Message-ID: <11940eli$9806062210@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.email (dimitri) Subject: (Dimitri) Star Trek Voyager - Temptations 7"( m/f, f/f, oral, anal ) [7/7] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6lc2cc$qnq$14@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Well hello there, how old are you again? What's that? You're not over the legal age to view pornography in your country and/or state? Then you can't read this story, it's illegal to do so and I will not accept any responsibility for anyone under the legal age who does read this. This story, while a sequel to other of my Star Trek stories, can be read as a stand alone, and hopefully you'll enjoy it. 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Chapter Seven. -------------- Tom's cock was too sensitive to hold out any longer, and before long Kess' blowjob began to take effect, his body gripped up and he felt a sharp lance of pleasure that was almost pain and then his cum was rather weakly shooting from his mouth, making it only to the back of her throat. He sighed in pleasure and gingerly pulled his now incredibly sensitive cock from her mouth, then collapsed with a splash into the fountain, landing next to three women who were vigorously rubbing themselves against a young, burly looking man whose heart didn't seem to be in it. Tom noticed the man had a strange birthmark over his eye, one that looked remarkably similar to Commander Chakotay's tattoo... in fact the man looked remarkably like Chakotay. "Oh, Choka!" whined one of the girls,"What's the matter?" "It's not the same without her," muttered Choka,"I miss my Kate, where is she?" Tom's mind was still whirling crazily with a mixture of lust and satisfaction, but even he was able to see what was going on here, either Captain Janeway was getting her kicks fucking holo-sprites of men and women from Voyager (Chakotay in particular) or she was subconsciously doing so, not even realizing herself. It was with a mixture of dread and anticipation that he started looking for someone who looked alot like him. - "If a traitor on Voyager was involved, I'd say it was more than likely," said Janeway,"I wouldn't shed any tears over her death, but no one deserves this... especially not for some ridiculous game." "Captain?" asked Tuvok, not understanding. "I'd had enough of this," she replied,"But there's nothing we can do about it right now." As Janeway and her crewmates went back to helplessly watching the Assimilation of the Kazon, they were in turn being watched by the real (and now invisible) Janeway and The Q. "Very clever, Q," muttered Janeway,"Turn back time and create an illusion of me so that no one knows what you're up to, but I'm not hear to watch you show off, I want to know what the hell this is all about?" Q grinned, the smile of a small child with a secret, then gave a dramatic bow. "Of course, I had forgotten you were my lord and master," another grin, this one that of a patient but weary parent, crossed his face,"I'm curious, Captain, I know you figured out I was the, shall we say criminal mastermind? behind the last couple of days events at least two hours ago, so why didn't you call me out before?" "If you're really as powerful as you say you are," responded Janeway,"You'd already know the answer." "Oh, I do," muttered Q dismissiveley,"I just like to let you lesser beings feel as if you can keep your minds secret from me. I've found that, with humans in particular, it keeps them from feeling too inferior around me," he gave a little sigh,"The truth is that you were actually curious as to what I was planning, and were going to wait and see how it played out... until of course your precious Seska got assimilated by The Borg," he tsked at her,"Really Captain, I thought you'd be happy to be free of her?" "Now that you're out in the open," replied Janeway, ignoring the question,"I just want to know one thing, why?" "That's always it with your kind, isn't it?" the Q responded with a weary sigh,"Why this, why that, it's a wonder your kind ever got around to pro-creation," he smiled suddenly at Janeway, warm and inviting. The Captain thought to herself that this was why people had such a tough time dealing with Q, his emotions changed so rapidly and completely, it was disorientating,"Why what?" "Why everything," she snapped at him,"Why blast Voyager with pure temporal energy for no apparent reason? Why bring Norman Masters three years back in time in the Delta Quadrant, and then bring the Dominion and Officer Nash back as well? Why make the Dominion believe they have Transwarp technology? Why force a confrontation between The Borg and The Dominion? And why send Voyager up against The Eternal?" "To disorient you, to disorient him, to disorient you and him even more, so they won't feel they're being manipulated, because the idea fascinates me and finally to see how you react when thrown into the deep end... that last one basically sums it all up," Q answered all her questions, one at a time, seemingly disinterested in the turn their conversation had taken. As Janeway tried to match his answers to her questions, Q wondered about the Bridge, stopping to make faces at The Founder, who was still unable to see him. "This is all a