Chapter Thirty Five
"For every problem there is one solution which is simple, neat
--H. L. Mencken
The third trial case for Dot's jury finally began to run its
course on the eighteenth of January, 2003, the same day that her
husband, Gerald, returned from orbit to face a barrage of
questions from their twin sons. It was also on that day that
Carla Dowes started her retributive sentence, with her thumbprint
record in the central Network computers being flagged as
unusable. And that John Basil's widow and children began their
new life, without a husband and father, in the family home which
they now owned outright.
It would be poetic to report that Harriet Wood started up her
water-purification company, Silvan Water, in competition with
Divine Water on that same day also. Unfortunately, poetic though
it might have been, such a report would not be true -
construction on Silvan Water's new buildings did not begin until
three days later, on the twenty-first.
And her company did not go into active operation until May of
that year, the timetable able to move quickly since she was able
to take advantage of the Network's water distribution channels
once it could be demonstrated that the overwhelming majority of
customers wished to use the new company in preference to the old.
In the jury room on January the eighteenth, however, the
atmosphere was slightly tense. The five potential jurors were to
sit on their third and final test case, the one which would
decide whether or not they were to proceed to sitting on actual
trials, and they were well aware of the fact.
As Dot sat down at the table, she saw Dave Jubal, Colin Simoney,
David Sessions and Gordon Bowman sitting in silence - alert and
attentive, in readiness for the evidence to come. Simoney was
drumming his fingers lightly on the tabletop, nervously, the
intermittent clunking sound inadvertently drawing attention to
the solid chunk of rubber which now replaced his stolen right
thumb. But a glance from Sessions was enough to cause him to
A slightly embarrassed silence ensued, until it was broken by
Dot's voice. Her voice sounded unusually loud in her own ears as
she inflected and raised her eyes to address the VAS: "Eris, okay
we're ready for the third case now," she said.
"Hello, Dot, David, Colin, Dave and Gordon," replied the
computer, "This is your final test case."
After a brief pause to mark the importance of the occasion, for
which we pay homage once more to the team of psychologists who
programmed Eris, the VAS continued, "This case is concerned with
the owner of a carnival ride, who is accused of illegally killing
one person and illegally injuring another."
Dot glanced around the table, taking care to meet the eyes of
each of her fellow jurors in turn. She noticed that Colin's cow-
lick was once more wandering down his forehead, but he was taking
no notice of it - for once. To the computer she said, "Eris, give
us the evidence, please. The murder first, I think?" she asked
the others. At their nods, she said, "Yes, Eris - we will deal
with the more serious charge of illegal killing first."
"Very well, Dot," came the reply from the concealed speakers,
"The following facts are uncontested by either side in the
Eris then went on to describe the afternoon outing of David
Attwood and Bob. It carefully related the circumstances of their
journey through the carnival ride while showing a video recording
which followed the path which they had taken in travelling from
outside the ride, through the four rooms within and then back
outside once more. Included in Eris's commentary, though not
shown on the video record, for obvious reasons, was Bob's verbal
record of David Attwood's heart attack in the third room of the
"...The owner of the ride does not contest that David Attwood's
second heart attack - the one which proved fatal - was brought on
as a direct result of his earlier experience on the ride. Medical
evidence also bears this out - Attwood had had no previous heart
attacks, and was unaware of the weak condition of his heart until
it failed him.
"In the record is the coroner's report, which specifically
states that the fatal attack was brought on as a direct result of
the carnival ride, the electric shocks in the third room of which
weakened his heart to the point that such a second heart attack
was virtually inevitable.
"The text of that report, along with a full transcript of my
description of the evidence and transcripts of the statements by
David Attwood's lover," the Reverend Sessions winced, "And the
owner of the carnival ride, can be found on your Terminal."
On the Terminal screen was a collection of buttons to be clicked
using the mouse. Each was labelled as being a different portion
of the evidence in the case, and the five jurors spent several
hours thoroughly reading each of the documents. All except for
David Jubal, that is. He spent the time watching the video
recording of the path through the carnival ride, over and over
"Eris," Colin said after a while, "What is the case of the
"The second accuser is Keith Edmunds, Colin. His case is that he
suffered injury as a result of taking part in the same carnival
ride. There can be little doubt that he did, in fact, suffer
injury in the course of the ride - one centimetre of flesh was
sheared from the rear of his left foot by the pendulum blade in
the second room.
