The Adelaide Experiment

Steve stood at the Cochin International Airport, surrounded by his family, trying to hold back his emotions. His parents, flanked by his four sisters, beamed with pride and concern. The youngest two, Maria and Monica, clung to his legs, their eyes welling up with tears.

 

"Steve, don't forget to call us as soon as you reach Adelaide," his mother reminded him, her voice trembling.

 

"I will, Amma," Steve replied, using the Malayalam term for "mother." He knelt down to comfort his little sisters. "Hey, don't cry, kutty mol" – little sisters – "I'll be back before you know it."

 

His father, a tall, imposing figure with a kind face, placed a hand on Steve's shoulder. "We're proud of you, son. Make the most of this opportunity."

 

Jacinta, the eldest sister, smiled through tears. "We'll miss you, Steve. But we know you have to do this."

 

Rebecca, the third sister, chimed in, "Yeah, and don't forget to enjoy the Aussie food – meat pies and all that!"

 

Steve chuckled and ruffled her hair. "I will, Becca."

 

As the flight announcement came, Steve hugged his family members tightly, one by one. "I love you all. Take care, and don't worry about me."

 

With one last glance at his tearful family, Steve boarded the plane to Adelaide, via Singapore. As the aircraft took off, he gazed out the window, his heart filled with a mix of emotions – excitement, nervousness, and a hint of sadness.

 

As the plane soared through the skies, the details of Steve's upcoming academic journey unfolded like a roadmap to success. He was bound for Adelaide Technological University (ATU), where he would pursue a prestigious Master's degree in Applied Artificial Intelligence. This esteemed program would equip him with a deep understanding of AI's vast potential, from machine learning and natural language processing to computer vision and cognitive computing.

 

At ATU, Steve would immerse himself in a rigorous curriculum that harmonized theoretical foundations with practical applications, all geared towards tackling real-world challenges. He would engage with cutting-edge topics, collaborate on innovative projects, and contribute to the vibrant academic community that ATU was renowned for.

 

As the plane began its descent into Adelaide Airport, the city's charms awaited Steve like an open book. He would soon discover the delight of strolling along the scenic beaches, exploring the cultural attractions, and savoring the local cuisine. The warm climate and gentle breeze would envelop him, making him feel at home in this new chapter of his life.

 

Finally, the plane touched down, and Steve stepped out into the Adelaide sun, his heart filled with anticipation. The next two years would be a transformative journey, one that would hone his skills, broaden his perspectives, and shape his future in the realm of artificial intelligence.

 

Steve hailed a taxi outside the airport and headed to his student accommodation in the city. As he arrived at the modern building, he was greeted by a friendly staff member who showed him to his room.

                                                                     *

The next day, while exploring the accommodation's common room, Steve met Sopheak, an international student from Cambodia, who was struggling to assemble a bookshelf.

 

"Hey, need a hand?" Steve asked, walking over to assist.

 

"Thanks, I'm Sopheak," he replied, smiling. "I'm not exactly a handyman."

 

Steve chuckled. "I'm Steve. I think we're both in the same boat. I'm still figuring out this city."

 

As they worked on the bookshelf, Steve met Jian, a Chinese student from Adelaide, who joined their conversation.

 

"G'day guys, welcome to Adelaide! I saw you struggling and thought I'd introduce myself," Jian said with a friendly smile.

 

The three of them chatted about their courses, interests, and cultural backgrounds. Steve was fascinated by Sopheak's stories about Cambodian cuisine and Jian's experiences growing up in Adelaide's Chinese community.

 

Over the next few days, Steve settled into his new routine, attending orientation events and meeting more students. He, Sopheak, and Jian often studied together, exploring the city's food scene and sharing laughter.

 

One evening, as they walked back to their accommodation, Jian asked, "Hey Steve, how's your Masters program going so far?"

 

"It's challenging but exciting," Steve replied. "I'm enjoying the coursework and meeting people from diverse backgrounds."

 

Sopheak nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. It's amazing how much we can learn from each other."

 

As they entered the accommodation, Jian suggested, "Hey, let's have a potluck dinner this weekend and share dishes from our cultures!"

 

Steve and Sopheak enthusiastically agreed, already looking forward to the culinary adventure.