test?" asked Janeway,"Are you testing humanity again? Captain Picard's report said we had already been through the trial?" "Oh that," laughed Q, striding back to her,"Well that's not really it, although you should really keep more up to date with Starfleet, Picard should have told them by now that the trial never ends." "It's a little hard to keep up to date when you're stuck in another Quadrant," muttered Janeway,"If that's not it, then what?" "You humans are really so arrogant," Q replied, taking a bite out of an apple that hadn't been there a few seconds ago,"Always assuming that the Universe revolves around you, for all you know it could just be a coincidence that my plans are taking place here in the Delta Quadrant where you are. It may be that I wanted to force the final battle between the last two human Immortals, or maybe that I was interested in who would win between the Dominion or The Borg, and that you were just an interesting and diverting sidetrack." "There's something else, isn't there," said Janeway,"Something you're not telling me." "It's so hard to talk down on your level," was Q's response,"When time and the flow of such is meaningless, you can forget that even though I've already met you several times, you've only met me once, at the Trial of the Rogue Q, who wanted to be mortal and ended up getting his wish and dying." "So you're saying that you're a future Q?" asked Janeway. "No," he sighed,"It's like talking to an amoeba, there's no such thing as a future, past or present Q... I am Q, a part of the Q Collective, and time is mine to mold, my servant and not my master." "I think I understand," replied Janeway,"After all, time is only a concept, created in the minds of men and women..." "Yes, well now you're getting metaphysical," Q interrupted,"And conceptual or not, your time is almost up." "What?" said Janeway, confused. Q pointed at the viewscreen. "The Borg have arrived." - Now that Kess' holo-sprite's mouth was free, she was able to let out a moan of pleasure, responding to the combined stimuli of Harry's cock pounding into her tight pussy, his fingers playing with her erect clit and the rough fountain surface against her plump breasts. Her hands gripped the fountain, she used it to pull herself forward, and then pushed back hard as Harry slammed forward, which allowed him to bury every last inch of his surprising thick cock up her steaming, gushing cunt. The Science Officer was fucking her in earnest now, his pelvis thrusting forward wildly, erratically, not caring about keeping up a steady fucking motion but just wanting to get as much of himself into her vaginal passage as possible before letting his cum fly. His cock pushed in and out between the tight, wet pussy with stroke after stroke, loving the feel of her cunt squeezing around his shaft. 'Kess' moaned, spreading her legs even further to allow more of Harry's dick into her, her body jerking wildly as she felt yet another orgasm coming, his skilled fingers and her already aroused state from the orgy more than she could handle. She loved the feel of his erect cock inside of her eager, throbbing vagina, filling her emptiness with a hot, hard shaft of cockmeat. Harry pumped faster and faster, consciously holding back his cum, knowing that the feeling of anticipation could be almost as great as the blessed moment of release. His fingers were wet and slippery from her pussyjuices, which also completely covered his cock. He let out a surprised groan of lust as 'Kess' clenched her pale white asscheeks together and pushed her ass back against his pelvis, wanting nothing else than to have his cock as deep inside her as possible. Now Harry could feel her juices running down his thighs, mixing with his sweat, which just made fucking her all the sweeter. His other hand still gripped her hip tightly, but now he began sliding it up the side of her body, sending shivers of anticipation through the computer generated human version of the Ocampan Nurse's body. "I can't hold out much longer!" he groaned, his voice rising with each word, each word punctuated by another thrust into her clasping cunt. "Give it to me!" 'Kess' cried out,"Pump your cum into me!" That was it, Harry was beyond holding off, he made one last valiant effort to clench his cockhead, but already he was burying every last inch deep into her before his cum burst free and shot deep up into her eager, grasping snatch. He rested against her for a little bit, then pulled his now limp cock free and fell back against the dirt ground. His legs were useless, he had pins and needles for resting on them so long as well as from having all the blood pushed into his then engorged penis. As 'Kess' lay against the fountain, panting heavily and sliding one finger in and out of her well fucked cunt, Harry let a small, satisfied grin cross his face, then promptly fell asleep. A few meters away from the orgy, Tom gave out a panic cry of surprise as Suder appeared in front of him (or rather, Tom finally was able to see him, as he had been there all along). "Shit!" he cried out,"What are you doing here?" "My name isn't shit," said Suder,"And I just wanted to know if you enjoyed Captain Janeway's 'workout' program?" "Who let you out of your quarters?" asked Tom, looking about for