"Transcripts of Edmunds's statement, and assorted statements
which attest to the fact that he was uninjured before entering
the ride and injured when he left, can be found on your Terminal.
You may find it interesting that one of those statements comes
from the owner of the carnival ride."
"Eris," the surprised Dave Jubal broke in, looking up from the
video, "Are you saying that the accused has offered evidence
which supports the accuser's case?"
"That is exactly what I said, Dave," replied the computer, "The
carnival ride's owner has attested that Keith Edmunds's injury
was almost certainly caused by the pendulum blade in the second
room of his ride."
There was a stunned silence around the table as the five
(potential) juror's absorbed the VAS's words, then a quiet
scrambling to read the ride owner's words - then watch a video
recording of him giving his statement. They wanted to be
absolutely sure that this evidence was legitimate before they
accepted it, and so they were eager to have Eris summon the
carnival man himself to give his statement in person.
Colin, however, intervened before the summons was issued.
Smelling a rat, he asked, "Eris, what exactly is Mr Edmunds's
By now, the juror's were becoming almost used to Eris's pauses,
and they were learning to interpret them correctly by treating
the different qualities of silence as though they were being
employed by a human being, rather than by a computer. The
software, of course, was carefully designed to facilitate this
interpretation, and take the maximum advantage of it by adjusting
the timing of the switching on and off of its loudspeakers to
provide varying levels and timings of static bursts during those
Eris, then, paused in a now-that-is-an-interesting-question
manner before replying, "Keith Edmunds is illiterate, Colin. His
accusation is that, by virtue of his illiteracy, he could not
have been sufficiently forewarned of the level of danger within
the ride, and so he could not have freely consented to waive the
Dave Jubal's forehead furrowed in concerned thought as he asked,
aloud, "Is it just me, or does anybody else think that those
"...lawyer's words?" Colin Simoney and Dot both completed
Jubal's sentence in harmony with him.
Jubal grinned, sheepishly, "I guess it's not just me. Eris," he
added, the tone of his voice modifying slightly, "Has Mr Edmunds
had contact recently with somebody who was a lawyer before the
old legal system was abolished?"
Another meaning-packed pause, then, "George Edmunds, Keith's
father, is currently living on his savings and refusing
retraining. Until June of 2002, he worked as a solicitor, Dave."
Jubal grinned, broadly, "I knew it!" he cried, "A fucking
lawyer. Sorry, Reverend," he added to Sessions, who just shrugged
in a water-off-a-duck's-back gesture.
"That's the core of the case, though," said Colin, after a
little while, "The waiving contract was certainly sufficient to
allow Edmunds to be injured and Attwood to be killed perfectly
legally," he looked in Sessions's direction. The priest
laconically indicated his agreement, so the scientist went on,
"In essence, it's the same question as in the Dowes-Basil case:
"Was consent to the waiving contract both freely given and fully
informed? There doesn't seem to be any doubt that the consent was
freely given - that is, nobody is claiming that the ride owner
threatened them with violence or any other reprisals if they
didn't give their consent, are they?"
"I'm pretty sure that's true, Colin," replied the Reverend David
Sessions, "But we'd better make sure. Eris," he said, "What is
the answer to Colin's last question?"
"The answer is 'Yes,' David - it is true that nobody is claiming
that their consent to the waiving contract was obtained by force
or threats of force of any kind," the VAS responded,
"Then," the priest continued, "I take it that we all agree that
the case - both cases - hinge on whether the accusers were fully
informed of the likely or possible consequences of their
agreement when they agreed to the waiving contract?"
Everybody nodded. "Eris," said the young priest, "What was the
complete text of the waiving agreement in this case?"
"The waiving contract agreed to by David Attwood and Keith
Edmunds before passing from the first to the second room in the
carnival ride read," there was the sound of Eris 'clearing its
throat' to indicate in a 'natural' manner that what followed was
a quotation. The computer then said, "'I agree to waive the
agreement not to physically harm me.'"
"Well," said Sessions, confidently, "This is a straightforward
open-and-shut case - the verdict must be 'guilty,' the same as in
the Dowes-Basil case, mustn't it? After all," he added, in a
reasonable tone of voice, "The waiving contract contained no
information as to the consequences of agreeing to it."
