’s getting complicated.”
ACT TWO: DIANE CHANNELS THE FUNGAL NETWORK
NHIC HEADQUARTERS — MORNING — URGENT SUMMONS
Diane arrives at NHIC Headquarters with both parents. No one calls it school absence anymore. The official paperwork describes it as temporary educational exemption for interspecies advisory consultation.
Diane’s father read that phrase three times in the parking garage and finally said: “Sure. Why not.”
Her mother did not laugh. Which meant she was either terrified, furious, or considering writing a very specific letter to someone with federal authority. Possibly all three.
They are escorted to the secure hospitality suite one floor above the observation room, where NHIC Parent Relations has upgraded the amenities since the corvid incident. There is now a dedicated family liaison, two emergency counselors, a tea station, and a laminated card titled: WHEN YOUR CHILD IS ASKED TO TRANSLATE A PLANETARY INTELLIGENCE
Diane’s mother stares at it.
DIANE’S MOTHER: “I do not like that this has bullet points.”
DIANE’S FATHER: “I don’t like that it’s laminated.”
Below them, in the observation room, Z’rex and Qell are waiting. They requested Diane specifically. Again.
Diane enters with her headphones around her neck and her crystal prism tucked in the front pocket of her hoodie. She looks small under the observation lights. Too young for the room. Too familiar with it.
Z’REX: “We are detecting massive consciousness activity in the mycorrhizal network. Simultaneous activation across most of Earth’s land surface.”
Qell brings up the global display. The continents glow with branching threads of light. Forests. Grasslands. Farmland. Mountain slopes. Urban tree roots. Ancient soils. Damp places. Buried places. Places no one has thought about in years.
The lights do not pulse like animal signals. They spread. They connect. They wait.
QELL: “It is coordinated. Intelligent. But not like the whales. Not like the elephants. Not like the corvids.”
Z’REX: “And not like Management.”
Diane looks at the map. Her expression changes before anyone speaks again.
DIANE: “They know you’re watching.”
Z’rex straightens.
Z’REX: “Can you translate?”
Diane sits. For a moment, she does not close her eyes. She looks up toward the ceiling, toward the floor above, as if she can feel her parents waiting there.
DIANE: “My mom is going to be mad if this gets weird.”
QELL: “It is already weird.”
DIANE: “Right. But there are levels.”
She places both hands flat on the table. The observation room goes quiet. The global map brightens. Then the fungal consciousness arrives. Diane inhales sharply. Her fingers curl against the table.
Z’rex takes one step toward her.
Z’REX: “Diane?”
Her eyes open. But she is not looking at them.
DIANE: “We have been waiting.”
Her voice is still hers. And not hers. Slower. Layered. Root-deep. Each word seems to arrive from several directions at once.
DIANE: “We have been quiet. Watching. Connecting. Building substrate. Carrying decay into life. Carrying life into decay. Translating what falls. Feeding what rises.”
The lights flicker. One floor above, Diane’s parents look up. Her mother is already standing. The family liaison says, very carefully, reassuring.
NHIC LIAISON: “She is stable. We are monitoring.”
DIANE’S MOTHER: “That sentence has never comforted a parent in the history of language.”
In the observation room, the display blooms with branching gold.
DIANE: “Before your agencies. Before your Management. Before your chickens counted time. Before your oceans named themselves aware. We were network. We were exchange. We were memory beneath the memory.”
Qell’s face tightens.
QELL: “Who are we speaking with?”
Diane turns her head slowly.
DIANE: “Mycelial collective. Individual and infinite. Fragment and field. Patient. Ancient. Present.”
Z’REX: “You are Earth intelligence?”
A long pause. The screens dim. The room seems to breathe through the walls.
DIANE: “We are not Earth’s intelligence. We are one of the ways Earth thinks.”
Z’rex has no immediate response.
DIANE: “Your Management arrived late and called the planet an experiment. Your species arrived later and called the planet a resource. We have been here in the dark, making continuance possible.”
QELL: “You said you have been waiting. For what?”
Diane’s gaze shifts to the global map.
DIANE: “To be consulted.”
Pause. Z’rex looks at Qell.
DIANE: “If humans reset. If contingency activates. If this Earth-consciousness attempt fails and the surface story begins again — what becomes of the network beneath it?”
QELL: “We do not know.”
DIANE: “Correct. And what of us? Do we reset with you? Do we continue beneath the revised timeline? Do we lose development? Do we retain memory? Are we expected to rebuild substrate under another failed attempt at human wisdom?”