 

Steve walked into his first class at Adelaide Technological University, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As he took his seat, he noticed his classmates chatting anxiously about the course.

 

"Guys, have you seen the syllabus? We have to code in Python and build an NLP model in the first semester alone!" one student whispered.

 

"I know, right? I've never even seen Python code before," another student replied, looking worried.

 

Steve nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'm a bit concerned too. I've had some experience with Python, but NLP is a new area for me."

 

Their lecturer, Dr. Lee, walked in and began the class. "Welcome, everyone, to Applied Artificial Intelligence. I know some of you may be feeling overwhelmed, but don't worry, we'll take it one step at a time."

 

As Dr. Lee explained the course outline, Steve's classmates grew more anxious. "So, let me get this straight – we have to build a functional NLP model by the end of the semester?" one student asked.

 

Dr. Lee nodded. "That's correct. And I expect you all to be proficient in Python programming by then."

 

The class erupted into a chorus of worried murmurs. Steve joined in, "I'm a bit worried about the workload, but I'm looking forward to learning more about NLP."

 

Jian, who was sitting next to Steve, leaned over and whispered, "Dude, I've heard Dr. Lee is tough. We're in for a challenge."

 

Sopheak, on the other side of Steve, nodded in agreement. "I've never even worked with NLP before. This is going to be tough."

 

Dr. Lee raised his voice above the din. "I understand your concerns, but I assure you, with dedication and hard work, you'll all be able to keep up. Now, let's move on to the first topic – Python basics."

                                                                         *

Dr. Lee handed out the first assignment, a comprehensive project that required students to develop a Python program, write a detailed textual summary, and create a video presentation explaining their work.

 

As the class began to discuss the assignment, Jian turned to Steve and Sopheak and suggested, "Hey, we should form a study group to work on this together. We can meet up regularly and help each other out."

 

Sopheak nodded enthusiastically. "That's a great idea! We can share our strengths and weaknesses, and make sure we're all on the same page."

 

Steve hesitated, looking uncertain. "I'm not sure I'll be able to make it to group meetings. My schedule is pretty tight."

 

Jian raised an eyebrow. "What's going on? You've got a lot on your plate?"

 

Steve shrugged vaguely. "Just a lot of things I need to take care of. I'll figure it out."

 

Sopheak looked disappointed, but Jian just shrugged. "Ok, no worries. We'll manage without you."

 

Jian and Sopheak began making plans to meet up, leaving Steve to his own devices.

                                                                         *

Steve settled into his routine as an international student in Adelaide. He attended classes, worked on assignments, and explored the city in his free time. He marveled at the scenic beaches, visited the Adelaide Central Market, and tried new foods.

 

Despite his initial hesitation, Steve started to connect with his classmates, including Jian and Sopheak, who continued to study together without him. They would occasionally meet up for coffee or lunch, discussing everything from coursework to their personal lives.

 

Steve also joined the university's international student club, where he met people from diverse backgrounds. They shared their experiences, struggles, and triumphs, forming a supportive community.

 

As the semester progressed, Steve grew more confident in his abilities. He excelled in his coursework, particularly in Python programming and NLP. His professors praised his work, and he started to feel a sense of belonging in Adelaide.

 

However, Steve still felt a pang of homesickness. He missed his family and friends back in India, and the distance sometimes felt overwhelming. He stayed connected with them through regular video calls and updates on social media.

 

Despite the challenges, Steve remained determined to make the most of his time in Adelaide. He knew that this experience would shape his future, and he was eager to learn and grow.

                                                                         *

Steve stepped out of his city accommodation, taking a deep breath of the crisp Adelaide air. He began his walk to St. Francis Xavier Cathedral, strolling down Wakefield Street. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the city, and Steve felt a sense of peace settle over him.

 

As he walked, he passed by the bustling cafes and restaurants, the sounds of laughter and conversation filling the air. He turned onto Victoria Square, the cathedral's stunning architecture coming into view.

 

Steve entered the cathedral, admiring the beautiful stained-glass windows and serene atmosphere. He took a seat, enjoying the quiet moment to himself.