There was a silence, which David took for agreement. Until Dave
Jubal spoke up, "A very simple, neat and elegant answer, David.
But, sadly, it is also the wrong answer: The correct verdict is
Sessions turned to face the television producer, surprise oozing
from every element of his expression - and hostility from every
aspect of his bearing. "Why?" he asked, straightforwardly, his
body language giving the lie to the calm of his voice.
"Simple, really," replied the producer, smiling, "Take a look at
this," his gesture indicated the video recording he had been
watching repeatedly for the past several hours.
"Yes, I've seen that - we've all seen it," said Sessions,
Jubal's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he inquired, "Ah, but
have you watched it? I mean really watched it?"
"Oh course I've watched it," Sessions responded, becoming
slightly irritated at the producer's condescending attitude.
Colin interrupted, smoothly, "Perhaps, Dave, you could point out
what you think we should be looking for?"
"Sure, Colin," Jubal said. He used a light pen which was
attached to the side of the Terminal to outline areas as he
talked. "Notice the signs on the outside of the ride?" The pen
outlined the signs in brilliant white lines, "They say, quite
clearly, that anybody entering the building will be taking a
great risk. 'Risk your life' the main sign reads.
"Others describe the 'Pain and Torture' which can be found
within, while this sign says 'Every survivor gets half their
money back.' and this one purports to be a tally of the number of
people killed and injured in the course of the ride. At the time
of Attwood's walk-through, the tally read - according to the
witnesses's reports - none dead and twelve injured.
"When Edmunds went through, the same tally read one dead - that
would be David Attwood - and twenty-three injured. All of these
signs certainly suggest to me that any potential customers would
know exactly what they were in for if they entered the building."
There were murmurs of agreement from three of the other jurors.
The dissenting voice, of necessity, was David Sessions. "I can
see at least three flaws in your argument, Dave," he said,
"Firstly, these signs were not present or visible in the room
where the waiving contract was actually to be agreed to..."
"Not a problem, David," Simoney interjected, "I think it's safe
to assume that people can carry the knowledge of the contents of
the signs in their minds for at least the length of time it takes
them to walk through a door. Now, what's the second flaw you can
Sessions nodded, uncomfortably, "Okay, I will grant that the
first objection is not a valid one - I just thought that it was
worth mentioning. The second flaw is, perhaps, the most serious
of the three:
"Carnival rides often have signs such as 'Risk your life,' 'Ride
of your life,' or some variant of such phrases, painted on them
as a matter of course. The fact is that such signs are never
taken at face value - yet we are expected to take these signs at
"I don't buy it," he said, emphatically.
Everybody turned to look at Jubal. Jubal, however, merely
doubly-outlined one of the signs displayed on the screen, then
tapped it with the tip of his finger. "I would be tempted to
agree with you, David," he said, "If it weren't for this sign
here. This sign, which is on the entrance to the ride where it
can be clearly read by anybody contemplating going in, gives a
tally of the number of deaths and injuries which have occurred on
the ride since it opened.
"This tally is not open to interpretation," he said, "It must be
taken at face value, and so any reasonable person would then be
forced to take the claims made on the other signs at face value
also. In addition," here he stepped through the video recording
to show the two doors which led out of the first room, "The first
room offers a way out to anybody who wishes to take it.
"Before agreeing to the waiving contract, the customer is given
every opportunity to back out."
"Just done for atmosphere!" exclaimed Sessions, "That doesn't
mean anything - has anybody, for instance, ever actually backed
"According to the ride's owner, no - nobody who entered the
first room has yet back out at that point," conceded Jubal, "But
the point is that the tally, and the opportunity to back out,
both indicate that the rest of the signs need to be taken
seriously. If you bear those signs in mind before agreeing to the
waiving contract on the inner door, then...Well, surely you agree
that anybody agreeing to the waiving contract under those
circumstances is sufficiently forewarned?"
Three heads nodded, and three throats voiced their agreement
with Jubal. The fourth, predictably, was the Reverend Sessions.
He thought for a while, however, and then he, too, nodded his
agreement with the television producer. He did it reluctantly,
but he agreed with Jubal.
