He was always falling. It was just something he did. He was prone to it. He fell , tripped and jumped over and off everything. Agent Six had always been on the look out for such and stop him , catch him or help him up. But now Agent Six seemed to be no where in sight or around at all. He was off on a trip somewhere. This time was slightly different. Rex had no naites to help him and heal him and Agent Six was no where around to stop him from falling or catch him so he was safe. Rex was worried and scared. He thought he was going to die.
This time started this way it started in a normal day like this and every other day but then it went all bad. Bio Wolf and the pack attacked them.
This is how his day went:
This fall was different. Very different. He was not safe this time. He felt as if he was going to die. He knew he was going to die. He was sure of it. Oh God no. He was falling again. He was prone to falling, he fell all the time or jumped from high places but this time it was different. He was falling fast and could not build out his boogie pack jet pack. He was afraid. He was going to die. The ground was coming up fast. He was thrown off the ship known as the keep. The mobile headquarters for Providence. The pack attacked.
The next thing Rex knew VK attack him and took his nanites, and now the handy man second in command of the pack the EVO wolf man thing known as bio wolf was holding him over the edge of the ship. Then Bio wolf tossed him off the edge of the ship to get rid of him and he had no nanites to safe him. He was so far up he was still falling and fast and he had time to think and be afraid of his soon to be death. He could not even scream.
"Rex? What are you doing stop messing around a fooling about!" A voice came over his communicator.
"Come on guys don't you see that ground come up pretty fast? A little help here before I become a pancake!" He yelled into his communicator.
It just would not come out. He could not. scream no matter how hard he tried. This was just it. He was over. Suddenly the black jump jet of Agent Six's flew fast under him and Agent Six opened it's hatch to open the jump jets door. This let Rex fall into the jump jet restively safely. And it was over all better than hitting the ground hand and fast. He fell into it and hit the back wall with a hard smack. It hurt and it was suddenly and hard but it was better than what hitting the ground would have been.
He sighed. Ow but he was alive. His adoptive father Agent Six saved him last minute. Thank God. Rex was safe.. Worried about his nanites and VK but he was alive and relatively safe. Good thing he was close by and noticed what was happening and had saved him by letting him fall into the moving jet. It was a good use of reflex , timing and other amazing skills. Something only Agent Six was able to pull of. Something only Agent Six could do.
"Thanks guys." He thanked them "But this is not good. Not good at all. I think we have a problem" He declared as he told the others about him losing his powers and VK taking his nanites Falling was bad. But losing his nanite to his enemy was worse. Falling because of losing his nanites to his enemy was simply just horrible. But he was lucky to have Six.
"I lost my nanites. VK stole them. Then Bio Wolf tossed me off the edge on the open door of the keep ship" Rex explained. "I thought I was done for. Thanks again for picking me up."
Agent Six was always there to help him and catch him or pick him up when he jumped to far or fell. Even when he thought Agent Six was no where to be seen.
Rex fell a lot. He was just prone to that such of stuff. Six knew this apparently. So he was always on the look out and was there to save and help Rex when ever he needed. The kid was also prone to tripping. Even over his own feet. Six was always ready to catch him and pick him up. Doctor Holiday and Agent Six were there to help patch him up and help him when he nanites could not or failed to do so.
He got hurt a lot from falling and jumping without looking. But Doctor Holiday and Agent Six helped get him back onto his feet and heal him. Help him patch and bandage up his unhealed wounds, cuts ,scratches and such all up. Make him feel better. It was a common thing for them to do such things. Make sure Rex was fine and make him all alright. Agent Six was always there to pick him up and save him. Doctor Holiday was always there to help patch him up. Both were always there to help him even when his trusty nanites were not there to help him. They were trusty but not always reliable even when it felt like they were. His family was there to help him.
"I need my boogie pack jet pack still and VK can not keep those nanites. We need to figure out what we have to do. What we are going to do guys?" Rex asked talking to Agent Six and Doctor Holiday. They came up with a fighting plan. He was going to do what everyone else was going to do. It was going to work out this time just like all the other times.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Theme 028 - Flying (about 1,024 words)
Rex loved flying. He thought it was one of the best thing ever. Only a few other things were as cool and neat as flying was. Flying was awesome. He just felt so free when he was flying. The air in his hair the wind against his face. It was amazing. Beautiful. He could get out and do what he wanted. Go where he wanted. Leave providence behind. Sure he'd come back and or they would find him. Whatever came first. But still flying away with the boogie pack jet pack was an amazing awesome experience that he loved. It was one of his favorite thing to do. One of his favorite builds. He loved it when he trained with his jet pack. He felt free. He felt light. He felt invincible.
He was doing one such training exercise today. He was flying around the providence keep with Six supervising his training, making sure that Rex didn't fly off and run away again. They needed him here today. They couldn't wast resources trying to get him when they had important things to attend to after this. Rex was smiling big and laughing a lot as he fly loops around the big ship known as the keep. The keep was providence's mobile headquarters and a home away from home for Rex.
Soon enough it was time for him to come in. Training was over for the day, at least morning training was. The fourteen year old boy complained. Rex whined and complained a lot. He wanted to stay out a bit longer. Six sternly told him to come back in now and that they had things to do. The boy complained more. Rex turned and flew away. Six yelled behind him to get back then called him on the ear piece communicator and told him to come back but the young boy ignored him and tossed the communicator away over the water.
Rex continued to fly off enjoying his flight. Not thinking about what and who he was leaving behind or what trouble he was in or more like would be in when he got home or was found. Flying high over a small down and over a desert. Rex loved it. Flying was amazing after all. He felt the wind slam against his exposed face and his goggles. It was a wonderful experience. He simply just loved it. And now he was free for the day too. It was so great. He knew he would have to go back sometime soon but that was oat because he was enjoying that day and free time that he had now. He knew it wouldn't last long or forever but he would fly as much as he could until he had to return home.
He flew to the mountains. The forest was just lovely. He love the forest more then the wind in his hair during flight. He enjoyed the peace and quite and the secluded of the forest. He laid back and relaxed for a long while , until it was about midday. At noon he woke from his nap and deiced that he was there long enough and took off for a flight again. He made the boogie pack jet pack once more and flew away.
He loved it. The cold rush of air on his face woke up his senses more from his nap as he went any way he wanted and felt like. The freedom that flight brought him. Again he thought about how much he loved flying. Flying was amazing. Flying was just wonderful. Really was awesome.
