Disclaimer: This story is written for fanfiction enjoyment only. The characters of Bionic Six are owned by Shima . . . The characters of Mummies Alive are property of DIC. Trynia Merin and Mennehotep, Tharankenat, Mennerana, and Sehnenrath are all the property of me, Trynia Merin Aka Theresa Meyers. Use them only with permission from me first . . . the character of Shadowdancer, Jazmin, Joshua, Samuel, Meg Bennett are property of Jade JJ, which I use with her permission. I am thankful to write such interesting stuff for the enjoyment of Bionic 6 and Mummies Alive fans as well!

By Trynia Merin

On the island, Rock 1 and Karate 1 used their quad runners to sweep the area. So far they had seen nothing out of the ordinary. Pulling his vehicle to a stop, Karate 1 felt a strange foreboding.

"What's wrong?" Rock 1 asked her brother, as she pulled to a stop beside him.

"I have a terrible feeling," he muttered.

"Oh come on. It's as quiet as . . . "

Then they saw the jet roaring overhead. A shimmering rip developed in reality itself, and both children put hands to their faces to blot out the blinding radiance. For the instant the plane slipped into the rip a flash spread across the whole sky.

Their eyes were overloaded with the influx of light. Momentarily they were blinded. However Rock 1's excellent sense of hearing picked up the attacking party as it descended upon them. "Look out!" she shouted to Karate 1.

Responding to years of training, he anticipated his attacker, gunning his quad runner. Seconds after Klunk's rock hit, the vehicle had moved on. Even blind the two children were not helpless.

"Ambush!" Karate 1 cried. Reaching out with his karate senses he tried to anticipate the situation. Instinct told him that there were four attackers. Most probably Glove, Klunk, Madame O and a new one, called Goo. His suspicions were confirmed when his quad runner impacted something soft. Goo had positioned himself right before the quad runner. Instantly the vehicle was coated with thick sticky masses of mucilage. Goo grunted to Klunk with anticipation.

Meanwhile Rock 1 could hear Madame O's laugh. Raising up her speakers, she blasted in the direction with a powerful beam of focused sound. She could hear the crackle of Madam O's harp as its shockwave crashed with hers. Then Rock 1 shifted to her new weapon. Instead of sound, a static profusion of sounds erupted, blocking Madam O's weapon. White sound. It had been IQ's idea. Rock 1 sprayed the entire area with the white sound.

No longer did she hear Madam O. Now she felt the blasts from Glove's weapon. Gunning her quad runner, she fired its armaments in the direction of his percussive blasts. There came an angry shout from him, followed by a thud. She grinned, sensing by her hearing that he had been hit.

Karate leapt from the Quad runner, somersaulting. Before him he sensed a massive object. One kick confirmed it was Klunk. Again he rolled over, toward the direction of Rock 1's engine. "Leave him to me!" Rock 1 cried, blasting toward where she heard Klunk and Goo's outshouted grunts.

However, Goo was not impressed. Taking the quad runner he'd absorbed, the mucilaginous villain hurled it right at Rock 1's quad runner. She barely managed to hear the oncoming object, leaping from her vehicle at the last moment.

Karate meanwhile sensed Madam o and Glove were nearby. He flew toward their life force, he could sense in his instinct. His legs flashed out in a series of kicks. One actually connected, kicking Glove's weapons. However Madame O had recovered her weapon, and blasted at him.

Rock 1 activated her white noise. However Goo hurled a piece of his form at her, gumming up her sound transmitters. The feedback exploded, stunning her. Then there was a small round object that hurled in Karate's direction. It exploded, even though he thought he'd avoided it. The explosion showered them all with glue. Goo's weaponry, the glue bomb, had snared them.

Klunk laughed. His cousin had shown both Glove and Madame O that simple procedures worked best. Together he and Klunk laughed.

"All right," Glove grumbled. "Let's round them up and take them back to base!"

"Go ahead and pull up," she told Bionic 1. "This is a house of a man that might help us . . . "

Thar's magic sensed the presence of another Ancient Egyptian. He quickly he raced to find her. Yet the only sight that met his beryl eyes was the sight of the boat. Because he was a magician, Thar could see past the holographic illusion. Mother 1 sensed this, and shivered.

"Papa, who are those strange people in that boat," Thar's daughter asked. He smiled at her, pleased her magical powers had begun to develop. Already she could see things that many people could not boast of. Without even having to learn from him.

"Strangers. They do not wear clothes of Msir. Neither Doshret or Khemet," he remarked, referring to the two kingdoms that comprised their land.

Mennehotep knew the dangers in tampering with history. She circled, and then landed on the beach. Thar's daughter gasped with surprise. "Papa! Look! Is it Thoth," she wondered, realizing the armor of the sacred Ibis.

They stepped forwards to greet her. Mennehotep inclined her head to Tharankenat as he bowed. "Most noble aspect of Thoth, you honor us with your presence . . . "

"Tharankenat, I know of your works well," said Mennehotep, deciding to let him think she was a spirit. Till his mind would suspect otherwise. "There are two in need of your wisdom and help. Can they be permitted to take to your beach?"

"But of course. If you mean the strangers in the boat there . . . "

"Come up here," Mennehotep called to them. Bionic 1 shrugged at his wife, and they both pulled the boat ashore. Quickly they covered it with nearby fishnets to conceal it. Nodding at each other Mother 1 decided to try casting an illusion of them in Egyptian clothing. As they came onto the sight of the Wizard and his daughter, he inclined his head.

"I welcome you to Msir," said he. "What brings you here, strangers?"

"We . . . are in trouble," Bionic 1 said. "There was a storm . . . and we need . . . "

"Before I do anything else, I can see your attempt to cover your appearance. I know you are not from Msir, and your spells are rather good even though I can see your true aspects. Yet I sense no malevolence. You have traveled far . . . but I am not certain yet what your business is."

"Please, they are lost. Can you give them the sanctuary of your home?"

"They are welcome. But I must ask, aspect of Thoth. Your voice is that similar to my former mistress, Queen Nefru-re . . . "

Mennehotep deactivated her armor. Tharankenat gasped and bowed to her. "Great Wife you have returned from the Afterlife," he gasped.

"Sorry to scare you, noble Wizard. But I come from there yes. And these two have need of your skills."