In the cabinet room at number ten Downing Street, Wye and the
Greenes exhaled loudly in relief then raised a loud toast in
celebration that the experiment had been a success - if even a
staunch fundamentalist Christian could be persuaded by argument
to accept the validity of British law then...
Back in the jury room, Sessions cleared his throat. The other
four turned towards him, in puzzlement. Then Colin Simoney
remembered, "Ah yes," he said, in a friendly but long-suffering
tone, "What was your third objection, Davey?"
"Simply that these signs mean nothing in the second case. The
man, Edmunds, is illiterate - the evidence overwhelmingly
indicates that - and so he couldn't have been aware of the
consequences of agreeing to the waiving contract. Since he was
alone when he entered the first room, he couldn't even have been
aware of what he was agreeing to - maybe not even that he was
agreeing to anything."
"No sympathy here, David," Dot said, seriously, "In my opinion,
Edmunds's illiteracy is entirely irrelevant since it's self-
"What?" asked four mildly-shocked men, simultaneously.
"What I mean, gentlemen, is...Well, where was Keith Edmunds in
the year 2000? When the free literacy classes were available,"
she explained. "Why didn't he learn to read and write then? It
wouldn't have cost him anything except a little time - and not
much of that, for that matter.
"In 2000, Keith Edmunds was twenty-one years of age. There is no
valid reason for him to have failed to learn to read and write,
so far as I am aware. Even if he had been out of the country, or
maybe in a coma, for that entire year, he could quite easily have
learned at any time since. After all - despite what Wye said when
he started the classes, that literacy classes would probably be
very expensive after the government classes finished - volunteer
groups have ensured that they continued to be widely available,
for free, to anybody who needs them.
"Why, then, despite all this, is this young man, Keith Edmunds,
"Eris," Sessions said, in a quiet, but VAS-inflected, voice
after a pregnant pause, "What is the answer to Dot's last
The VAS replied immediately: "I don't know, David," it said, "My
records show that Keith Edmunds was fit and healthy and in this
country for at least the period from November of the year two
thousand through to December of the year 2002, when he was
injured at the carnival.
"Records prior to the completion of the Network are incomplete,
but Inland Revenue records would appear to indicate that he
started work in Royal Tunbridge Wells as a garage mechanic in
July 1998, and continued working there until his injury. There is
no indication from airline, boat or ferry company records that
Keith Edmunds left the British Isles during the year two
"I can find no hospital records which indicate that he was in
any way incapacitated during the year 2000 - indeed, tax records
indicate that he continued working throughout that year.
"One item which did show up on the literacy test for this trial
is that Keith Edmunds is able to read some words, provided that
they are short and simple ones. When attempting to read those
words, however, he shows some signs of dyslexia, although his
educational and medical histories give no indication of a
"One of the psychologists who tested Mr Edmunds suggests in his
report that, and I quote, 'The roots of his continued illiteracy
may lie in a fear of reading, created in early childhood by
unrecognised dyslexia being mistaken for stupidity and built on
in succeeding years,' end quote. This is by no means conclusive
evidence, but it is the only record which I can locate which may
provide an answer to Dot's question."
There were five heavily-furrowed brows around the jury's table
once again. The Reverend Sessions spoke for the rest, "We can't,"
he began, "Penalise the ride owner for not recognising that
Edmunds is illiterate - according to Edmunds's own statement, he
did not tell the carnival man this at any time. From the various
other statements, it appears that Edmunds gathered from people
about him a reasonable idea of what the ride was described as
before be tried it for himself.
"And, since the ride's owner made every effort to fully inform
potential customers of the dangers of his ride, it would be petty
to penalise him simply because he assumed that British citizens
can read English. After all, there are only...Eris, how many
illiterates remain in the British Isles?"
"Eight hundred and twenty-seven, David."
"So few?" Sessions whistled, softly, in appreciation, "I'll vote
'Not Guilty' on both accusations, then," he concluded.
The remaining four jurors agreed with him on the 'Not Guilty'
verdict. Dot, though, added, "I think we should do something
about Edmunds, though."
"I was about to suggest as much myself, Dot," Sessions said,
"How about handing down a verdict of 'Guilty' of a blatantly
false allegation, then giving him a sentence that has no
'Restitution' or 'Retribution' components - but only a
'Rehabilitation' segment? With literacy classes under a
psychologist familiar with dyslexia being his rehabilitation?"