He flew loops and circles around what ever he came across. He laughed as he flew around. It was so much fun to get that rush as he dipped up and down and flew every which way. The wind swooshing all around him. He figured Six and providence was still searching for him and that he should get back home but he did not care he wanted to fly more and be free. Kinda like a bird. He didn't need wings , like real feather like wings. He had his own jet pack to coast the skies with. It made him feel like the sky was his and his alone.
As the skies got dark he decided he should head home and face his lecture. He turned into the direction of home, providence headquarters and headed home. He flew and flew. He relied how far he flew he had a ways to go before he got home. His flight was a long one. How he was not tired was bond him. Also how he was not found was a loss to him. His flight was finally over as he got home. He reached the front gates and landed. He was home. He tried to sneak in but he knew it was no sue and he was right.
Six was waiting for him and noticed when he came in. Here it goes he was going to get yelled at and worse of all he would not be allowed to fly for training for a long time to come.
"Go to your room , you're grounded Rex. I'm both mad and disappointed at you. We'll talk in the morning." Six said pointing to the direction of the boy's room. Rex sighed and walked to his room with his head hung low.
He loved to fly. It was true. Flying was amazing and was part of freedom. He tried to fly all the time. He flew as much as he was allowed to and had time to. He felt so free when ever he did. But he abused his privileges a lot like he did today and he would fly off running away took a new meaning and he would not come home for hours. Six would punish him but not letting him train with his boogie pack jet pack for months. The boy hated it. But Rex knew it was fair. He deserved such a punishment. But soon enough he would be back in the skies flying once more with a huge grin and the wind in his hair. Because flying was awesome.
He was doing one such training exercise today. He was flying around the providence keep with Six supervising his training, making sure that Rex didn't fly off and run away again. They needed him here today. They couldn't wast resources trying to get him when they had important things to attend to after this. Rex was smiling big and laughing a lot as he fly loops around the big ship known as the keep. The keep was providence's mobile headquarters and a home away from home for Rex.
Soon enough it was time for him to come in. Training was over for the day, at least morning training was. The fourteen year old boy complained. Rex whined and complained a lot. He wanted to stay out a bit longer. Six sternly told him to come back in now and that they had things to do. The boy complained more. Rex turned and flew away. Six yelled behind him to get back then called him on the ear piece communicator and told him to come back but the young boy ignored him and tossed the communicator away over the water.
Rex continued to fly off enjoying his flight. Not thinking about what and who he was leaving behind or what trouble he was in or more like would be in when he got home or was found. Flying high over a small down and over a desert. Rex loved it. Flying was amazing after all. He felt the wind slam against his exposed face and his goggles. It was a wonderful experience. He simply just loved it. And now he was free for the day too. It was so great. He knew he would have to go back sometime soon but that was oat because he was enjoying that day and free time that he had now. He knew it wouldn't last long or forever but he would fly as much as he could until he had to return home.
He flew to the mountains. The forest was just lovely. He love the forest more then the wind in his hair during flight. He enjoyed the peace and quite and the secluded of the forest. He laid back and relaxed for a long while , until it was about midday. At noon he woke from his nap and deiced that he was there long enough and took off for a flight again. He made the boogie pack jet pack once more and flew away.
He loved it. The cold rush of air on his face woke up his senses more from his nap as he went any way he wanted and felt like. The freedom that flight brought him. Again he thought about how much he loved flying. Flying was amazing. Flying was just wonderful. Really was awesome.
He flew loops and circles around what ever he came across. He laughed as he flew around. It was so much fun to get that rush as he dipped up and down and flew every which way. The wind swooshing all around him. He figured Six and providence was still searching for him and that he should get back home but he did not care he wanted to fly more and be free. Kinda like a bird. He didn't need wings , like real feather like wings. He had his own jet pack to coast the skies with. It made him feel like the sky was his and his alone.
As the skies got dark he decided he should head home and face his lecture. He turned into the direction of home, providence headquarters and headed home. He flew and flew. He relied how far he flew he had a ways to go before he got home. His flight was a long one. How he was not tired was bond him. Also how he was not found was a loss to him. His flight was finally over as he got home. He reached the front gates and landed. He was home. He tried to sneak in but he knew it was no sue and he was right.
Six was waiting for him and noticed when he came in. Here it goes he was going to get yelled at and worse of all he would not be allowed to fly for training for a long time to come.
"Go to your room , you're grounded Rex. I'm both mad and disappointed at you. We'll talk in the morning." Six said pointing to the direction of the boy's room. Rex sighed and walked to his room with his head hung low.
He loved to fly. It was true. Flying was amazing and was part of freedom. He tried to fly all the time. He flew as much as he was allowed to and had time to. He felt so free when ever he did. But he abused his privileges a lot like he did today and he would fly off running away took a new meaning and he would not come home for hours. Six would punish him but not letting him train with his boogie pack jet pack for months. The boy hated it. But Rex knew it was fair. He deserved such a punishment. But soon enough he would be back in the skies flying once more with a huge grin and the wind in his hair. Because flying was awesome.
Friday, January 2, 2015
Theme 027 - Safe in your arms (about ,1070 words)
He felt safe. The ten year old felt safe now. Rex slept soundly as he snuggled close to his adoptive father's chest. The man's arms wrapped around the boy. He was safe now. The boy had quite a day. So did his father, Agent Six. Six had a very stressful day. Rex had been kidnapped and they had no clue where he was or who had taken him. It was very worrying. The sound of the boy's cry when he was grabbed was heartbreaking. Six was still kicking himself that he let his guard down and that he was not fast enough to stop this from happening but he was thankful to have his son back now. Rex always felt safe in his father's arms but now especially he felt comfort and secure.
Six remembered how the day started. It was going so well. Rex completed his training without complaint the father and son ate breakfast together and he allowed Rex to have sugary cereal for once. There were no EVOs to fight. They had a morning off. He decided that Rex needed to get out and get some fresh air so he took the boy out to the city for a walk and lunch at his favorite pizza place. A rare treat and a rare act on Six's part. Now Six wished they just stayed home at the headquarters. They would have never had such a traumatic day... then Rex would have been safe all day.
They had finished their walk and were heading to their next destination of the pizza shop, Rex happily and excitedly rambling on and on about what kind of pizza he would get.