"By all means enter my domicile. Rest and food will be offered you . . . "

Jack and Helen sighed as they deactivated their bionics. They decided they needed to save power in this manner. "Come on in . . . " said the little girl, offering her hand to Helen. "Tell me how you do that neat illusion spell, milady . . . "

Helen let the girl lead them in. Mennehotep spoke quietly with Tharankenat, asking him many questions about where they were. "Yes . . . Tuthmosis is Pharaoh," said he.

"That is good to know. And my children?"

"Are well and good," said Tharankenat. "My wife has seen to it that they know of your and honor your memory . . . "

"Where . . . is your wife?"

"At the royal palace. She will be home soon . . . "

"Good. I need to talk to you in private . . . "

Jack and Helen were offered all sorts of hospitality at the Wizard's house. Soon they both bathed and took the clean clothes offered them. As they ate a meal of figs and pomegranates they spent time talking to the children. For whom should join them but a boy of about age 12, who carried a palate under one arm. He was rather tall and thin, and a single long braid hung down his back. He wore a white kilt with a green and turquoise frontispiece. And the brown eyes regarded them both with curiosity. The girl laughed as she chatted with Helen all about magic Papa taught her.

"Are you a sorceress?" she asked

"Well, I guess you could say that," Helen smiled. Her heart ached to think of Meg and the other children so far in the future. Heaven knew what was going on with them that moment.

"What are you names?"

"I am Sehnenrath," said the boy, bowing to Jack. "And this is my sister Mennerana. Our father told us you were from a faraway land . . . "

"Are you a scribe?" Jack asked him. Sehnenrath seated himself on the floor, unrolling a papyrus sheet as he began to record their conversation.

"I am apprenticed to one of the best in Thebes," he said proudly.

"I'm going to be a magician!" Mennerana squealed with delight.

Tharankenat returned with Mennehotep at his side. "She who is my mistress has told me you are from the future," he said. "Perhaps there is something I can do to help you."

"How do you know . . . how . . . is it wise to have told him?" Jack asked Mennehotep.

"It is all right. I am not changing history," said Mennehotep. "Tharankenat is familiar with . . . time travel. In fact . . . "

"I had a good teacher," said he. "Over many years I have labored to make spells that can reach beyond this time into others. Without the crude machines that I am sure you must have used in your future to arrive. But I cannot be certain of the exact day or hour I could send you back . . . "

Just then the servant woman came. "Your wife has been summoned, and is on her way," she said.

"Thank you. Once she arrives, we can begin to try and send you back to your own time . . . " said Tharankenat. "My Queen, do you have need of energy?"

"Yes . . . "

"There is a sarcophagus in my labs. Mennerana, would you be so kind as to take the Lady Queen to the place she can rest and restore her powers?"

"Yes Papa," said she, taking Mennehotep away with her.

"Was she . . . named after Mennehotep?"

"Yes," smiled Thar modestly. "That is correct."

"Ambient radiation is much higher," Trynia remarked. "I can sense there is ultraviolet radiation coming through in much greater quantities . . . "

"Then we must be in the future," IQ surmised. "The ozone layer must have been seriously decayed to let this much UV down . . . "

"And the soil," Trynia remarked, stooping down to pick up a handful of soil between her fingers. "It feels as if a whole other layer has been deposited . . . "

"Look over there," IQ indicated, where several spires rose a few miles distant. "A city . . . "

"Mm. Looks to be Terran," muttered she.

"Much more advanced. How long in the future did we go?" he asked.

Trynia concentrated. "Judging from what I have observed . . . I would say perhaps anywhere from fifty to one hundred revolutions of your planet about your sun . . . "

"Surely time travel is routine," said IQ. "Why the advances they were making . . . "

"It could very well be illegal," said Trynia. "There are many worlds that discover time travel, only to abandon it because it is too dangerous of a technology to have . . . "

On board the plane, Shadow dancer changed out of her bionics to save power. She became Jasmin once more. Slowly she took his hand, and urged him to wake. Before much longer, Sport-1's bionics deactivated, making him Eric once more. "J.. Jasmin," he groaned, his eyes flickering open.

"Yes . . . it's I. Are you all right?"

"Yeah. But my head hurts. And where are we?"

"Trynia and IQ left . . . to scout around. You were badly hurt. And Trynia put some sort of thing in you . . . called nanites . . . to repair some damage to your bionics . . . "

"Nanites," he muttered. "That's cool..."

"How can you be so sure," she sniffed. "Trynia's an alien . . . "

"But nanites are good things. Such a technology is centuries ahead of even our time. JD was trying to perfect ones to repair us . . . and got nowhere. Not even Dr. Sharp could invent ones . . . "

"I don't trust her . . . " Jasmin grumbled.

"I'm still alive. So why can't you give her a chance?"

"What if she's captured JD?"

"We could go find them. And ask them . . . " said Eric, trying to stand. Surprisingly he felt rather good, despite his headache. Jasmin helped him partway. He tried his legs. They were better.

"Bionics on!" he shouted. As did Jasmin. Soon Sport 1 and Shadow dancer stood their in their uniforms.

"Are you powered up enough?" she asked.

"Should be. I was hooked up to the ships power supply. And that has probably recharged my bionics. It you I'm worried about . . . "

"I have much energy left," said she. "Let's go find them!"

Rushing out they found IQ and Trynia heading toward the city. Shadow dancer and Sport 1 got onto a Quad Runner and roared after them. Trynia and IQ had one of the other vehicles, Trynia's hovercraft which had been loaded onto the plane for safekeeping.

But Shadow dancer cringed. For she sensed a presence that was dangerous. "Watch out!" she shouted. Suddenly both vehicles were under attack from all around. Sport 1 leapt out to deal with the automated defenses. They looked a lot like JEP's own toys. And Sport 1 didn't trust JEP very much at all. What if he was here, and was evil like Dr. Scarab?

Trynia shouted, "Offensive Mode, activate!" ash she gave the hovercraft controls to IQ. Both she and Sport 1 began to fight. Trynia's armor was Egyptian in Design, with an Egyptian headdress and a metallic gold kilt which matched an armored chest plate. Her arms and legs were covered with cybernetic armor, gold tinged. Electromagnetic blasts spewed from her fingertips at the hovering drones. Sport 1 got out his bat and hurled lightening balls at the others. Her legs sent her jumping to heights of nearly fifty feet as she smashed drones to smithereens. Sport 1 flipped and spun as he too took out many of the drones. IQ and Shadow dancer used the armaments of their vehicles to destroy the rest.