"An admirably elegant solution, David," replied Dot, with a
pleased smile pasted over her face. "Admirably elegant," she
Slightly under five minutes later, Eris made an announcement to
Dot's jury: "Dot," the VAS said, "There is an incoming message
for you on the videophone."
Dot looked up from the conversation she was having with her
fellow (potential) jurors, and glanced at the Terminal screen.
She was slightly startled at the name she saw there and motioned
the other four to read the name also.
The room was in absolute silence as Dot said, "Eris, put the
message on the Terminal, please." The Terminal flicked into life.
"Hello, Dictator, what can I do you you?"
Absolaam Wye smiled on the screen, "No formalities, please, Dot
- call me 'Absolaam.'" His expression grew a more sombre aspect
as he continued, "I'm afraid I've got some bad news for the five
"Your jury is being disbanded." Over his own videolink, Sol
could see the consternation and dismay on the five faces. He
shushed them with his hands before going on, "I know, I know," he
said, "I don't like it any more than any of you do.
"Personally," the Dictator went on, "I think you make an
excellent jury. If you're interested," he added, "Your verdicts
in all three cases were the same as the pair of actual juries in
the cases. In addition, the Sessions-Simoney proposal for
handling Divine Water was adopted by the sentencing juries, and I
approved the loan myself a few days ago. And your proposal for
dealing with Keith Edmunds's illiteracy was also adopted by the
"So what's the problem, Absolaam?" Dot asked.
"Well," Wye began, "The fact is that there's been something of
a...Well, an emergency, you could call it," he was looking
slightly embarrassed, "But it's not exactly an emergency...I
mean, it happened six days ago...But, even so..."
"What happened six days ago that's so urgent it has to bother us
now, yet not so urgent that we should have been interrupted six
days ago?" demanded the Reverend David Sessions.
"Well, perhaps," replied Wye, "Perhaps Eris can answer you a
little better than I could. Eris, wake up!" Absolaam called.
"Yes, Sol?" the VAS replied.
"Eris, outline your procedure for handling news of an injury to
a close friend or relative of a juror, please." Sessions looked
startled at the Dictator's request.
The VAS responded: "I first attempt to contact the individual
who has been injured. If they cannot be contacted, or cannot
respond rationally to my questions, then I inform the individual
juror as to what has happened and allow that juror to decide
whether or not to disband the jury - possibly temporarily.
"If the injured person can be contacted, however, then the
decision as to whether or not to contact the juror lies with that
person. The decision whether or not to disband the jury still
lies with the juror, however. Do you need more details, Sol?"
"No, that will be fine, Eris. Thanks, Eris."
"Anytime, Sol. I can't sleep, though, remember."
"Sure, Eris - I just forgot for a moment. You see," Wye said, to
Dot, "There was an accident six days ago, on the Phoenix
construction site. Gerry's fine - he's totally unhurt," Absolaam
added, hastily, on seeing Dot's distress, "But he refused to
contact you until your jury service was over - he didn't want to
"And Eris won't allow any interruptions during a trial unless
it's an emergency - and your Gerry told it that there was no
"But he's alright? You're sure he's alright?" Dot asked,
insistently, her concern emblazoned large on her face.
"Yes, Dot - Gerry's okay. A little shaken, perhaps, but no
problems. The only reason I'm calling is because - despite what
he says - I still think he needs you right now. And this was the
first opportunity I've had to reach you since the accident.
"There is a little good news, though, Dot. Adam and Shaun's
graduation has been moved up. In the light of their response to
their father's experience in orbit, they've earned their black-
and-yellow-stripe Card six months earlier than expected. The
graduation ceremony is on the twenty first of this month. Oh,
and..." Wye leaned forward, conspiratorially, then whispered:
"Gerry doesn't know yet: I thought I'd leave you to surprise
"Thanks, Absolaam," replied Dot. "And thanks for letting me know
about this - I'll get to Gerald straight away."
The Dictator smiled, broadly. "There's a K-S cab outside,
waiting for you, Dot," he said. A K-S cab, of course, was a
'Kelly-Skildon'-based public taxi. As Dot hurried out, Wye went
on, "Gordon," he said, "You're down on the reserve list for
construction work on the Phoenix. Are you ready to start straight
"Sure, Sol," Bowman said, "I've been ready for a while. How bad
was the accident?" he asked, with a worried expression.