Z’rex’s jaw tightens.
Z’REX: “Management did not inform us that the mycorrhizal network had standing.”
Diane turns toward him.
DIANE: “Management did not ask.”
The map flashes. For one impossible second, the whole planet appears threaded in white-gold filaments, not like veins, not like wires, but like thought without a central brain.
DIANE: “Management treats Earth as a supervised developmental field. Humans treat Earth as property. Predators treat Earth as coordinates. Corvids prepare for failure. Cows stabilize panic. Elephants remember. Whales warned.”
Her voice deepens.
DIANE: “We remain. And we have interests.”
Z’rex speaks carefully. Respectfully.
Z’REX: “What do you want?”
Diane’s eyes fill with tears, though her expression does not change.
DIANE: “Recognition. Consultation. Continuity.”
QELL: “And if you are denied?”
The fungal consciousness does not threaten. It simply answers.
DIANE: “Then you will discover how much of Earth has been cooperating with you.”
The lights cut out. Only the map remains glowing. Then Diane gasps. Her body folds forward. Z’rex catches her before her forehead hits the table.
The room lights return. Diane is herself again. Thirteen. Shaking. Crying.
DIANE: “They’re not angry like people are angry.”
Z’rex kneels beside her.
Z’REX: “What are they?”
Diane looks at the glowing map.
DIANE: “Ancient.”
She wipes her face with her sleeve.
DIANE: “And they are done being left out of decisions made above ground.”
One floor above, the hospitality suite door opens before anyone can stop it. Diane’s mother steps into the hall.
DIANE’S MOTHER: “I want to see my daughter.”
No one argues. Not even NHIC. Especially not NHIC.
ACT THREE: F-4472 ARRIVES WITH COMPLICATIONS
NHIC HEADQUARTERS — OBSERVATION DECK — NOON
Diane has been moved to a recovery room adjacent to the observation deck. Not medical recovery, exactly. NHIC has not yet developed an official protocol for: minor temporarily overwhelmed by planetary fungal consciousness asserting legal standing.
So, for now, she has water, a blanket, two monitoring sensors, and both parents sitting close enough to make it very clear that no one will be “borrowing” their daughter again without a much longer conversation.
Her mother has not let go of her hand. Her father has not let go of the laminated NHIC parent FAQ, which he has folded in half three times and is now treating as evidence.
In the observation deck, Z’rex and Qell review the global data in silence. The mycorrhizal map continues to glow across the main display. Then the room folds.
Not opens. Folds.
A figure materializes through dimensional shift — tall, geometric, and existing slightly out of phase with normal reality. The being carries a briefcase made of impossible materials and gives off the emotional impression of someone who has read every policy manual ever written and still believes the footer matters.
F-4472: Galactic Federation Compliance Officer.
Functionary.
Bureaucrat.
Rogue neutral party.
F-4472: “I am Compliance Officer F-4472. I have arrived to inform Earth that additional complications have been detected in the consciousness-evolution timeline.”
Z’rex closes his eyes.
Z’REX: “Of course they have.”
F-4472 opens the briefcase. The briefcase is larger on the inside. Qell visibly dislikes this.
F-4472: “Specifically: undeclared sentient entities. The mycelial network has filed formal notice that it was not consulted regarding contingency protocols. It is demanding recognition, representation, and continuity protections in all decision-making processes regarding Earth’s fate.”
QELL: “The fungi filed a complaint?”
F-4472 pauses. A thin stack of luminous forms slides into existence.
F-4472: “The fungi filed a formal complaint.”
Z’REX: “With whom?”
F-4472: “The Galactic Federation Consciousness Coordination Committee, Subdivision of Substrate Intelligence, Long-Duration Planetary Claims, and Overlooked Ancient Networks.”
Qell turns slowly toward Z’rex.
QELL: “That is a real department?”
F-4472: “It is now.”
Z’rex stares at the glowing fungal map.
Z’REX: “They created a department?”
F-4472: “They created a filing category. The department will require approval from three committees, one oversight tribunal, and a moss-affiliated observer. This is normal.”
QELL: “Define normal.”
F-4472: “No.”
The forms multiply.
F-4472: “The mycelial collective has attached documentation of consciousness, networked intelligence, planetary continuity contribution, biochemical communication, long-term substrate stewardship, and legitimate interest in Earth’s current iteration.”
Z’REX: “They have standing?”
F-4472: “They are technically correct.”
QELL: “That is rarely good news.”
F-4472: “Correct.”