"Trynia!" they gasped in unison.

"Do I know you?" she asked them.

"But we just saw you in the future," Jack gasped. "What are you doing in the past?"

"Wait. Say no more," Trynia said, holding up a warning hand. "I sense you are from the future. But I probably have not met you yet . . . or will soon. You must be very careful what you do and say . . . "

"I know. WE don't want to pollute time," said Jack. "I know all about the rules . . . "

"What century are you from?" Trynia asked them, as they all sat down.

"The twentieth," said Helen. "But how are you here?"

"My time machine malfunctioned stranding me here. Since, I have tried to repair it. But since I am sworn to uphold the laws of time, there was little technology I could realistically use. So Tharankenat and I have been exploring alternatives. Such as magical and psychic powers to open time space portals . . . so far we have had limited success . . . "

"Then you could send us back," said Jack eagerly . . .

"You must help us," said Helen. "Our children . . . "

"I will do what I can. Be assured of that. I am a mother myself . . . "

"I can see that," Helen smiled. Why had Trynia not mentioned she had children before?

Thar came out, and seeing his wife took her in his arms. Gently they kissed, before coughing and turning to their visitors. "You must excuse me," Trynia remarked. "We have not seen each other for a day or so . . . "

"Don't stop because of us," Jack laughed. Helen winked at Trynia as if to understand. After all, they were a happily married couple themselves.

"Are you ready my love?" Thar asked her. "They have told you . . . "

"It may be dangerous. But no less so than leaving them here in our time . . . "

"Who are you calling invaders?" Shadow dancer shouted, leaping off her Quad Runner. "You attacked us!"

The girl stopped cold. "Call off the attack!" she shouted to the others. Unharmed they withdrew.

"What is going on here," Trynia asked them. "We mean no harm. We are simply looking for someone who can assist us . . . "

"That's a weird costume lady," the youngest boy said to her.

"Looks Egyptian," said the girl. "What's up with that?"

Sport 1 turned to the older boy. "See. We're no harm. I'm sport 1 and this is Shadowdancer . . . "

All three children turned a shade of pale. "You can't be . . . " Said the girl. IQ looked at the other two, who also looked at him as if they were seeing a ghost.

"Is there someone here . . . who knows about time travel," JD asked them. He deactivated his bionics, and bade the others do the same. Already their power levels were dangerously low. Only Sport 1 was still powered up.

"My mom and dad," said the youngest. "And yes . . . it is possible they are who they say they are . . . "

"But . . . " said the girl and boy, who looked like twins. Sport 1 thought they looked an awful lot like Jazmin . . .

"I know. If you guys are from the past . . . it's dangerous for you to see the future," said the youngest boy.

"I am aware of time pollution. Perhaps if I went to speak with this scientist," said Trynia, instantly understanding something.

"But what about . . . " said Shadowdancer.

"Stay here with them. And help them fix their plane," said the boy. "I'll take this Egyptian woman to mom and dad. And you gotta stay here . . . "

"Wait a minute," said Sport 1. "Why?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute," the youngest boy said to IQ. He whispered something to IQ, whose eyes widened with surprise. He turned to his brother.

"We can't go with them. But I will go with Trynia to make sure things go okay. You have to stay here . . . "

"Why can't I go, and you can?" Sport 1 and Shadowdancer wanted to know.

"It's a case of time pollution," Trynia said. "And besides, you must fix the plane. Trust us . . . I know it's hard, Shadowdancer. But these two will stay with you . . . and keep your company . . . "

Glancing at the twins, Shadowdancer and Sport 1 sighed. IQ had a good reason if he was this serious about going away alone. And time pollution? That was serious. Long ago Sharp had explained to them the dangers of time travel. If they found out about their future . . . then it could affect the past in a serious manner. Trynia knew this. So they had to trust her, and IQ to make things right.

The young boy looked at both of them. "Thanks for catching on," he said to them.

"Who are you," IQ demanded. "And why did you . . . "

"You're gonna have to promise not to tell," said he. "If I tell you my name."

"Okay. But I hate keeping secrets from Eric . . . "

"Trust me, you must," said the boy. "Okay. I'm called Mer-1, in my bionic form. But when I'm not armored, I'm called Samuel Bennett . . . "

"You mean . . . are you related to us?"

"Yeah. I'm the youngest kid . . . oh you'll find out. My sis and bro are twins. Meg and Joshua. They're older than me, and sometimes they pick on me . . . "

"Who are you?" Shadowdancer asked.

"My name's Meg," said the girl. "And this is Josh. We're like you . . . but we aren't allowed to tell you any more than that."

"But you look like you know who we are . . . "

"Yeah," said Jasmin.

"Yes. You're Jazmin and Eric," said the girl named Meg. All had deactivated their bionics, and sat around in modern fold out chairs. Still Jasmin didn't' trust either twin an inch.

"We . . . can't tell you any more . . . because you are . . . related to us. And if we told you . . . "

"Oh, I get it," said Eric. "So you're probably our descendants or something . . . "

"Yeah, that's it," said Joshua. "Hang tight. Samuel' be able to help you guys get back to the past . . . "

Several wires ran to a power source . . . a strangely shaped gemstone that Trynia attempted to adjust. Thar bade the Bennetts stand to one side as Trynia fiddled with the quartz rods.

"Amazing," Jack muttered as he took in her pyramid-shaped device. "Is that the dimensional nexus for a time machine?"

"It helps to secure the breach. But my husband uses the actually summoning spell to make the portal. It's something he's been working on with me for . . . several years . . . "

"Time spells are my specialty," said he. "I wrote a few in my own scrolls. Or rather Sehnenrath wrote them for me as I dictated them . . . "

"So that's why your son's a scribe," Jack joked. Thar grinned.

"Saves time when the kids help with the chores," Helen nodded.

"Are you ready, my beloved?" Thar asked his wife. She nodded. Helen and Jack braced themselves as Thar waved his staff. Strange green energy emanated from the serpent head as he waved in a wide swath. Great power seemed to coalesce and surge as ancient Egyptian words spewed from the wizard's mouth.

Then the power hit the far wall, expanding into a glowing disk. Simultaneously Trynia's device activated, humming and crackling with the power. As Helen and Jack stared, the disk grew in size till it was wide enough to admit a person.

"What about the boat?" Helen asked.