"I think I'll order a slice with extra cheese! Hey can I get a root-beer float with it? I'd really like a float. Maybe I'd get pepperoni on my pizza."
Six simply nodding to the boy's ramblings.
"Maybe you can get a float , we'll see" He managed to get in.
Their conversation was stopped when a man approached them. Six was on guard , like always but not as high alert as he should have been. The man was not that suspicious and no one was worried. He ended up only asking for directions
"Excuse me but do you happen to know which way to the Nella's restaurant?" He asked.
"Go that way until North Baker Street and turn left it will be right there" Six guided.
"Thanks stranger" The man said.
Then the man walked off when they told him which was to go. Six and Rex got to the pizza place with out incident but as they got into the door Rex cried out as someone grabbed him from behind.
"Six help!!"
Six was quick to react and even then it was not fast enough. The kidnapper was to fast. Way to fast. Rex was gone. Damn it.
Six raced out of the pizza parlor and back to his jump jet, he already had Providence informed on his communicator ear piece.
"Holiday, Rex has been kidnapped! I need you to try to track him down!"
He quickly and anxiously made his was back to headquarters to help figure out who took Rex and how to get him back. Good thing the tracker they placed in him was still functional. Doctor Holiday was able to track down the coordinates of where Rex was taken.
"I found him Six, I've got his coordinates."
Six quickly got to the jump jet and headed for the location given to him. He got there and landed. He climbed out of the jump jet and sneaked inside. Inside he found the same man that stopped them on the streets and Rex tired up in the corner with a rag shoved in his mouth to stop him from yelling. Tears ran down the boy's face and bruises lined his face. Blue nanite lines kept appearing and disappearing as the nanites tried to heal him and he tried to use his powers. Neither one was working for some reason.
Six felt a seething hatred for the man. Why would anyone do such a thing to a child? Not only that but to Rex. His son. Someone purposely kidnapped and hurt his son. The man still didn't know that Six is there. Rex didn't notice him either. Which was good. He might give Six away to the man. Six slowly pulled one of his swords. In one quick motion he sliced at the back of the man. Then man turned as blood dripped down him onto the floor. He pulled a weapon of his own and a fight broke out. Rex's eyes widened in happiness as he saw Six. Then they filled with worry and fear as he saw the blood and the fight broke out. He calmed down and watched as the two men fought. He calmed down enough to use his powers again and broke free of the rope. The bruises healed and he raced to his father's side to help him fight. Although he needed no help.
They took out the mystery man and the ten year old boy jump up and hugged his adoptive father.
"Oh my god that was so scary!" The boy cried as he was hugged back. "And painful...Six it hurt so bad he batted my face when I wouldn't answer his questions." Rex sniffled and pulled away from his father even though he didn't want to. He felt safe in his arms. " He wanted to know about providence's secrets. But even I don't know most of them...He wouldn't take no for an answer"
Six shushed and comforted the young boy. "Shh Rex it's okay. It's all over. The man is gone now. Gone for good. You are safe in my arms. I won't let nothing bad happen to you now." He held the boy close once more. Hugging him close.
"Don't leave me , okay?" The boy said still sniffly and upset.
"Come on let's get some pizza and go home." Six offered as he ruffled the boy's short black hair. The bot hugged his tight once more before they set off for the jump jet to get the pizza and then head home. They got their pizza and Rex got a rootbeer float. Then they headed home. Rex still a bit upset and tired he got ready for bed and Six for once tucked him in. Holding him close. He wouldn't let this happen ever again. Rex was safe with him.
Six remembered how the day started. It was going so well. Rex completed his training without complaint the father and son ate breakfast together and he allowed Rex to have sugary cereal for once. There were no EVOs to fight. They had a morning off. He decided that Rex needed to get out and get some fresh air so he took the boy out to the city for a walk and lunch at his favorite pizza place. A rare treat and a rare act on Six's part. Now Six wished they just stayed home at the headquarters. They would have never had such a traumatic day... then Rex would have been safe all day.
They had finished their walk and were heading to their next destination of the pizza shop, Rex happily and excitedly rambling on and on about what kind of pizza he would get.
"I think I'll order a slice with extra cheese! Hey can I get a root-beer float with it? I'd really like a float. Maybe I'd get pepperoni on my pizza."
Six simply nodding to the boy's ramblings.
"Maybe you can get a float , we'll see" He managed to get in.
Their conversation was stopped when a man approached them. Six was on guard , like always but not as high alert as he should have been. The man was not that suspicious and no one was worried. He ended up only asking for directions
"Excuse me but do you happen to know which way to the Nella's restaurant?" He asked.
"Go that way until North Baker Street and turn left it will be right there" Six guided.
"Thanks stranger" The man said.
Then the man walked off when they told him which was to go. Six and Rex got to the pizza place with out incident but as they got into the door Rex cried out as someone grabbed him from behind.
"Six help!!"
Six was quick to react and even then it was not fast enough. The kidnapper was to fast. Way to fast. Rex was gone. Damn it.
Six raced out of the pizza parlor and back to his jump jet, he already had Providence informed on his communicator ear piece.
"Holiday, Rex has been kidnapped! I need you to try to track him down!"
He quickly and anxiously made his was back to headquarters to help figure out who took Rex and how to get him back. Good thing the tracker they placed in him was still functional. Doctor Holiday was able to track down the coordinates of where Rex was taken.
"I found him Six, I've got his coordinates."
Six quickly got to the jump jet and headed for the location given to him. He got there and landed. He climbed out of the jump jet and sneaked inside. Inside he found the same man that stopped them on the streets and Rex tired up in the corner with a rag shoved in his mouth to stop him from yelling. Tears ran down the boy's face and bruises lined his face. Blue nanite lines kept appearing and disappearing as the nanites tried to heal him and he tried to use his powers. Neither one was working for some reason.
Six felt a seething hatred for the man. Why would anyone do such a thing to a child? Not only that but to Rex. His son. Someone purposely kidnapped and hurt his son. The man still didn't know that Six is there. Rex didn't notice him either. Which was good. He might give Six away to the man. Six slowly pulled one of his swords. In one quick motion he sliced at the back of the man. Then man turned as blood dripped down him onto the floor. He pulled a weapon of his own and a fight broke out. Rex's eyes widened in happiness as he saw Six. Then they filled with worry and fear as he saw the blood and the fight broke out. He calmed down and watched as the two men fought. He calmed down enough to use his powers again and broke free of the rope. The bruises healed and he raced to his father's side to help him fight. Although he needed no help.