"Bad," replied Absolaam Wye, gravely, "You can pick up the
details from the Network, but five people were killed and another
twenty two seriously injured. There's another K-S for you
outside, Gordon," he added.
Gordon Bowman hurried out, followed closely by Dave Jubal. Left
in the jury room were David Sessions and Colin Simoney. Colin
said, "Sol, I've been meaning to ask you something about the
Phoenix. Never had time before, but now will do, I suppose."
"What is it, Colin?" Wye asked, the amused glint returning to
his eyes, "Oh, and how's your particle accelerator project coming
along? Any luck with the matter transmission theory?"
Colin returned Wye's grin, "Not yet, Sol, but I'll get there.
That was what I wanted to ask you about - I'd like to do some
experiments in free fall. Is there any chance of a laboratory
being built in to the Phoenix?"
Wye laughed. "Thanks, Colin - you just won a bet for me."
"What?" Simoney was looking genuinely puzzled now.
"I had a bet with Dot's husband, Gerry, about how soon it would
be before somebody requested a lab to be built in to the Phoenix.
I've just won - I'll have to let Gerry know later on.
"As to your question - the best person to speak to is Gerry
himself. He's the man in charge of the architectural blueprints
for the Phoenix. I'm pretty sure, though," he added, "That he's
allocated a space on the plans for a few large research labs.
Sort it out with Gerry, though."
"Thanks, Sol. See you later sometime."
"Sure, Colin," replied Sol, "Oh, before I go. Reverend
Sessions," he said, "I'd particularly like to congratulate you."
"What for, Dictator?" the priest asked, stiffly.
Wye just grinned in reply before saying, "Well, for all three
cases, really - but the Dowes-Basil one particularly."
"Yes - until I saw your reasoning, I thought the same as Colin:
I knew Dowes had acted unethically, but you convinced me that she
acted illegally as well."
"Well...Thank you, Dictator," replied the surprised Sessions.
"Oh, and none of the victors has instituted anonymity, so there
are no restrictions on any of you in talking about your jury
service. I'd like to ask the five of you to re-form when the
current problems are sorted out - like I said, you make a damn
good jury," Wye added.
There was just time for Sessions and Simoney to give their
agreement before Wye said his "'Bye!" to closed the connection.
The only censorship agreement in the British Isles at that time
was in reference to the reporting of court cases. Before each
case, both accused and accuser were separately asked if they
wished their real name to be used in the trial records.
If both replied "Yes" then real names were used throughout the
records, but if either replied "No" then index numbers were used
in the place of the real names, addresses and identifying
information of both the accused and the accuser (witnesses were
not granted anonymity unless the jury could be made to agree that
their life, or the lives of others, would otherwise be in
Once the trial was concluded, the victor was given the choice as
to whether anonymity was to be kept for both accused and accuser,
or whether one or both of those people were to be identified.
Thus, in cases of alleged rape, for example, the usual practice
would be to use neither the accused nor the accuser's real names
in the trial records. Once the trial was over, however, it was up
to the person vindicated by the trial to decide how far - if at
all - anonymity was to be lifted.
The most common practice in rape cases was for a 'Guilty'
verdict to result in the now-convicted accused's name to be made
public, while a 'Not Guilty' verdict kept the wrongly-accused's
anonymity, and made the name of the false-accuser public instead.
There were exceptions, of course, particularly in the case of
rape by a relative, but this was the usual practice decided upon
by the victor.
In cases of illegal homicide, such as the Basil and Attwood
trials, anonymity of the accused was preserved in the trial
records until the end of the trial. If a 'Guilty' verdict was
returned, the real name of the now-convicted accused was made
public, otherwise the innocent accused remained anonymous.
The idea behind the system was to remove the stigma of "He got
away with it" when a verdict of 'Not Guilty' was returned by the
jury - a stigma which largely arose in the latter half of the
twentieth century, where faith in the validity of the criminal
justice system had reached an all-time low.
This appeared mainly to be due to the plethora of cases in which
innocent people had been falsely convicted, and the demonstrably
guilty released or not tried at all after some minor infraction
of a minor rule on the part of a police officer made - for
example - evidence of the metaphorical, or actual, "smoking gun"
be declared inadmissible at the trial.
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