"We will hide it, and once we figure out how to send it, you will have it back," Trynia explained. "But it is most important you go down the corridor now . . . "

"All right. But is it the right century?"

"As far as my machine can calculate . . . but I may be off by a few hours!"

Gripping hands, Helen and Jack leapt through the portal. It closed behind them. They found themselves standing on the beach of the island once more. Yet they were still clad in the Egyptian clothes that Thar had given them!

"Oops, I guess we should have changed," Helen giggled, as she saw her reflection in the water. A black wig covered her hair, and she wore a long white dress. Jack was bare chested save the Egyptian kilt around his waist, and the sandals.

"Never mind the costume party," he said. "Let's meet up with Rock 1 and Karate !!"

"Bionics On!" they cried. Instantly the clothes vanished as their uniforms blazed on.

"Wait, what about Mennehotep?" Helen asked.

A blaze of amethyst power crackled as Mennehotep suddenly shot through the portal. She was armored as before. "Ah, there you are," said she.

"Good, you are back," Mother 1 said. "Are you all right?"

"I have enough energy to help you. They will send the boat through shortly . . . "

"Great to have you back with us," Bionic 1 said to her. "Now let's find the others, and see what we can do to help IQ and our other kids . . . "

"And Trynia," Menne added.

"Of course," said Mother 1, as they ran across the island.

Sighing her husband shook his head. "I am most happy for you, my heart," said he.

She turned to face him. "I know what you are thinking. If this is working now . . . "

"You and I have found such happiness," said Thar. "I have given you a home, and you have given me two children of which I am proud. Does this mean you will leave my side?"

"Thar, you know that it will perhaps take many more years to perfect this," said she, taking his hand in her cybernetic one. "You may well be dead by the time I can actually leave! But I have my duty . . . "

"As I have mine," he sighed.

"Even if I must return, I shall come back. For you and our children can come with me to my home world . . . I am sure my superiors would allow it . . . "

"But Egypt is my home," he sighed. "How will I live on a world of machines?"

"You would be surprised," said she, as she glanced into his beryl eyes. "But this is academic. We don't have proof my machine can send me back at this point . . . "

"No my love. Time is on my side," he said, amused as he took her into his arms to kiss his wife.

Mennerana and Sehnenrath came in at that moment. "Mama, Papa," Mennerana said. "I just got a really strange feeling. Like a premon . . . premon . . . "

"Premonition?" Trynia supplied, helpfully to her daughter.

Thar shivered, holding Trynia close. "I feel it too . . . "

Trynia gasped and swooned in pain. Thar grasped her to himself, concerned. "Are you all right . . . " he asked her, gently holding her out at arm's length.

"Mama?" Sehnenrath asked, as he and his sister went to their parent's sides.

"I had a sense of a time disturbance . . . " she gasped in pain. Thar whispered a spell, gently soothing the headache away.

"It was one of your episodes?" he said, as they all helped her into a chair to sit down.

"Yes. But . . . oh! By the Matrix!" she cried, holding both hands to her head. Concerned, Thar grasped her as she shrieked in great pain.

"Mama!" cried Menne, as Sehnenrath held her aside. He'd seen his mother before like this, when her machine was being tested those many years. Any disturbance in reality was painful for her.

Suddenly her machine crackled to life. "What is this," Thar gasped. "I did not speak my spell!"

"Someone's forcing open time," said Trynia. "And I forgot to close the conduit . . . we must shut off my machine and seal the rip!"

"Children, leave us!"

"No I want to help!" Mennerana cried.

Instantly Sehnenrath grabbed his protesting sister, and pulled her back. He knew better than to disobey their parents at a time like this. Yet it was to no avail. The rip sucked everything in the room toward it. Vials, scrolls, machinery hurled. Anchoring herself, Trynia grabbed her husband's hand as he was pulled. Sehnenrath grabbed his father's robe, and clung desperately to Mennerana.

Trynia's cybernetic strength held them back. "I won't let you go!" she shouted to them.

"I cannot hold on!" Sehnenrath cried.

"You must!" Thar shouted to their son. Yet the time wind tore mercilessly at the family. Trynia's fingers dug into the stone of the floor as they were pulled backwards. Her other hand gripped Thar's with a viselike strength. He grunted as her hand clamped firmly, despite the pain. Yet she could break his bones if she held much tight.

"I'm sorry," she gasped at the look of pain.

"Don't let go!" he shouted. "No matter how much it may hurt me!"

But to no avail. Sehnenrath lost his grip as Thar's cloak ripped. Both children sailed into the rift.

"No!" screamed Trynia and Thar together.

"Let me go after them!" he bade her. "I will protect them . . . and you must bring us back . . . "

"Thar no!" she cried as he released her grip and vanished. Her heart sank as her whole family was there no longer!

"Tharankenat!" she screamed.

"Yeah! All of us. You see now why I can't let the others know?"

"But then you are . . . "

"Yeah," said Mer-1. "See now?"

As they entered the Bennett house, they glanced around in wonder. Much had changed in thirty years. For that is what Trynia guessed was the time factor here.

Just then there was a beeping on the large screen television. Mer1 answered it, activating it in voice command. "What's up?'

A figure swirled into view. "It's JEP," said the voice. Trynia and IQ looked with interest at the man on the screen. "Where is Sharp?" IQ asked. For the lab in which JEP stood looked much like Sharps had. Strange how when many things had changed in the future, this one lab had not.

"I've confirmed a temporal disturbance in your area... and have you dealt with it?"

"I'm dealing with it right here in the living room," said Mer1. "Meet Trynia and IQ..."

"Wait. I'll use my machine and come there in a few seconds..."

Trynia gasped as she felt time folding. Before them stood a man with one robotic leg, his ice blue eyes and red hair streaked with grey. Once it had been flaming red, but now it was nearly white, with a few red streaks beneath. Nodding to Mer 1 he approached Trynia Merin and IQ.

"JEP," IQ shook his head. "I can't believe it. But where is Sharp! That was the interior of his lab we saw on the view screen..."

"I took Dr. Sharp's place," said JEP. "When he was old enough to retire . . . "

Another person entered the room, and glanced about. Beside himself, IQ gasped. "It can't be you!"

"Yes. I'm afraid it is. For now you meet me from the past, and fate will take its course."

"I am glad you understand what is at stake here," Trynia nodded to him.