They took out the mystery man and the ten year old boy jump up and hugged his adoptive father.
"Oh my god that was so scary!" The boy cried as he was hugged back. "And painful...Six it hurt so bad he batted my face when I wouldn't answer his questions." Rex sniffled and pulled away from his father even though he didn't want to. He felt safe in his arms. " He wanted to know about providence's secrets. But even I don't know most of them...He wouldn't take no for an answer"
Six shushed and comforted the young boy. "Shh Rex it's okay. It's all over. The man is gone now. Gone for good. You are safe in my arms. I won't let nothing bad happen to you now." He held the boy close once more. Hugging him close.
"Don't leave me , okay?" The boy said still sniffly and upset.
"Come on let's get some pizza and go home." Six offered as he ruffled the boy's short black hair. The bot hugged his tight once more before they set off for the jump jet to get the pizza and then head home. They got their pizza and Rex got a rootbeer float. Then they headed home. Rex still a bit upset and tired he got ready for bed and Six for once tucked him in. Holding him close. He wouldn't let this happen ever again. Rex was safe with him.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Theme 026 - Wrong (about 1,007 words)
The wrong thing could be a big mistake. It could be an action. it could just be not doing the right things. Or it could be doing something the ends up bad. Whichever you think it is. It can be all of this. Rex knew rights and wrongs really well. He lived both each day. He worked on correcting his wrongs and the wrongs of others. He felt bad about his wrongs and what others did too. But he was a good person. It was only human nature to do wrongs sometimes. Rex knew this and he did not feel as bad about the things he had to do for his job sometimes. The wrongs he does what seems like daily. Just like what he did today.
He was wrong. He made a mistake. And now he was worried that he could not fix this. That his friends were going to pay for his mistakes because he made a wrong choice. He thought he knew what was going on but he did not. He didn't know at all. He was wrong. And that was not the only thing that he was wrong about. He was second guessing himself all the time now as he tried to figure out a new plan. He was wrong before but not like this. He felt horrible. He knew everyone made mistakes but how many make mistakes like this? It would work out or at least he could hope. Things always got better for him even when things were so horrible right? It has before. He knew he has to correct his wrong but the question was how? He had to think. Then he got it. Hopefully nothing else would go wrong today. A lot of things went wrong today and it made Rex antsy and nervous.
Rex knew he did not have a lot of time. After he came up with his plan he thought about it to make sure it was a good one. He thought over his plan again and again. He knew for sure that it would work. He would right his wrong and save his friends. It could work. It would work. It had to work. He had nothing else it was all or nothing. It just had to work. He had to save his friends. His family. The world. Everyone. Everything. He had to right his wrong. Make this thing right again.
He started his flight to where he needed to be his head cloudy with worry and his wrong. Suddenly something went wrong. He shook. And spun down towards the ground. The engine started smoking and broke apart. He painfully crashed landed to the ground. Well that sucked. Not only did it hurt and delay him but something else went wrong. Ow. What next? He thought. He didn't think today could get much worse. He did things wrong and things had gone wrong. Really. It seemed that's all that his life was. One wrong after another. When would the right thing happen? When will he do right? When will he stop choosing the wrong choices and do something properly so things worked out for the best? Well things always worked out for the best but when could they stop all this fighting and near death experiences and go straight to the best?
He was always wrong about something even in the slightest. That bugged him. Messed with him. Made things go wrong like with his machines. He knew he wasn't always wrong but when he was he felt like he messed up big time. He messed up big things. This was one more thing he was wrong about obviously. He did not mess thing up a lot and he rarely messed up big time. But he felt like he did. He knew he should not feel like that but he did. No he felt bad for getting his friends in trouble. He would feel better after he saved them. He made the boggie pack jet pack again and flew off to his destination. Nothing more would go wrong today he was sure of it.
He finally made it to his destination without further incidents, landed, and found his friends. He rescued them after a quick fight with their capture. He corrected his wrongs and saved his friends. He learned his lessons and would not do something so stupid and threatening again especially when his friends were at stake. He would still be wrong about stuff in the future but he would not be so wrong about something like this. He was wrong about all kinds of stuff all the time. It was okay. Everyone was wrong from time to time. But he got stronger for it since he learned from his wrongs and got better.
There were many wrong decisions and actions to make but there were also a lot of right things to do that out weigh the wrongs. Like Rex helping his friends after his wrong idea. That is what really matters not the wrongs you do but the rights. Everyone did wrong things, had wrong ideas and other wrongs but everyone also could do rights. Human nature. You could not change human nature. It could make you feel better about your own actions though. If someone did a wrong they knew other probably did the same at some point. That helped Rex feel better when he was guilty for his wrongs. That and making rights of his wrongs.
Today he righted his wrong and saved others. He saved his friends and strangers. Today he was a hero. He liked being a hero. Heroes did the right things. They did not make mistakes in his eyes. They could not do wrong. Of course that was sill thinking but if it made him feel better his family would allow him to continuing thinking of such. He was hard to cheer up sometimes when he did something wrong so as long as he had something they'll allow him to have it to help him along his way in getting better.
He was wrong. He made a mistake. And now he was worried that he could not fix this. That his friends were going to pay for his mistakes because he made a wrong choice. He thought he knew what was going on but he did not. He didn't know at all. He was wrong. And that was not the only thing that he was wrong about. He was second guessing himself all the time now as he tried to figure out a new plan. He was wrong before but not like this. He felt horrible. He knew everyone made mistakes but how many make mistakes like this? It would work out or at least he could hope. Things always got better for him even when things were so horrible right? It has before. He knew he has to correct his wrong but the question was how? He had to think. Then he got it. Hopefully nothing else would go wrong today. A lot of things went wrong today and it made Rex antsy and nervous.
Rex knew he did not have a lot of time. After he came up with his plan he thought about it to make sure it was a good one. He thought over his plan again and again. He knew for sure that it would work. He would right his wrong and save his friends. It could work. It would work. It had to work. He had nothing else it was all or nothing. It just had to work. He had to save his friends. His family. The world. Everyone. Everything. He had to right his wrong. Make this thing right again.