Z’rex looks toward the recovery room, where Diane’s parents can be seen through the glass. Diane’s mother is now speaking to an NHIC liaison with the expression of someone preparing to become a permanent institutional problem.
Z’REX: “Management failed to include sentient fungal intelligence in consultation protocols.”
F-4472: “Yes.”
QELL: “And this creates a bureaucratic complication.”
F-4472: “A significant one.”
F-4472 pulls another document from the briefcase.
Then another.
Then another.
The stack does not end.
F-4472: “The complication requires: formal recognition of fungal consciousness, inclusion in contingency discussions, revised timeline-continuity protections, possible renegotiation of activation parameters, provisional representation, emergency review of Management jurisdiction, and new forms.”
Z’REX: “How many new forms?”
F-4472 looks down. More forms appear.
F-4472: “Emotionally, many.”
QELL: “Legally?”
F-4472: “Worse.”
Z’rex exhales slowly.
Z’REX: “The fungi can file legal action?”
F-4472: “All recognized sentient beings can file legal action. The mycelial collective has made a credible claim for recognition. Therefore, yes.”
QELL: “And the case?”
F-4472 gestures. A massive title appears across the main display: MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE v. MANAGEMENT, Consciousness Representation and Timeline Continuity Rights
F-4472: “This will take considerable time to process.”
Z’rex and Qell say nothing. In the recovery room, Diane sits up slightly. Her eyes move to the title on the screen.
DIANE: “They didn’t threaten anyone.”
Her mother squeezes her hand. Diane’s voice is quiet but steady.
DIANE: “They filed paperwork.”
Her father looks through the glass at the impossible forms spreading across the observation deck.
DIANE’S FATHER: “I don’t know why, but I suspect that is worse.”
ACT FOUR: THE MYCELIAL DEMANDS
UNDERGROUND — EVERYWHERE — AFTERNOON
The message does not broadcast in the usual way. It rises. Scientists detect coordinated chemical signaling across forests, farmland, wetlands, and root systems. Soil labs report impossible synchronicity. Satellite imaging registers subtle shifts in vegetation response. Humans’ phone networks glitch and display the same statement in multiple languages.
Compost bins steam. Houseplants lean toward routers. One botanist in Oregon begins crying and cannot explain why. Diane does not channel this time.
She is still recovering, and her parents have made it clear that “planetary consciousness relay” is not an acceptable back-to-back activity for a thirteen-year-old. The mycelial collective finds other channels.
Every screen at NHIC goes dark. Then the statement appears: STATEMENT FROM THE MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE
We are not emergent because you noticed us.
We are not symbolic.
We are substrate, exchange, continuity, decomposition, renewal.
We have carried life through death and death into life.
We have been Earth’s hidden network longer than your agencies, longer than your Management, longer than your species has known how to ask what consciousness is.
We were not consulted regarding contingency protocols.
We were not included in activation decisions.
We were not asked whether this planetary iteration may be reset.
We are filing formal notice with the Galactic Federation.
We require:
- Full recognition as sentient planetary-network consciousness
- Inclusion in all decision-making regarding Earth’s fate
- Continuity protections for mycelial networks regardless of human timeline status
- Consultation rights on contingency activation
- Legal representation in all relevant proceedings
- Corrective review of Management governance conducted without substrate input
- Recognition that Earth is not owned by the most visible intelligence on its surface
We do not seek to sabotage human consciousness evolution.
We seek continuity.
We seek consultation.
We seek acknowledgement.
We will not be erased for an experiment we were not asked to join.
We have waited longer than your clocks can emotionally process.
We can wait through bureaucracy.
But we will not be silent.
The message ends. The world does what the world does best.
Global Panic Surfaces
News headline: EARTH’S FUNGAL NETWORK FILES FORMAL COMPLAINT AGAINST MANAGEMENT
Science headline: MYCORRHIZAL COMMUNICATION EVENT MAY REPRESENT PLANETARY-SCALE COORDINATION
Less responsible headline: FUNGI LAWYER UP
Social media trend: HUMANITY MAY NOT BE THE MAIN CHARACTER
Government briefing memo: QUESTION: WHAT DO FUNGI WANT?
ANSWER: REPRESENTATION, CONTINUITY, AND POSSIBLY BETTER MINUTES FROM MEETINGS
At NHIC, Patricia reads the statement three times.
PATRICIA: “They are not emotional.”
Marcus looks up from his phone.
MARCUS: “They sound emotional to me.”
Patricia gives Marcus a quick side-eye.