"Yes. You told me much about the Laws of Time. And we must uphold them. That is why you are here, brother separate from me and Jazmin . . . "

JEP and Trynia both shared a glance of mutual understanding. Slowly JEP extended his hand to Trynia, and they shook in greeting. The feeling of JEP's hand on Trynia held no fear or revulsion, rather fond appreciation for a cybernetic life form. "You are most intriguing," JEP told her as the future Eric and IQ spoke quietly to one side.

"As are you. I sense the aura from a robotic limb," said she, glancing at his leg.

"What percentage of you is . . . bionic . . . cybernetic?"

"Fifty five percent of my body is cybernetic. Of that fifty-five about twenty-five is fully robotic . . . and of my living tissue the forty five percent is integrated most completely with my cybersystems."

"Fascinating! What is your planet of origin?"

Amused, Trynia smiled. "You realize the truth then? That I am not originally from this world."

"It is a scientific hypothesis," said he.

"The designation of my planet of origin is Mantissa. At least that is the name by which it is commonly called by its inhabitants. The actual location is in the same spiral arm of your galaxy as this solar system. But owing to the fact of stellar drift . . . "

"Guys, I hate to break up the scientific discussion, but we have a problem . . . " said Eric.

"I apologize," JEP and Trynia said together.

"Yes. Eric was telling me you have a working time machine," said IQ. "If so, we must use it at once to send us all back . . . "

Suddenly Trynia doubled over in pain. JEP caught her shoulder in his hand. "Are you quite all right . . . "

"Temporal disturbances . . . off the scale," she gasped. "Someone from the past is tampering with the structure . . . of reality! Cannot . . . take much more of this . . . "

"Fascinating, you sense temporal distortions," JEP realized, helping her to a chair Eric pulled up.

"Yes," said Trynia. "And this one is the absolute worst . . . "

"I must get my machine here," JEP said, pulling out a remote control. Depressing a switch, he materialized a strange contraption of wires and electronics components within a nanosecond.

"Quite an admirable piece of work," Trynia remarked, examining the device. "You have succeeded in constructing a very advanced time machine."

"I thank you," JEP said. "Allow me to take scans of the time-scape since you can sense temporally distortions, what do you make of this event.". Both of them glanced at the screen of the time device. Moving aside JEP allowed Trynia to type machine codes into the terminal. Before long she had rung up an image of five dimensional space. A huge tearing strain was visible.

"It's worse that I thought," JEP muttered.

"Yes. You would agree that the time rip is happening from the twentieth century?"

"Yes. I saw the same disturbance a few minutes before you arrived. I had contacted Sport 1 to ask his advice. Then your arrival was detected by Polaris 1, and Mer 1."

"What do we do now?" IQ asked them.

"We must get all of you back to the past, in your proper place. And stop Scarab's time tampering once and for all," JEP said.

"I agree," said Trynia. "But we must take great care. where are Jazmin and Sport 1 now?"

"IN the other room," said Mer 1 as he walked into the room with them. "They're still pretty shaken up. What do we do?"

"We must send these four back to their own times at once. Have Sport 1 and Shadowdancer come in here. We will send them back immediately." Discreetly the future Eric excused himself, slipping back into the shadows. He hid from his past self in the next room. Before long Sport 1 and Shadowdancer came in with the twins. They looked none the worse for wear.

"Are you okay?" Sport 1 asked IQ and Trynia. Jazmin noted Trynia looked in great pain, suffering in silence from her temporal disturbances.

"Yes," said IQ. "We have to get back to the past as soon as possible."

"JEP!" Jazmin gasped, seeing her savior to the side.

"Nice to see you again, Jazmin," he smiled. "I fear I look a bit worse for wear."

"You . . . you look so old," she gasped, before she snapped shut her mouth, realizing she had said something rude.

JEP laughed. "Not to worry. Do you think you're ready to go back to your own time?"

"JEP, Mer 1 told us you replaced Sharp," Sport 1 broke in.

"I cannot tell you anymore," he said. "Except that the others have brought your craft, and have repaired it. You can use it to go back into the past."

"He's right," said Trynia as IQ helped her to stand up. "Let's not waste any more time."

Mother one put hands to her head, "Meg! Bengi!" she cried aloud. "They're captured!"

"Can you tell where Helen?" he asked his wife.

"Some base. I can see fish. and plankton . . . must be underwater."

"Hmm. Let me see if their coms are still active," he muttered, punching in a code. Indeed the coms were still active, even if the links were dead. Mennehotep watched with confusion. Technology still dizzied her.

"What is to be done now?"

"We must go underwater to save them," Jack said to his wife.

"But the pressure could crush us," Helen protested. "We have no submarine. And our boat is back in ancient Egypt."

"I might be able to withstand it," said Jack. "My bionics will allow me to swim, and I can hold my breath for a long time."

"Of course," said Helen. "Then when you are down there, perhaps you can signal us. But how do we get down to help you? And Menne, your wrappings may disintegrate in the salt water . . . and my average bionics might not withstand the pressure of the water . . . "

"My armor makes me impervious to the brine of the sea," Menne explained. "And as for you . . . you said something about a submarine. I was thinking . . . perhaps I could harden the air about you, and make a container . . . to carry you down with me."

"Harden the air?" Jack and Helen wondered together.

"Yes. Make . . . a what do you call it . . . bubble?"

"Perfect," said Helen. "A sphere is the best shape to resist water pressure. Go ahead honey. Signal us when it's safe."

"I will my dear," said he, kissing her as he readied himself to dive into the tumbling surf. Menne and Helen watched as he disappeared beneath the waves.

"That's what you think!" Rock 1 spat. "They'll figure out your plan, and when they come back for us."

"That's all you know," Glove laughed. "How will they come back? As mummies?"

"What?" Karate and Rock cried together.

"I sent your parents on a little trip. To ancient Egypt. They will never return!" laughed Dr. Scarab. "Since I doubt anyone back then knows about time travel." Rock 1 remembered their mummy friends. And how his underestimation of them had caused his defeat before.

"Don't bet on it," said Karate 1. "Remember they built the Pyramids, and the temple of Hapshatsup. Nobody can raise those obelisks like her builders did!"

"Obelisks and pyramids are nothing compared to time travel. Perhaps I'll keep you alive for amusement!" Suddenly there was an urgent bleeping on his time machine console.

"What's happening?" Dr. Scarab asked.

"Your machine's detecting a time disturbance"

"What?" Dr. Scarab exploded. "That's not possible!"