 

After Mass, Steve noticed a group of people gathered near the altar, praying the Rosary to the Virgin Mary. They spoke softly, their words a gentle murmur. Steve joined them, drawn by the peaceful atmosphere.

 

As they finished, a young man smiled and introduced himself as John. "Welcome, Steve. We don't often see new faces here. What brings you to Adelaide?"

 

Steve shared his story, and they listened attentively. John asked, "What do you like to do in your free time?"

 

Steve smiled. "I enjoy exploring the city and trying new foods."

 

John nodded. "You'll love Adelaide then! We have a great food scene here."

 

As they chatted, Steve felt a sense of belonging. These strangers had become friends in a matter of minutes. They exchanged numbers, and John invited Steve to a local event.

 

John smiled. "We'll have to catch up again soon, Steve. Take care!"

 

Steve left the cathedral feeling grateful for the encounter. He realized that even in a new city, he could find a sense of community and connection.

                                                                         *

Dr. Lee walked into the classroom, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Alright, class. Your next assignment is going to be a challenging one. You'll be designing a complex AI model for traffic management systems."

 

Jian's eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing! I've always been interested in transportation systems."

 

Sopheak nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's a great opportunity to apply our skills to a real-world problem."

 

But as Dr. Lee began to explain the details of the assignment, one student, Emily, started to look increasingly worried. "Wait, we have to design a model that can predict traffic patterns and optimize traffic light timing? That sounds really hard."

 

Dr. Lee nodded. "It is a complex task, but I have faith in all of you. You've made great progress so far in the course."

 

Emily looked unconvinced. "But what if I fail? What if my model doesn't work?"

 

Jian tried to reassure her. "We can work together, Emily. We can share our ideas and help each other out."

But Emily just shook her head, looking more and more nervous by the minute.

 

Meanwhile, Steve sat quietly in the background, taking notes and observing the conversation.

 

As the class continued, Dr. Lee handed out the assignment details and the students began to discuss their plans. Emily, however, just sat there, looking overwhelmed and worried.

 

As the class came to a close, the students filed out of the room, still discussing the assignment in worried tones.

 

"I don't know how we're going to get this done," Emily said, shaking her head. "It's so much work."

 

"I know, right?" Jian replied. "But we can do it if we work together."

 

Sopheak nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we just need to break it down into smaller tasks and tackle each one step by step."

 

Steve walked alongside them, joining in the conversation. "I think we should start by researching existing traffic management systems and see what we can learn from them."

 

But as they continued to talk, Steve's contributions became less frequent. He trailed behind the group, lost in thought.

 

Finally, he spoke up again. "Hey, guys, I've got to take off. See you later."

 

The others nodded and said goodbye as Steve turned and walked away.

 

The remaining students continued on their way, still discussing the assignment and their plans for tackling it. As they went their separate ways, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about the challenging task ahead.

 

"I'll see you all at the next class," Jian called out as they dispersed.

 

"Yeah, let's try to have a plan by then," Sopheak replied.

 

Emily just nodded and kept walking, already feeling overwhelmed by the task ahead.

                                                                         *

Steve walked home, his footsteps quiet on the city streets. He entered his flat, a cozy space that he shared with no one. He slipped off his shoes and made his way to his room, a sanctuary filled with wires and tech devices.

 

The room was dimly lit, with soft hums and gentle beeps emanating from the various gadgets. Steve moved through the space with ease, his eyes adjusting to the soft light.

 

He picked up the assignment task sheet and began to read it aloud, his voice low and steady. As he read, he stood still, his eyes scanning the page.

 

When he finished, he set the sheet down and turned away. He walked to the kitchen, his movements quiet and efficient. He prepared a simple meal, his hands moving with practiced ease.

 

After eating, Steve returned to his room. He settled onto his bed, his body relaxing into the softness. His eyes grew heavy, and he let out a quiet sigh.

 

As the darkness closed in, Steve's breathing slowed, and he drifted off to sleep. The soft hums and beeps of his devices provided a gentle background noise, a soothing accompaniment to his slumber.
                                                                         *

The next day, the students gathered outside the professor's office, chatting nervously as they waited to submit their assignments. Emily shook her head, "I don't know how I'm going to get through this course, that assignment was tough!"