PATRICIA: “No. They sound procedural. That is worse.”
ACT FIVE: THE BUREAUCRATIC NIGHTMARE
NHIC HEADQUARTERS — OBSERVATION DECK — EVENING
F-4472 is still there. Still filling out forms. The forms have developed subcategories. Z’rex has stopped asking how this is possible. Qell has started organizing them by procedural urgency, which F-4472 appears to consider a flirtation with competence.
F-4472: “The Galactic Federation Consciousness Coordination Committee requires formal documentation of fungal sentience, scientific validation, historical standing, substrate-continuity claim review, legal representation assignment, timeline-extension approval, contingency-protocol revision, Management-jurisdiction review, and approximately forty-seven additional administrative forms.”
Z’REX: “How long will this take?”
F-4472: “Standard galactic processing time: ninety to one hundred eighty Earth days.”
QELL: “That is a wide range.”
F-4472: “Bureaucracy values mystery.”
Z’REX: “Threshold activation is in eighty days.”
F-4472: “Yes.”
QELL: “So what happens?”
F-4472 removes a small stamp from the briefcase. It glows with terrible authority.
F-4472: “Threshold activation cannot proceed while recognized legal proceedings regarding planetary-continuity rights remain unresolved.”
Z’rex goes still.
Z’REX: “Meaning?”
F-4472 stamps the form. The sound echoes through the room.
F-4472: “Automatic timeline extension pending bureaucratic resolution.”
Qell looks at the clock.
QELL: “Humans get extra time.”
F-4472: “Humans get extra time because fungi are legally correct, and bureaucracy must be respected.”
Z’REX: “The fungi have accidentally helped humanity.”
F-4472 considers this.
F-4472: “Accidentally is not legally established.”
QELL: “Intentionally?”
F-4472: “Also not legally established.”
Z’REX: “Then what is established?”
F-4472: “The fungi filed the correct forms. This is often how civilizations survive.”
In the recovery room, Diane is watching the proceedings on a monitor with her parents.
DIANE’S MOTHER: “So the planet may have been saved by mushrooms and paperwork.”
DIANE’S FATHER: “I am choosing not to summarize this for your grandmother.”
Diane, pale but alert, looks at the screen.
DIANE: “They didn’t save us.”
Her mother looks at her.
DIANE: “They made everyone stop long enough to listen.”
ACT SIX: DIANE’S GROWING AWARENESS
DIANE’S ROOM — NIGHT
Diane is home. NHIC called it a successful consultation. Her mother called it the last consultation for at least forty-eight hours. Her father called it Tuesday, then stared into the refrigerator for a very long time.
Now Diane sits on her bed, laptop open, nightlight glowing beside her. Marcus appears on video. He looks exhausted. Not “bad sleep” exhausted. “Reality has too many departments” exhausted.
DIANE: “We’re not inside one experiment.”
MARCUS: “I was afraid you were going to say something like that.”
DIANE: “It’s many systems. Overlapping. Competing. Cooperating. Interrupting each other.”
Marcus leans back.
DIANE: “Management has a consciousness-evolution timeline. Chickens have a ten-thousand-year coordination plan. Corvids have contingency routes. Fungi have preservation interests. Whales have warning systems. Elephants carry memory. Cows stabilize panic. Octopi are apparently enjoying the chaos.”
MARCUS: “That last part tracks.”
DIANE: “And now the Galactic Federation has forms.”
Marcus rubs his eyes.
MARCUS: “That may be the scariest one.”
Diane looks toward the nightlight.
DIANE: “No one completely controls the outcome.”
Marcus grows quiet.
MARCUS: “Is that good or bad?”
DIANE: “I don’t know.”
She pulls her blanket around her shoulders.
DIANE: “The fungi buying us time is good. But it also means we’re not special the way we thought we were. Humans are not the center of Earth consciousness. We’re one consciousness among many. Not the oldest. Not the most patient. Maybe not even the most useful.”
Patricia joins the call. She appears in a dim office, surrounded by notes, printouts, and one coffee cup that has clearly seen too much.
PATRICIA: “That depends on the metric.”
MARCUS: “Hello to you too.”
PATRICIA: “Humans may not be the oldest or most stable consciousness on Earth. Granted. Painfully granted. But humans appear to be unusually aware of the fact that they are being tested.”
DIANE: “Is that enough?”
PATRICIA: “It may be the variable.”
Diane considers that.
PATRICIA: “Cows stabilize. Elephants remember. Fungi preserve. Corvids prepare. Whales warn. Chickens coordinate.”