"What do you call that?" asked Rock 1. "Somebody else has something you indented."

"Get them out of my sight!" he shouted. Klunk and Madame 0 escorted the children to cells on the lower levels.

"Where's it coming from?" Dr. Scarab asked.

"The twenty first century," Mechanic said. It was his job to monitor the time machine, and see what effects it had on reality.

"I might have known," Dr. Scarab grumbled. "Those brats found a way back. But I'll fix them! No future genius is going to stop me from changing the future. The instant they try to use that machine to come back, I'll send them someplace else!"

"Will you be okay?" Mer 1 asked her.

"I think. At least the disturbance has stopped for now."

JEP regarded them all. "Take care. I will activate the machine from here. And spread it's effect to encompass the plane. It will carry you through the time lanes to your own century."

"Thank you for you help," Sport 1 said to JEP. He extended his hand to the scientist, who shook it warmly.

"I hope you will have more trust in me in the future," he said. "For I am your friend."

"You are, in any time," Jazmin said, and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her mentor smiled. Turning to Trynia he said, "I have great respect for your knowledge of temporal engineering. Be assured I will help you uphold the laws of time."

"It is good to know humans like you are serious about this," said Trynia. "I know you will not fail me."

"Bye," they all said, shaking hands with the future Bennett children. Mer 1 felt a strange sense this was not the last time he'd see them all. He watched as they climbed into the plane. Retros fired as it took off. Then JEP threw the switch on his machine, enveloping the craft in a strange glow. Sizzling it vanished from sight.

Telepathically they were linked, for they were both magicians. Her thoughts came to him, distant one minute, close the next. Extending his staff he willed his body along the void. A strange craft appeared in the void with him. His mind sensed a familiar presence on board. Could it be she? He also sensed other mystical energies present. Thar muttered a teleportation spell as he sought to board the craft.

On board, Trynia rested in the back seat. Jazmin and Sport 1 watched as JD piloted the craft. There was a sense of anticipation as they thought about returning home. "How long will the trip take?" asked Sport 1.

"It takes no time," Trynia muttered, opening her eyes.

"JEP's calculations should get us there soon," said IQ. Then there was a sudden turbulence that shook the craft. Everyone hung on for dear life.

"Another one!" Trynia cried out, gripping the arms of the seat. Her fingers twisted the seat frame out of joint.

"Hang on!"

"What's happening?" Jazmin cried.

"Time storm!" Trynia cried. "Someone is using the time machine again... to stop us... AAAAAHH!" They held her down with their bionic arms as she writhed in extreme pain. Just then there was a crackling of green energy. A sphere of light crackled as something materialized in the room.

"What is that?" Jazmin gasped, readying herself. The light solidified into green smoke. A tall man in Egyptian kilt and henhet stood there in the cabin, glancing in wonder. In his grasp he held a tall staff, shaped like a carved serpent. His long green cloak rippled in the cabin as the energy dissipated. Instantly Jazmin sent lightening at him.

"Who are you!" she shouted, before anyone could stop her from attacking. However the man deflected her lightening with a mystical blue barrier.

"Ptah," he shouted, in ancient Egyptian. His words echoed strangely, for no one could understand.

"Tharankenat!"Trynia cried in extreme shock. "Stop Jazmin! I know him! He's a friend."

Sport 1 held her back as JD rounded on them. He put the ship on auto pilot. "We're trapped here!" he cried. "I cannot see the interface."

"Trynia!" shouted the wizard, rushing to her as she stood up from the chair. Instantly she was folded in a pair of strong arms like pythons. Eager lips found hers, kissing her passionately. This was very unexpected, for he did not normally show affection so openly. Yet it was good to be so held again.

"Thar," she gasped, as he withdrew from her for a moment. "What... how?"

"My love," he said, in ancient Egyptian again.

"What is going on here?" everyone wanted to know.

"This is Tharankenat," said Trynia, arm around his waist. "He... is an old friend of mine. Thar, you might want to try a lingua graphic spell?"

He chanted and there was a blaze of light. Then Thar spoke again, in good English. He had a slight British accent, "I must apologize for frightening your companions so. When I sensed your presence I thought it wise to enlist your aid."

"Where are you from?" asked Jazmin. "You look really familiar."

"Thebes, in the mighty kingdom of Khemet... upper of the lands of Msir," he said, before Trynia shook her head with a smile. Here he was alive! In her arms!

"What I mean is, what's up with you materializing in here," Sport 1 said. "Not to be rude and all, but there was this time rip thing."

"I assure you I had nought to do with that," said Thar, still holding Trynia close. "There were two others like you, who arrived in my home beside the banks of the Nile. With flesh fused of metal. I assisted them to return to their time. Yet there was a rip that took our children, and I sought to follow. Trynia, can you introduce me to your friends?"

Quickly the introductions were made. "We must find our children at once," Thar said to her.

"Our children?" she questioned, standing apart from him. "What are you talking about?"

"I speak of those children we share," he said, a bit impatiently. "Do you not know your own..."

"Wait a minute," Trynia said, holding up her hand. "You and I never had children,"

"Do you not remember, my wife," said he.

"Wife? We aren't married," Trynia protested. Hurt spread over Thar's face, as if she had slapped it.

"Guys, can we straighten this out later?" JD broke in. "We've got a problem. The rift JEP created, is gone. We're trapped."

"Oh great," Sport 1 moaned. Jazmin reached for his hand. Trynia winced again, and Thar instinctively held her up. His arm slipped around her waist as he supported her.

"By Ra, my dear, another rip?"

"Yes," she gasped, as the others helped her to sit. "It's as if there is a massive tug o war with reality... oooh!"

"Can't we help her?" asked Jazmin. Despite the fact she didn't' trust Trynia well, she still felt concern for the one who helped her boyfriend.

"The medikit doesn't have anything to help her," said Sport 1, looking around. But Thar had already taken charge. Chanting in Egyptian he waved hand over her temples. Relief spread over Trynia's face.

"What did you do?" JD asked.

"A simple spell of healing," said he. "She often has these pains of the head, caused by the hiccups of time. Yet I know how to block the pain, if only for a while."

"Thanks," She sighed. Thar's face darkened again. "There is still the matter of our... my children," he said again.

"They must be trapped in time as well," Trynia surmised.

"So what do we do?" Jazmin asked.

"Maybe we can escape," Trynia said. "If I had the proper circuitry I could construct a temporal amplifier... to enhance the effect of JEP's machine... if he tries to activate it again..."