Steve nodded thoughtfully, his expression introspective.

When Sopheak turned to him and asked, "Hey Steve, how's it going?" he replied, "Oh, just trying to stay on top of things."

The others continued to chat, discussing their assignments and sharing stories of late-night studying.

Later that day, the professor addressed the class, "I've reviewed the assignments, and I'm pleased with the results. Some of you really demonstrated a great understanding of the material."

The semesters rolled on, a steady rhythm of classes, assignments, and exams. The students' lives became a blur of lectures, study sessions, and late-night conversations.

                                                                         *

One day in November, Steve's doorbell rang, breaking the silence of his flat. He opened the door to find Jian standing in the hallway, a casual smile on his face.

 

"Hey, Steve," Jian said. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by. I've never been to your place before, so I figured it was time I paid you a visit."

 

Steve raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by the unexpected visit. "Yeah, sure. Come on in."

 

Jian stepped inside, looking around the flat with interest. Steve closed the door behind him, wondering what had brought Jian to his doorstep.

 

Steve's eyes widened slightly as Jian entered his room without hesitation. Jian's gaze swept across the space, taking in the tangled wires, minicomputers, and various devices that covered every available surface.

 

At first, Jian's expression was one of surprise, his eyebrows shooting up as he struggled to take it all in. But as his eyes landed on a few specific devices, his surprise gave way to amazement, and then a growing suspicion.

 

"Steve, what's going on here?" Jian asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and wariness. He took a step closer to a device that seemed to be humming with a soft, blue light. "This looks like...is that an AI-powered neural network?"

 

Jian's eyes darted back to Steve, his gaze piercing. "What does all this mean, Steve? What are you working on?"

 

Steve shifted uncomfortably, trying to evade Jian's question. "Hey, do you want something to eat? I've got some leftovers in the kitchen."

 

But Jian wasn't having it. His eyes were fixed on the device, his mind racing with possibilities. "Is that AI?" he asked, his voice firm.

 

Steve sighed, his expression turning serious. "No, that's Bespoke Intelligence. I call it BI."

 

Jian's curiosity was piqued. "What does it do?"

 

Steve's voice took on a more serious tone, his words measured. "That's my personal business."

 

Jian felt a sting of hurt, but Steve's expression remained firm. "I think you should leave now," Steve said, his tone polite but unwavering.

 

Jian hesitated, unsure of what to make of Steve's sudden change in demeanor. But something in Steve's words told him to back off. He nodded, feeling a bit rebuffed, and headed for the door. "Okay, I'll leave. But Steve, what's going on with you?"

Steve didn't respond, instead saying quietly, "Take care, Jian."

 

Then, he gently but firmly closed the door, leaving Jian standing alone in the hallway.

 

Jian headed off, his mind reeling with questions. "What's going on with Steve?" he thought to himself. "I've never seen him like that before. He's always been so open and friendly, but now...now he's secretive and distant."

 

Jian shook his head, trying to process the sudden change in his friend's behavior. "Bespoke Intelligence," he repeated, wondering what it could be. "And what's with the devices? It looks like some kind of advanced tech..."

 

As he walked away from Steve's flat, Jian couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He had a nagging sense that Steve was hiding something big.

                                                                         *

The final project, codenamed "Eclipse," loomed over the students like a behemoth. It was the culmination of their Master's degree, a comprehensive task that would test their skills, knowledge, and dedication. The project's scope was daunting: design and develop an innovative solution to a real-world problem, using cutting-edge technology and techniques.

 

As the deadline drew near, the students grew increasingly anxious. They spent long hours in the lab, pouring over lines of code, testing prototypes, and refining their ideas. The air was thick with tension, as everyone worried about meeting the expectations of their professors and the industry partners who would be evaluating their work.

 

But amidst the chaos, Steve appeared unflustered. His teammates exchanged nervous glances, wondering how he could be so relaxed when the stakes were so high.

 

"Doesn't he feel the pressure?" someone whispered.

 

"Maybe he's just confident," another student replied. "Or maybe he's got a secret plan."

 

As the final presentation drew near, the students' anxiety reached a fever pitch. But Steve’s calm demeanor was both inspiring and unnerving, leaving everyone wondering: what did Steve know that they didn't?