He started his flight to where he needed to be his head cloudy with worry and his wrong. Suddenly something went wrong. He shook. And spun down towards the ground. The engine started smoking and broke apart. He painfully crashed landed to the ground. Well that sucked. Not only did it hurt and delay him but something else went wrong. Ow. What next? He thought. He didn't think today could get much worse. He did things wrong and things had gone wrong. Really. It seemed that's all that his life was. One wrong after another. When would the right thing happen? When will he do right? When will he stop choosing the wrong choices and do something properly so things worked out for the best? Well things always worked out for the best but when could they stop all this fighting and near death experiences and go straight to the best?
He was always wrong about something even in the slightest. That bugged him. Messed with him. Made things go wrong like with his machines. He knew he wasn't always wrong but when he was he felt like he messed up big time. He messed up big things. This was one more thing he was wrong about obviously. He did not mess thing up a lot and he rarely messed up big time. But he felt like he did. He knew he should not feel like that but he did. No he felt bad for getting his friends in trouble. He would feel better after he saved them. He made the boggie pack jet pack again and flew off to his destination. Nothing more would go wrong today he was sure of it.
He finally made it to his destination without further incidents, landed, and found his friends. He rescued them after a quick fight with their capture. He corrected his wrongs and saved his friends. He learned his lessons and would not do something so stupid and threatening again especially when his friends were at stake. He would still be wrong about stuff in the future but he would not be so wrong about something like this. He was wrong about all kinds of stuff all the time. It was okay. Everyone was wrong from time to time. But he got stronger for it since he learned from his wrongs and got better.
There were many wrong decisions and actions to make but there were also a lot of right things to do that out weigh the wrongs. Like Rex helping his friends after his wrong idea. That is what really matters not the wrongs you do but the rights. Everyone did wrong things, had wrong ideas and other wrongs but everyone also could do rights. Human nature. You could not change human nature. It could make you feel better about your own actions though. If someone did a wrong they knew other probably did the same at some point. That helped Rex feel better when he was guilty for his wrongs. That and making rights of his wrongs.
Today he righted his wrong and saved others. He saved his friends and strangers. Today he was a hero. He liked being a hero. Heroes did the right things. They did not make mistakes in his eyes. They could not do wrong. Of course that was sill thinking but if it made him feel better his family would allow him to continuing thinking of such. He was hard to cheer up sometimes when he did something wrong so as long as he had something they'll allow him to have it to help him along his way in getting better.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Theme 025 - Right (about 1,003 words)
What was right and wrong. Right was helping others and using manners. Wrong was running off and worrying everyone. Rex knew this. He knew right from wrong. And he always tried to do the right thing. But providence made it hard to do that sometimes. There were things that were morally right and wrong and things that were right and wrong in the communities then there was the rights and wrongs of providence. An organization whose rights were often the worlds wrongs. And he was at the center of it. What should he do? He was unsure sometimes. Six said orders were orders and that they should, no, that they have to follow them no matter what. But people were people. A life was a life. Rex couldn't do what's wrong when so many lives were at stakes. He had to try and do a different right and try to save them. Even if it meant his own life.
Sometimes orders weren't orders. Sometimes you had to take matters into your own hands and disobey for the better. Helping others in need is what's right. That is what Rex believed. What he was taught when he was younger. By his real parents. Even if he doesn't remember them or realized it. Six and Holiday taught him rights and wrongs too. Six tried to keep him in line with providence standards. But also taught him the same morals that one had taught him when he was young. No needless killing and such. Holiday was more piratical and kinder with her teachings. Drilling helping others and manners into him. He was already such a polite little boy but could be rude at times. But he has his manners and tries not to be (as) rude now days. He was shaping up to be a very nice young man. He certainly wasn't the same ten year old boy they knew five years ago.
He was a good person. He did what was right. He helped others, said please and than you , clean up after himself, his room s tidy, and much more. He tried his best. He trained hard and studied just as he was told by Six and Holiday. He tried to follow his orders for providence and only disobey if he had to. He did run off on his own a lot. Run away from providence. He had to escape sometimes as providence didn't always treat him well. Other than Holiday and Six he had no one there that treated him like a human instead of a machine to be used then stored away. His room was small and stuffy. He need to get out more. To get sunlight and fresh air. Stretch his legs. No one could blame him of getting out to get fresh air.
He helped others. The best he could. Even if it inconvenienced him. He would go out of his way to help others. He was just that kind of guy. He was raised to be like that. He would not let Providence stop him from doing what was right. and he would let providence help him do what was right when the opportunity showed up. Like curing EVOS. He did what he could. A little bit here and there. What ever could help. He picked things up for others if they dropped them. Helped people cross the street. The little things.
What really was right and wrong? Who decided such things? Rex figured providence determined some rights and wrongs with all their protocols and fancy procedures. They might be in charge of him and were ones for rules but they did not have a right to say what was right and wrong. Rex decided that each person must figure out such things for themselves and that he was doing what was right. Helping others and using his manners was what was right. That was what he was taught and that was what he does and will always (at least try) to do.
So what if he sometimes ran away and got yelled at by providence? He knew they were corrupt even if what they were doing was mostly good. He also knew that the way they treated him wasn't right. You shouldn't let those who do wrong rule your life and stop you from getting away to do right. That's how he saw it. It was the right thing to do. He knew that in his mind and in his heart. Just do what was right he thought, and all will work out. Everything will be fine. And everything usually did end up just fine. He got yelled at or had to do a few more laps around the petting zoo but that was nothing.
It was worth the lectures if it meant he got out and got fresh air and was out of his tiny room. Doing this his own way and disobeying orders was worth it if it meant he saved lives. He was a hero. Heroes always did what was right. But they could do wrong to. He knew. Everyone does wrong from time to time. It was human nature and that was just fine as well. Humans were humans you couldn't change how they act. They act that way for a reason. Can't change or mess with nature. Only do your best to be good. Try your best to help where you can.
There was right and there was wrong. Rex knew this. and he also knew right from wrong. He always tried to do what was right just as he was taught by his real parents and Six and Holiday. He knew hew should not be rude so he used his manners when he could. Always using please and thank you. It was something. He still put his elbows on the table and even rested his feet up on the table. but he was a work in progress and he was getting better all the time. Those little things did not matter when he was out saving lives daily.