"But we don't know if he knows where we are," said Sport 1. "For all we know he's assuming we're back in the past."

"Not likely," said IQ. "That machine of his has a time scanner. It is logical to assume he's monitoring us each minute... and he could send help... unless Scarab's machine is blocking his."

"If only I had a temporal rectifier," Trynia moaned. Despite the fact he was a bit confused, Thar gripped her hand supportingly.

"Do not fear," he said. "I am certain we will find the answer. If only my magic could move a ship of this size..."

"Magic?" Jazmin asked him. "You're a magician?"

"One of the best in Msir," he sniffed, drawing up to his full height.

"Are you meaning to say you can go poof, and send us back?"

"Few spells are that simple," he sighed. "Without knowing where and when we are... such things are far too complicated..."

There was a flash of energy as a boy materialized in the cabin. Everyone backed away as they feared another visitor. Yet Thar waved his staff before the boy, as if scanning some invisible force. "He is a friend," Thar said, yet judging from everyone's relief realized it was obvious.

"Mer 1?" Sport 1 gasped. "What are you doing here?"

Standing up, Mer 1 shook himself off. "JEP thought you could use some help. Looks like I turned up just in time."

Everyone winced at the pun. Thar moved to look at Mer 1 more closely. "Who is this?" Mer 1 asked, glancing at the sorcerer. "He looks like he walked right off an Egyptian frieze!"

"Some friend of Trynia's, who came out of the past," said Jazmin, then turned to Thar, "Excuse me, but what is your name again?"

"Tharankenat, Court Wizard of the Great One himself, and Royal Guardian to the Son of to the mighty Thuthmose, son of Ra, ruler of the lands of Doshret and Khemet. May the face of Ra and Amun shine favorably upon his reign..."

"Come again?" Eric asked.

"Oh, just call him Thar," Trynia shook her head.

"But what do we do to get out of here?"

"IQ, you and Trynia have to make some adjustments on the circuits, and the plane can be transmitted on through."

"We're stuck," Jazmin muttered. "For how long?"

"Don't worry. She is working fast... and this device should send the plane through. But it will be a bit tricky," Mer 1 explained.

"Thar's children are trapped. We must save them," Said Trynia.

"Yeah. One thing at a time," said Sport 1. "What do we do to get back?"

"Trynia and IQ can make the modifications," Mer 1 thought. "It will take a while. But I don't know what else..."

"You have the rectifier, I trust," Trynia said. Nodding Mer 1 held it up. Quickly she took it and with JD's help started to construct her amplifier. AS they worked, everyone compared notes.

"Intriguing," he muttered, glancing atMer 1 again.

"What's up?" Mer 1 asked.

"The scent of magic is strong upon you, future boy. Maat has bestowed her blessing upon you, and I can feel the wisdom and presence of the visions of Thoth," Thar said quietly. "You might be able to assist me after all."

"How is that?" Mer 1 asked.

"My wards of probing tell me you have traversed in time, and are not disoriented. You are accustomed to maintaining the balance of Maat. Like Trynia. And I can tell your mind can move among the many dimensions as far beyond Net's spangled glory...Were you not aware?"

Trynia glanced at Mer 1. "His bionics do resemble mine, in some ways," she said. "There is the temporal stability circuitry. Not as advanced."

"What now?"

"Sport 1, do you agree that we help them?" asked JD. Often he deferred to Eric, for Eric was a natural born leader.

"Yeah. You and Trynia had better keep making those changes. Then we'll see what's up with Thar here, and see how we can best help him."

"I will use my magic to see if I can find their true place in this malestrom of time," Thar said, as he crouched upon the floor of the cabin.

"Maybe I can help," said Jazmin. "I am psychic..."

"Good. Focus your mind's Ka upon the silver dish. With your thoughts focussed, it may give me the additional strength to sort this unbalance..."

"I sent Mer 1. With some circuitry he might be able to set up an amplifier to send the plane on to the past. But there is the matter of that other time machine. It's taking me all I can to try and block its effects on reality. Dr. Scarab's device is shredding time itself!"

"Is there nothing we can do?"

"I hope Mer 1 can take the circuitry to them, and that with Trynia's knowledge of time travel they can convert the plane into a time vehicle... to at least return them to their own time... for I may be able to stall Scarab's machine..."

"How did that happen?" Jazmin asked, surprised. "More magic?"

"My daughter is projecting her astral image to me," Thar explained. "The scrying dish amplified it..."

"What we saw was an psychic image much like a hologram," Trynia said, as she finished the repairs. The temporal rectifier had been tied into the machinery of the plane. IQ wiped his face in exhaustion.

"We're ready to go whenever JEP's going to activate the time machine," said IQ.

"Good. I'll contact him," said Mer 1. Closing his eyes he thought a message to JEP. Soon he nodded. "We're all set."

"What about Thar's kids?" asked Sport 1. "What do we do to help them.So far all we've seen is an image."

"Jazmin's power helped much," Thar remarked. But I cannot tell you in terms you could understand just where they are... for I sense this machinery has its own language..."

"I will help you out," Mer 1 said. "We can use the plane to get to them... and Thar will use his magic to sense them. He's gonna think it to me, and I'll translate it into the right coordinates..."

A few minutes later everyone was strapped inside. Save Thar and Mer 1, who stood in the middle of the cabin, over the scrying dish. Trynia activated the device, as Mer signaled. JD set the controls, and started the engines. There was a sense of movement as the plane shifted in the time stream.

Thar stood, eyes shut. There was a green energy that coursed from him to Jazmin, and Mer 1, and back. "That way," Thar muttered, and Mer 1 spoke coordinates to JD and Trynia.

The images of two life forms were visible as they floated through the void. "I must venture beyond your ship," Thar suddenly said.

"Are you crazy?" asked IQ. "The energy is fluxing off the scale..."

"I must go to them. The balance of Maat is being toyed with, and I fear for their safety..."

"Let down the field so he can teleport," Trynia instructed. No sooner had JD let down the shield when another disturbance crashed into the craft. Trynia moaned in pain. Jazmin and Eric grabbed each other for support. "Scarab's device... is acting up again!" Trynia cried. "He's trying to send this craft... somewhere else!"

"JEP's machine will stop this. I'm going to transit back... and you guys get the kids..."

"Wait," said Trynia. "Don't do anything!"