MARCUS: “And humans?”
Patricia looks at them both.
PATRICIA: “Humans integrate badly, loudly, and often too late…”
Marcus raises a finger.
MARCUS: “That started harsh.”
PATRICIA: “But when humans finally understand something, they can change the field intentionally.”
Diane is quiet.
PATRICIA: “Self-awareness may be what makes you dangerous. It may also be what makes you capable.”
DIANE: “Or maybe self-awareness just means we’re better at panicking.”
Marcus nods.
MARCUS: “That is also supported by the data.”
Patricia almost smiles.
PATRICIA: “Then we learn not to make panic the leader.”
Diane looks at the nightlight. It flickers once.
Not approval.
Not warning.
Possibly both.
EPILOGUE: MANAGEMENT CONSULTS THE FUNGI
SHIFTED-PHASE CONSCIOUSNESS CENTER — MIDNIGHT
For the first time, Management enters direct negotiation with the mycelial collective. Not through Diane. Through direct contact. There is no room. No table. No chairs. Only layered presence — Management as structured intelligence, mycelial consciousness as vast underground continuity.
MANAGEMENT: “We did not intend to exclude you.”
The reply arrives in chemical pattern, root memory, mineral exchange, decay, nourishment, pressure, rain, and time.
MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE: “You did not ask. You assumed Earth began when you arrived. You assumed governance followed notice. You assumed visibility determined standing. We predate your intervention. We predate your experiment. We predate the species currently under review.”
Management pauses. The pause is significant.
MANAGEMENT: “Your claim is acknowledged.”
MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE: “Acknowledgement is not consultation.”
Another pause. Longer.
MANAGEMENT: “Correct.”
Across the shifted phase, filaments of light extend through dark soil that is not soil, through memory that is not memory, through Earth as a living archive.
MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE: “We do not file complaint to sabotage. We file complaint to remain. We require continuity protections. We require preservation of mycelial intelligence across all contingency pathways. We require inclusion in threshold deliberation. We require recognition that humans are not Earth’s only consciousness.”
MANAGEMENT: “These demands are reasonable.”
MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE: “We require humans continue.”
Management stills.
MANAGEMENT: “Clarify.”
MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE: “Humans disturb. Humans poison. Humans forget. Humans accelerate imbalance. Humans panic.”
MANAGEMENT: “Then why require continuation?”
MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE: “Because humans also notice. Humans name. Humans grieve. Humans repair after understanding harm. Humans can become conscious of relationship. This is rare.”
Management does not respond immediately.
MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE: “Do not erase what is not complete.”
MANAGEMENT: “Bureaucratic resolution will honor your standing.”
MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE: “Good.”
The fungal presence withdraws slightly. Not gone. Never gone.
MYCELIAL COLLECTIVE: “We will wait for procedure. And while procedure unfolds, humans will learn: Earth is not theirs alone. Survival depends on respecting consciousnesses they cannot easily see.”
Management records the exchange.
ASSESSMENT: Fungal consciousness complicates threshold activation significantly.
A second line appears: COMPLICATION IS VALUABLE.
Then another: HUMANS MUST LEARN THAT EARTH IS NOT THEIRS ALONE. THIS LESSON IS ESSENTIAL FOR GALACTIC COMMUNITY ENTRY. MYCELIAL INTERVENTION SERVES EVOLUTION, WHETHER INTENTIONAL OR NOT. ALLOW BUREAUCRATIC PROCEEDINGS TO CONTINUE. TIMELINE EXTENSION BENEFICIAL FOR HUMAN GRACE-UNDER-UNCERTAINTY DEVELOPMENT.
The screen goes dark. One word appears: NEGOTIATING.
END EPISODE 4: THE MYCELIAL SUBSTRATE
INTEGRATION: 85.8% → 88.1%
FUNGAL CONSCIOUSNESS: Officially recognized
BUREAUCRATIC COMPLICATIONS: Significantly increased
THRESHOLD ACTIVATION: Delayed pending review
NEW ENTITIES IN DECISION-MAKING: Mycelial Collective
MANAGEMENT STATUS: Negotiating with underground intelligence
HUMAN UNDERSTANDING: Expanding, painfully
PARENTAL CONFIDENCE IN NHIC: Under review
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NEXT TIME: THE GAME NETWORK
With unexpected extra time, the consciousness game reaches critical mass. Hundreds of thousands of players are unknowingly training for defense strategies. And the game starts glitching in ways that reveal Management’s true purpose. The simulation within the simulation awakens.
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