Sometimes orders weren't orders. Sometimes you had to take matters into your own hands and disobey for the better. Helping others in need is what's right. That is what Rex believed. What he was taught when he was younger. By his real parents. Even if he doesn't remember them or realized it. Six and Holiday taught him rights and wrongs too. Six tried to keep him in line with providence standards. But also taught him the same morals that one had taught him when he was young. No needless killing and such. Holiday was more piratical and kinder with her teachings. Drilling helping others and manners into him. He was already such a polite little boy but could be rude at times. But he has his manners and tries not to be (as) rude now days. He was shaping up to be a very nice young man. He certainly wasn't the same ten year old boy they knew five years ago.
He was a good person. He did what was right. He helped others, said please and than you , clean up after himself, his room s tidy, and much more. He tried his best. He trained hard and studied just as he was told by Six and Holiday. He tried to follow his orders for providence and only disobey if he had to. He did run off on his own a lot. Run away from providence. He had to escape sometimes as providence didn't always treat him well. Other than Holiday and Six he had no one there that treated him like a human instead of a machine to be used then stored away. His room was small and stuffy. He need to get out more. To get sunlight and fresh air. Stretch his legs. No one could blame him of getting out to get fresh air.
He helped others. The best he could. Even if it inconvenienced him. He would go out of his way to help others. He was just that kind of guy. He was raised to be like that. He would not let Providence stop him from doing what was right. and he would let providence help him do what was right when the opportunity showed up. Like curing EVOS. He did what he could. A little bit here and there. What ever could help. He picked things up for others if they dropped them. Helped people cross the street. The little things.
What really was right and wrong? Who decided such things? Rex figured providence determined some rights and wrongs with all their protocols and fancy procedures. They might be in charge of him and were ones for rules but they did not have a right to say what was right and wrong. Rex decided that each person must figure out such things for themselves and that he was doing what was right. Helping others and using his manners was what was right. That was what he was taught and that was what he does and will always (at least try) to do.
So what if he sometimes ran away and got yelled at by providence? He knew they were corrupt even if what they were doing was mostly good. He also knew that the way they treated him wasn't right. You shouldn't let those who do wrong rule your life and stop you from getting away to do right. That's how he saw it. It was the right thing to do. He knew that in his mind and in his heart. Just do what was right he thought, and all will work out. Everything will be fine. And everything usually did end up just fine. He got yelled at or had to do a few more laps around the petting zoo but that was nothing.
It was worth the lectures if it meant he got out and got fresh air and was out of his tiny room. Doing this his own way and disobeying orders was worth it if it meant he saved lives. He was a hero. Heroes always did what was right. But they could do wrong to. He knew. Everyone does wrong from time to time. It was human nature and that was just fine as well. Humans were humans you couldn't change how they act. They act that way for a reason. Can't change or mess with nature. Only do your best to be good. Try your best to help where you can.
There was right and there was wrong. Rex knew this. and he also knew right from wrong. He always tried to do what was right just as he was taught by his real parents and Six and Holiday. He knew hew should not be rude so he used his manners when he could. Always using please and thank you. It was something. He still put his elbows on the table and even rested his feet up on the table. but he was a work in progress and he was getting better all the time. Those little things did not matter when he was out saving lives daily.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Theme 024 - Pie (about 1080 words)
Pies were the best. Rex loved pies. He did not remember what he liked or disliked. What things he tried and had never had. Everything was new to him. and better than providence food. he remembered the first time he tried pie. In this new life anyway. Six had thought that the young boy was crazy. Pie was good, yeah, but not pie was just pie. A simple desert. Nothing more. Definitely not the life changing wonder that Rex seemed to see it as.
Six had taken the boy out to eat as a rare treat. The restaurant they went to had a display case and inside it was some pie. And it was their special of the day. The ten year old Rex looked at the display case in amazement. The waitress giggled and smiled down at Rex then looked up at Six and comment on hoe cute his son was. Six responded with nothing more than a grunt as they were seated and handed the menus. Rex wanted the pies but Six denied him. He told him that he had to eat something else, something healthy, first before he got sweets. If he ate his lunch then they would get a slice of pie to go. He knew that. Rex pouted but did not put up a fight. He ordered a sandwich , chips and a soda. Six glared at the chips and soda but allowed the boy to have them. When the food arrived Rex ate his food faster than he should have and earned a lecture from Six about eating slower.
But he allowed him to have a slice of pie. They ordered a to go box slice of blueberry pie of their way out of the dinner. Six soon regretted the decision. The boy made a huge mess in the jump ship transport on the way home. He got it all over his face, on his shirt and some of it even dripped to the floor. Six was thankful that the floor was easy to clean up. But that shirt was probably ruined. Stained form the blueberries. Six shook his head at least the boy was happy. He deserved to be happy sometime.
They got home and Six cleaned up the mess on the floor then sent Rex to his room to clean himself up. Following along for help if needed. Which Six knew for a fact would be needed. He washed the boy's face off and tossed the stained shirt into a hamper. A shame. It was fairly new. They would have to put in a request for a new one to replace it in his wardrobe. Six pulled open a drawer and pulled out a clean shirt from the ten years old's wardrobe. He tossed the shirt to the boy for him to pull on himself. The boy tugged it over his head and got tangled up. Six chuckled and helped the boy out and untangled him from the fabric then pulled it on correctly. Once the boy was all cleaned up and ready Six and Rex headed out to afternoon training.
All during afternoon training the boy listed off all the types of pies he could think off asking if it was a real pie. Six humored the boy and answered the many questions. Nodding and saying yes if it was real or shaking his head with a smirk and telling him to invent it himself someday if he was unsure if it was real or if it wasn't really a type of pie. There are many types of pie. Six told Rex. and Rex as astounded as he listed off all the pies. and all the yeses he got. There was more than he could ever imagine! Wow! He continued to list stuff off and Six was starting to get annoyed. He was about to call a quiet training session for the rest of the afternoon. He was done verbally answering the questions and now was just nodding his head or shaking his head to answer the boy's many questions. He wanted to yell. But then he'd get a stern talking to from Holiday. She said yelling was not good for the kid. Six tried not to be as stern with the kid and not to yell as much. He was getting better. He was improving and Rex's behavior was improving too.
What wasn't improving was Rex's amount of questions. Six had just about enough of it. He didn't think he was good with kids but he was getting better and he was pretty good with Rex. Better than when he first met the kid and was given the responsibility of training the kid and unknown to him also being parent of him. He was trying to humor the kid but he was at his limits. He finally snapped as he blocked on of Rex's kicks. "Okay rest of this session will be a quiet one" he ordered. The boy instantly went quiet and nodded. He bowed slightly "Yes Sir" he whispered and that was the last words he said before he continued his training silently.