Power fluxed, and for a moment there was a blurring in the air itself. Thar came to Trynia, supporting her. Yet the temporal instability hit with a vengeance. Around them the craft seemed to buzz and flicker in and out of existence. Due to their temporal shielding Trynia and Mer 1 were not affected. Neither was Thar, for his mystical power helped him. Instinctively IQ grabbed for Mer 1.

To vanish from his grasp.

Jazmin and Eric watched helpless as they were frozen in time. The four figures vanished without so much as a trace.

Thar grabbed Trynia about the waist, as they materialized. The sheering wind tore at them. Thar chanted, and a green sphere encased the duo. However Mer 1 was torn from their vicinity.

Immediately Thar's staff transformed into a serpent, snaking out towards him. It lengthened to the span of a real python, about 32 feet. "Grab hold!" he cried. Mer 1 reached as the serpent twined around his arm. Then he pulled himself till he was encased in the sphere with the others. Everyone grabbed hold of everyone else. Thar's sphere solidified into solid light, and like a soap bubble they were buffeted and rocked by the time winds.

"Don't know how long... I can maintain this spell," he gritted. "But... must keep us together. "

To their relief the time winds ceased. And a strange image appeared. That of two children.

"They are here!" Thar cried. For a moment he relaxed his spell. But there was no sound from them.

"How can we get them?" Trynia asked.

"Not to worry," said Mer 1. "I think we have the answer right before us."

"What do you mean?" asked Trynia. "Unless..."

"Sir, can your magic allow you to conjure your way into a place you have seen? Like when you conjured yourself into the ship?" Mer 1 asked him.

"Yes. But what... wait! I see where you are going, young one. But what about the ship? We are being separated from it.."

"The ship is still around..." said he. "You two have got to get back on board while you still can. Leave me here. I might be able to get to your kids, and..."

"What about you," Trynia asked. "If you are left behind..."

"JEP's machine can get a fix on me..."

"There is a danger he cannot," said Trynia. "If there was only some way... Thar could you teleport them all back?"

"If he is beyond our reach... I cannot. You must learn the spell yourself."

"I couldn't," said Mer 1.

"Listen. You have the capacity. I will speak the spell, and you will listen. Then you will say it, and send yourself and the children to their ship."

"How can you do that?" Thar asked.

"The time rip probably sent them miles away, or centuries?"

"I can sense where they are," said Mer 1. "Remember I'm related to them. They're still in reach."

"Quickly... listen to what I said," Thar said. Mer 1 did as he was told, and Trynia vanished from view. To materialize on board the plane once more. That left Thar and Mer 1 within the bubble.

"Well spoken, lad," Thar nodded. The strain was beginning to show on his face.

"Now you sir," said Mer 1. "Teleport yourself onboard... while you still can..."

"But my children..." Thar said.

"I'll get them. Then I'll teleport all of us on the ship!"

Trynia arrived back on the ship. Jazmin and Eric had managed to drag them into a small auxiliary control pod. Within minutes they were safely underway. Trynia gasped as the modifications held. When had they the time to make them? Their ship was past the focus of Dr. Scarab's power. Yet how much longer could they remain between the now and the now?

The source of the disturbance was the twentieth century, she realized. Another shimmer spread from the next century, struggling to stabilize the rips, but failing to block the other end. And other anomalies suddenly spread in interstitial time. What a mess.

Even if her machine could not traverse time, perhaps she could assist the time machine in the future. For it appeared an intelligence was fighting the other rogue machine. Trynia twisted rods on her device, sending a stabilizing influence to hit the storm from her past...

"What? You look relieved, and perplexed."

"My detector is sensing another time signature. That from another time machine."

"How can that be?"

"It's somewhere int eh past. And it's attempting to stabilize the rip as I am..."

"From the past?" Sport 1 asked.

"That means I can send the time ship home," he rejoiced. "But if only there was some way I could let that other intelligence behind the other machine know..."

"We must send them back!" Sport 1 said. "Didn't you say that other machine's stabilizing the rip?"

"Yes but..."

"Whoever is doing it knows about time travel like you do. What will it hurt to try temporarily letting it take the load while you help our friends..."

"But..."

"Just get my family home!" said Sport 1, pleading. "You said you were my friend to my past self. Prove it by helping my past self, and my future wife, or else I might not exist..."

"All right. But if that rip spreads to now..."

The slender fellow was about Sam's age, he guessed. He was clad in a white Egyptian kilt, his hair coiffured into a typical style. Except for the distinctive braid running down his back midway. And the wrist guard on his right hand suggested he was a scribe. The little girl radiated magical energy, much like Samuel's. Her white wrapdress was similar in design to Trynia's, and her hair was styled much the same. Kohl outlined their eyes, typical of the time period.

"Hang on! I'm a friend..."

The girl looked at the boy, who nodded. Thar mentioned he'd sent a mental message to them both. Yet his telepathy could not allow him to read their minds. To his words they responded in a strange sounding language. Of course they would not speak English.

"I don't know if you can understand me," he said. For a moment it appeared as if the boy were listening. Then he spoke, in halting English.

"I can understand you now that I have absorbed your manner of speech. My sister informs me you are he whom our Father has sent to aid us..."

"Yes," said Mer 1, amazed at this boy's ability. "Just hang onto me and I'll teleport us out of here... there is a ship... I mean a craft ready to transport us..."

The girl smiled as her brother translated Mer's speech. Then she said something. Turning to Mer 1 he said, "My sister says she wonders how you can move in those strange tight garments you wear..."

"Tell her I'll explain later," Mer 1 said. "Grab hold of my hands. I will get us out of here..."

A piercing shriek came from the girl. "What's wrong?" Mer 1 asked. Then he sensed it too. A massive power flux flooded his pre cog sense. Instantly his psi link reached, trying to find anyone.

Thar's mind brushed his. "My boy, where are you?"

"I have them. But what happening?"

"I do not know... but the image of the ship is shifting..."

"No! Their transiting without us!" Mer 1 said. He spoke the Egyptian spell, hoping it would send them all onboard.

Yet he arrived in the place where the ship once was, to find nothing there. Instantly Thar's thoughts vanished from his mind.

"Father!" the two children screamed. "Where is he?" Sehenrath demanded.

"He... he's... gone!" Mer 1 gasped. All three children drifted together in the vast emptiness that spilled all around them. Nothing in site except a vast whiteness from which no sound came!

End of Part 2!

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