                                                                         *

As the students huddled together in the lab, frantically trying to debug their code, Emily turned to Ryan and whispered, "Hey, have you ever noticed how Steve just seems to coast through this program?"

 

Ryan looked up from his screen, furrowing his brow. "What do you mean?"

 

"I mean, I've never seen him work on an assignment," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He just submits these perfect projects, like he's effortlessly gliding through the coursework."

 

Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "And have you ever seen him take notes in class?"

 

Emily shook her head. "No, he just sits there, staring off into space. I've never seen him actively listen to a lecture."

 

Ryan's eyes widened in amazement. "I know, right? It's like he's got some secret source of knowledge or something."

 

The two students exchanged a puzzled glance. "How does he do it?" Emily wondered aloud. "I mean, we're all struggling to keep up, and he's just... cruising."

 

Ryan shrugged. "Maybe he's just a genius or something."

 

But Emily wasn't convinced. "No, there's something more to it. I've seen him around campus, always working on that mysterious project of his. I think he's been focusing on that instead of the coursework."

 

Ryan's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "You think that's what's going to be his final project?"

 

Emily nodded. "I'm sure of it. And I have a feeling it's going to be something incredible."

                                                                         *

Steve walked to his flat, the evening sun casting a warm glow over the campus. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his final project was due tomorrow, and he hadn't even started working on it.

 

As he entered his room, he dropped his bag on the floor and picked up the project specifications. He began to read the entire project specification document aloud, his voice steady and clear, without a hint of concern.

 

"'Design and develop an innovative solution to a real-world problem, using cutting-edge technology and techniques...'"

 

He set the paper down, still looking unphased by the looming deadline. He seemed to be savoring the challenge, rather than feeling anxious about it.

 

Steve got up, stretched, and headed to the kitchen to grab some food. As he rummaged through the fridge, he whistled a tune, feeling carefree.

After eating, he headed back to his room, climbed into bed, and drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the soft glow and gentle beeping of his devices.

The room was filled with an air of anticipation, as if something was about to unfold. But Steve just slept peacefully, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the frenzy of his peers.

 

As Steve slumbered, oblivious to the ticking clock, the universe seemed to hold its breath. This was it – the final test. The culmination of two years of study, of trials and tribulations, of late-night cram sessions and endless cups of coffee.

 

But this was no ordinary test. This was the ultimate assessment, the one that would separate the true innovators from the pretenders. And Steve, with his unorthodox methods and mysterious devices, was about to face the music.

 

For in the hallowed halls of ATU, the use of AI for assessment work was a taboo of the highest order. A transgression so severe, so fraught with peril, that only the bravest (or most foolhardy) would dare to attempt it.

 

Let it be known: the punishment for using AI for assessment work at ATU was very, very serious. Heavy. The kind of consequences that could shatter a career, destroy a reputation, and leave a student forever scarred.

 

But Steve slept on, serene and untroubled.

                                                                         *

The day of reckoning arrived, and Steve's project was submitted with ease, its innovative brilliance radiating like a beacon. The evaluation process was rigorous, with professors and industry experts poring over each submission with meticulous care.

 

But as they delved into Steve's work, a collective awe began to spread. The sheer genius, the mastery of cutting-edge technology, and the seamless integration of Bespoke Intelligence left them breathless.

 

Finally, the results were in. The professors gathered the class, their faces stern, yet hinting at a hidden excitement.

 

"Today, we witness greatness," Professor Thompson began, his voice trembling with emotion. "Steve's project has not only surpassed our expectations but has set a new benchmark for excellence. His grade? A perfect score. The highest ever achieved in the history of ATU."

 

The class erupted into applause, stunned whispers spreading like wildfire. "He's done the impossible," someone whispered.

 

Professor Lee took over, her eyes shining with pride. "Steve's work demonstrates a depth of understanding, a mastery of AI, and an innovative spirit that is truly unparalleled. He has single-handedly raised the bar for our program."

 

As the professors continued to sing Steve's praises, the class listened in awe, their minds reeling with the implications. Steve, the enigmatic genius, had achieved what no one thought possible. He had redefined the boundaries of excellence, cementing his place in the annals of ATU's history.