Six was curious about this. Usually it took a long time and lots of yelling to get Rex to be quiet. Perhaps he was hopping to get more pie after diner and was behaving so he could get desert. Six wouldn't give the boy anymore today he was to hyper from the sweets he already had and made a mess earlier. Six did not want to clean the boy up again. Even though he'd probably need a bath before bed. He did not want to clean him and the area near him up then bathe him to. One bath was enough for one day. Rex didn't have enough clothing in his wardrobe to mess up another shirt and get changed three or four times. But he knew barging and promises worked well to get Rex to behave so maybe he would promise him some pie at the end of the week if he was good the rest of this week. It might work and he wouldn't have to worry about any bad behavior from the kid this week. Well he would still worry but maybe he would not have to actually deal with any bad behavior or major bad things at least. He would never expect that the kid behave perfectly. It wasn't possible he was just a kid after all. A kid obsessed with pie.
Six had taken the boy out to eat as a rare treat. The restaurant they went to had a display case and inside it was some pie. And it was their special of the day. The ten year old Rex looked at the display case in amazement. The waitress giggled and smiled down at Rex then looked up at Six and comment on hoe cute his son was. Six responded with nothing more than a grunt as they were seated and handed the menus. Rex wanted the pies but Six denied him. He told him that he had to eat something else, something healthy, first before he got sweets. If he ate his lunch then they would get a slice of pie to go. He knew that. Rex pouted but did not put up a fight. He ordered a sandwich , chips and a soda. Six glared at the chips and soda but allowed the boy to have them. When the food arrived Rex ate his food faster than he should have and earned a lecture from Six about eating slower.
But he allowed him to have a slice of pie. They ordered a to go box slice of blueberry pie of their way out of the dinner. Six soon regretted the decision. The boy made a huge mess in the jump ship transport on the way home. He got it all over his face, on his shirt and some of it even dripped to the floor. Six was thankful that the floor was easy to clean up. But that shirt was probably ruined. Stained form the blueberries. Six shook his head at least the boy was happy. He deserved to be happy sometime.
They got home and Six cleaned up the mess on the floor then sent Rex to his room to clean himself up. Following along for help if needed. Which Six knew for a fact would be needed. He washed the boy's face off and tossed the stained shirt into a hamper. A shame. It was fairly new. They would have to put in a request for a new one to replace it in his wardrobe. Six pulled open a drawer and pulled out a clean shirt from the ten years old's wardrobe. He tossed the shirt to the boy for him to pull on himself. The boy tugged it over his head and got tangled up. Six chuckled and helped the boy out and untangled him from the fabric then pulled it on correctly. Once the boy was all cleaned up and ready Six and Rex headed out to afternoon training.
All during afternoon training the boy listed off all the types of pies he could think off asking if it was a real pie. Six humored the boy and answered the many questions. Nodding and saying yes if it was real or shaking his head with a smirk and telling him to invent it himself someday if he was unsure if it was real or if it wasn't really a type of pie. There are many types of pie. Six told Rex. and Rex as astounded as he listed off all the pies. and all the yeses he got. There was more than he could ever imagine! Wow! He continued to list stuff off and Six was starting to get annoyed. He was about to call a quiet training session for the rest of the afternoon. He was done verbally answering the questions and now was just nodding his head or shaking his head to answer the boy's many questions. He wanted to yell. But then he'd get a stern talking to from Holiday. She said yelling was not good for the kid. Six tried not to be as stern with the kid and not to yell as much. He was getting better. He was improving and Rex's behavior was improving too.
What wasn't improving was Rex's amount of questions. Six had just about enough of it. He didn't think he was good with kids but he was getting better and he was pretty good with Rex. Better than when he first met the kid and was given the responsibility of training the kid and unknown to him also being parent of him. He was trying to humor the kid but he was at his limits. He finally snapped as he blocked on of Rex's kicks. "Okay rest of this session will be a quiet one" he ordered. The boy instantly went quiet and nodded. He bowed slightly "Yes Sir" he whispered and that was the last words he said before he continued his training silently.
Six was curious about this. Usually it took a long time and lots of yelling to get Rex to be quiet. Perhaps he was hopping to get more pie after diner and was behaving so he could get desert. Six wouldn't give the boy anymore today he was to hyper from the sweets he already had and made a mess earlier. Six did not want to clean the boy up again. Even though he'd probably need a bath before bed. He did not want to clean him and the area near him up then bathe him to. One bath was enough for one day. Rex didn't have enough clothing in his wardrobe to mess up another shirt and get changed three or four times. But he knew barging and promises worked well to get Rex to behave so maybe he would promise him some pie at the end of the week if he was good the rest of this week. It might work and he wouldn't have to worry about any bad behavior from the kid this week. Well he would still worry but maybe he would not have to actually deal with any bad behavior or major bad things at least. He would never expect that the kid behave perfectly. It wasn't possible he was just a kid after all. A kid obsessed with pie.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Theme 023 - Ninja (about 1020 words)
A ninja was a stealthy and deadly person that used their skills to kill. They were warriors. They trained long and hard to hone their skills and to master their profession. It took years. One must start training at a very young age. Be very determined. Have an amazing master. It was hard work. The weren't always without morals either. The morals they had were ones that they would fallow always and bring to the grave. They would fight for what they believe in. The morals would be passed on from master to pupil. Don't kills certain people, politeness, stealth, hide your identity. Things such as that.
Six. He was a ninja. A well trained and respected one. Well in the eyes of Rex anyway. Six was highly skilled, deadly and sneaky. Things ninjas have. He was a ninja but he didn't consider himself as such. A master assassin yes, ninja no. He did not mind being called a ninja. He kinda was. He would be lying if he said that he did not enjoy showing off his skills. It was enjoyable. But that was not how he was raised. He was taught not to show off.
It not only showed off your skills, your strengths and weakness but it was also rude and dishonorable. His master, One, was a respectable old man that may have taught him to kill but he also taught him manners, the importance to keeping to yourself and waiting things out, not being rude, the codes of a warrior. His master was a good man and Six wouldn't want to show him disgrace and dishonor by doing something as rude as showing off. He still showed off from time to time, he just told himself it was not showing off. He was just doing what he did. He was just putting his skills to work.
He was deadly. He trained hard and long since he was a child. He was silent and swift. He could do things others could not. He not the sixth deadliest for nothing. He was fast and could do amazing acrobatic skills. Just like a ninja. He was indeed a ninja. He was deadly and quite. Fast and deadly. Efficiency. That is what it was. Efficient. Ninjas got got the job done and that is what he got done.
Rex envied him. He wanted to be like him some day. He may goof off during training sometimes but he tried his hardest to be a ninja too someday. Six would just roll his eyes and shake his head at the boy's excitement. He always followed it by telling the ten year old to pay more attention to things and to stop goofing off. Rex would listen for a few minutes but then he would go back to messing around. Just goofing off. Six was annoyed but understood. (after a talking to from Holiday about how he treated and trained Rex. About how hard he was on the boy.) the boy was very young still. Just a child. Children goof off. Six didn't but his childhood wasn't like others. His life was dark , hard and brutal. Rex had a happy life , for the most part, he also could not remember most of it. Six could concentrate and train more than Rex could because of this.
Rex had the great potential to be a ninja someday, but not anytime soon. The kid had a lot to learn. But he would be a great ninja one day. Until then he'd have to work hard and continue to look up to Six.
Six was a great ninja. He was cold and harsh. But not cold heartened and with out morals as some thought of him. As the impression he gave off would lead one to think. He could not and would not ever kill a child. He couldn't do something he had learned as dishonorable. He had his limits. As few of them as there were. He was getting better though. Thanks to Holiday and Rex. His family.
Ninjas usually did not have a family. Up until a year ago he didn't really have a family. The five other members of The Six were kinda like family to him but he had no really feelings or ties to them other than One. One was his master. He was the man who took him in when he had nothing. Taught and trained him to be the ninja he is today. One was like a father to Six.
The green clad ninja was a complicated man. There was a lot to him than cold hard heartlessness and killing. The ninja had his ways for a reason. He had been though a lot. He had a hard life. But a lot of 'ninjas' were the ones that had hard lives. It was part of being a ninja it would seem. The hard life has a of making one cold to the world around them. Being cold to the world around you makes it easier to kill when told to. Or at least that was the idea. Life was not that simple. Most of the time it was not that easy. It hurt to have such a hard life and made it easier to be willing to kill at first but then all the killing is what make all of one's feeling melt away and make them heartless. Make them cold.
He was a ninja that was true , rather he choose to acknowledge the fact or not. He truly was one. He had the skills, the hard heart , the cold shell, the harsh life. When one thought of a ninja he was the type of person one would think of. Just not dressed in all of green. Probably.
The young little ten year old boy Rex certainly thought of Six when he heard or thought of the word ninja. He thought of the man he thought of as a father. The man he looked up to. The one that trained him , that he wanted to be like someday. The ninja he wanted to be.
Six. He was a ninja. A well trained and respected one. Well in the eyes of Rex anyway. Six was highly skilled, deadly and sneaky. Things ninjas have. He was a ninja but he didn't consider himself as such. A master assassin yes, ninja no. He did not mind being called a ninja. He kinda was. He would be lying if he said that he did not enjoy showing off his skills. It was enjoyable. But that was not how he was raised. He was taught not to show off.
It not only showed off your skills, your strengths and weakness but it was also rude and dishonorable. His master, One, was a respectable old man that may have taught him to kill but he also taught him manners, the importance to keeping to yourself and waiting things out, not being rude, the codes of a warrior. His master was a good man and Six wouldn't want to show him disgrace and dishonor by doing something as rude as showing off. He still showed off from time to time, he just told himself it was not showing off. He was just doing what he did. He was just putting his skills to work.
He was deadly. He trained hard and long since he was a child. He was silent and swift. He could do things others could not. He not the sixth deadliest for nothing. He was fast and could do amazing acrobatic skills. Just like a ninja. He was indeed a ninja. He was deadly and quite. Fast and deadly. Efficiency. That is what it was. Efficient. Ninjas got got the job done and that is what he got done.
Rex envied him. He wanted to be like him some day. He may goof off during training sometimes but he tried his hardest to be a ninja too someday. Six would just roll his eyes and shake his head at the boy's excitement. He always followed it by telling the ten year old to pay more attention to things and to stop goofing off. Rex would listen for a few minutes but then he would go back to messing around. Just goofing off. Six was annoyed but understood. (after a talking to from Holiday about how he treated and trained Rex. About how hard he was on the boy.) the boy was very young still. Just a child. Children goof off. Six didn't but his childhood wasn't like others. His life was dark , hard and brutal. Rex had a happy life , for the most part, he also could not remember most of it. Six could concentrate and train more than Rex could because of this.
Rex had the great potential to be a ninja someday, but not anytime soon. The kid had a lot to learn. But he would be a great ninja one day. Until then he'd have to work hard and continue to look up to Six.
Six was a great ninja. He was cold and harsh. But not cold heartened and with out morals as some thought of him. As the impression he gave off would lead one to think. He could not and would not ever kill a child. He couldn't do something he had learned as dishonorable. He had his limits. As few of them as there were. He was getting better though. Thanks to Holiday and Rex. His family.
Ninjas usually did not have a family. Up until a year ago he didn't really have a family. The five other members of The Six were kinda like family to him but he had no really feelings or ties to them other than One. One was his master. He was the man who took him in when he had nothing. Taught and trained him to be the ninja he is today. One was like a father to Six.
The green clad ninja was a complicated man. There was a lot to him than cold hard heartlessness and killing. The ninja had his ways for a reason. He had been though a lot. He had a hard life. But a lot of 'ninjas' were the ones that had hard lives. It was part of being a ninja it would seem. The hard life has a of making one cold to the world around them. Being cold to the world around you makes it easier to kill when told to. Or at least that was the idea. Life was not that simple. Most of the time it was not that easy. It hurt to have such a hard life and made it easier to be willing to kill at first but then all the killing is what make all of one's feeling melt away and make them heartless. Make them cold.
He was a ninja that was true , rather he choose to acknowledge the fact or not. He truly was one. He had the skills, the hard heart , the cold shell, the harsh life. When one thought of a ninja he was the type of person one would think of. Just not dressed in all of green. Probably.
The young little ten year old boy Rex certainly thought of Six when he heard or thought of the word ninja. He thought of the man he thought of as a father. The man he looked up to. The one that trained him , that he wanted to be like someday. The ninja he wanted to be.
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