                                                                         *

The graduation ceremony unfolded with pomp and circumstance, the auditorium filled with proud families, friends, and faculty. Steve, resplendent in his cap and gown, stood tall, his eyes shining with a mix of excitement and humility.

 

As the valedictorian, Steve was tasked with delivering the graduation speech. He took his place at the podium, adjusting the microphone to his height. He cleared his throat, surveying the sea of expectant faces before him.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed faculty, proud parents, and fellow graduates," Steve began, his voice strong and clear.

 

He paused, taking a deep breath, as the audience leaned in, eager to hear his words.

 

"Today, we stand at the threshold of a new chapter in our lives. A chapter filled with promise, uncertainty, and limitless possibility."

 

Steve's eyes scanned the crowd, meeting the gaze of his peers, his professors, and his loved ones.

 

"We've worked tirelessly to reach this moment, pouring our hearts, minds, and souls into our craft. And now, as we go forth, we carry with us the knowledge, skills, and passion to shape the world."

 

Steve's voice grew more confident, his words infused with conviction.

 

"But as we embark on this journey, let us not forget the power of innovation, the importance of creativity, and the boundless potential of the human spirit."

 

The audience listened, entranced, as Steve's speech wove a spell of inspiration and hope.

 

And then, just as Steve was about to deliver the final blow, the culmination of his speech, he paused, a disarming smile spreading across his face...

 

Steve took a deep breath and launched into a revelatory speech, "I have to make a personal confession, one that may shock and surprise you all. I am not who you think I am. I was employed by a member of the university administration to conduct an ethical AI experiment, one that pushed the boundaries of artificial intelligence and human ingenuity. I created a Bespoke Intelligence model, one that generated material so tailored, so bespoke, that it rivaled human creativity. This model learned from my actions, my behavior, and produced work that was indistinguishable from my own. I submitted it all, bypassing the university's AI detectors, and excelled in this course without learning a single thing. I am the product of a grand experiment, one that raises questions about the nature of intelligence, creativity, and human achievement. I am sorry if my actions have hurt or deceived any of you, and I hope that my story will spark a necessary conversation about the ethics of AI and its role in our lives." The audience sat in stunned silence, their minds reeling with the implications of Steve's words.

 

The audience's initial stunned silence gave way to a simmering anger, which soon boiled over into a furious uproar. Shouts of "Cheater!" and "Deceiver!" filled the air as the crowd's outrage grew. Steve's friends, who had been beaming with pride just moments before, now rushed to the stage, their faces twisted in rage. They grabbed Steve, pulling him down from the podium, and dragged him off the stage. The scene descended into chaos, with some people demanding Steve's expulsion, while others called for an investigation into the university's administration. The ceremony, meant to be a celebration of academic achievement, had devolved into a scandalous spectacle, with Steve at its center.

                                                                         *

I stand quietly at the podium, my face a mask of serenity, but my mind racing with thoughts. As the VC of ATU, I had employed Steve to conduct this experiment, to push the boundaries of AI and human ingenuity. But I hadn't expected him to reveal the truth like this. I nod subtly to Steve, indicating that the promised 200,000 AUD had been transferred to his account.

 

I know that Steve will come to me, to explain how he circumvented our AI detecting system. And with that knowledge, we will strengthen our defenses, ensuring that no student can ever cheat like this again. Steve had never intended to cheat like some others who had cheated. He had only worked for the University, specifically for me, as a sort of ethical hacker. He was actually a wonderful guy, who had been helping the University detect AI usage at an amazingly deep level. But no one understands that. The crowd is simply furious at him, and some of our security guards are attempting to get Steve out of the place. Hopefully, they will succeed.

 

But as I look out at the chaos before me, I am struck by a sense of unease. This is the story, a tale of innovation and deception. And you, dear reader, may wonder, did I write this story? Or was it generated by the very AI we sought to detect?

 

These are troubling times, indeed. I myself am unsure what parts of this tale were crafted by human hands and what parts were generated by the machines. Perhaps no one will ever know. I leave that to your interpretation.

 

I am left to ponder, what exactly does it mean to be creative? The answer, much like the authorship of this story, remain shrouded in uncertainty.

 

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