a weapon... or more appropriately a hiding place. "Oh, this!" said Suder, looking down at his hands,"I see, you think I'm Suder!" he grinned,"Don't worry, I see you don't remember the little slice of future I showed you, that's good, I don't want you to remember just yet, I want it to be a surprise." "Huh? What are you talking about?" "Anyways," said Suder, starting to fade away before Tom's astonished eyes,"I have to go, I'm having a conversation with Janeway right now and The Borg are about to arrive." "The Borg? What the..." All that was left of Suder was a smile, like the Cheshire Cat from Alice In Wonderland. "Don't worry Tom, when it's the right time, you'll remember everything, don't forget to say hi to Fido for me, that's important!" And with that enigmatic statement, Suder was gone. - As Janeway watched in horror, The huge Borg Cube came to a stop just out of the closest Jem'Hadar Fighter's weapons range. "They will scan now for hidden fighters," The Founder said to Janeway, at least, she thought it was Janeway,"Despite their usual relentless approach, The Borg know when it's wise to size up an opponent." Janeway was shocked to hear her doppelganger speak, asking of The Founder,"And will they find any other fighters?" "No, which of course does not mean they aren't there," replied the Founder,"Our dampening field reduces their scanning range without their knowledge, also shielding the tachyon particles that are a usual sure sign of a cloaked ship,"The Founder turned to face Janeway,"Our tactics are simple enough, when the Borg attacks we will send the major part of our visible force against them, using that as a diversion we will then bring our hidden reinforcements up against the Cube, which will in turn be a diversionary tactic to shield the infiltration group that will be going in after the Borg Queen. "You're going to sacrifice all those Jem'Hadar?" Janeway's double asked,"Just to get at the Queen." "It's what they exist for," replied the Founder with no hint of emotion or remorse,"If successful the ends will easily justify the means." "The Borg are moving into weapons range," the Jem'Hadar Commander cried from the weapons console. "Deploy the Fleet," replied the Founder simply. On screen, Janeway watched in horror as hundreds of the small Jem'Hadar Fighters flew forward and blasted ineffectually at the huge Borg Cube. Although the Cube did not seem to be adapting to the phasers (which must have been of a rotating modulation) the weapons themselves seemed to have little effect. "12% of Jem'Hadar Fighters destroyed," The Commander said with as little emotion as The Founder,"No critical damage to Borg Cube... 23% of Jem'Hadar Fighters destroyed, several ships report being boarded, attempts to assimilate are failing. The Borg seem to be rejecting the Jem'Hadar as suitable for assimilation and are unable to assimilate the new modified gel packs.... 44% of Jem'Hadar Fighters destroyed..." "Just a little touch to even the odds," Q said, his eyes not leaving the viewscreen, which showed the Jem'Hadar Fighters being blasted out of existence by the seemingly indestructible Cube,"I made it so your gel packs couldn't be assimilated, and slightly altered the Jem'Hadar's gene structure so that it was absolutely impossible for them to be assimilated... although it was pretty tough before anyway." "Deploy Main Fleet," said the Founder and 60% of the Fighters came to a fiery end,"Use modified photon torpedoes, focus on one point for penetration for the Infiltration team." As Janeway watched, distant space seemed to shimmer for a second, and then hundreds more of the Jem'Hadar Fighters were flying towards the Cube, waiting till they were in close range to fire for maximum damage. "The two hidden Borg Cubes are coming out of cloak," said the Jem'Hadar. Q gave a cry of delight,"So they did know about those! I deliberately suppressed the knowledge of whether they did or not to make it more interesting, I wonder how they'll deal with them?" "Return the Eternal," The Founder said,"Deal with them." "Clever," whistled Q in appreciation,"They used those modified transport beams to move the Eternal in separate chunks all over various parts of hyperspace - which is that weird area which can only be reached by advanced transwarp technology, the inside of a wormhole or with the assistance of a Q by the way - I wondered if they'd be smart enough to use them to their advantage." As Janeway watched, the two Borg Cubes that had been holding back in case the giant one needed help were surrounded by bits and pieces of the huge, gelatinous creatures known only as the Eternal, as each chunk was fired back into normal space by a modified transport blast, they began to knit back together, and soon they were relentlessly blast the Cubes with their harmonic beams. "Beautiful, aren't they," said Q,"Guess where I got them from?" "Got them from? do you mean they don't live in this part of space?" "They don't even exist in space," Q said with a smug smile,"They really are jellyfish, I got them from one of the deepest trenches on Earth - thought you'd appreciate the gesture - and increased their size and gave them those neat harmonic blasts." "You mean my ship was nearly destroyed by jellyfish!" Janeway cried,"Why of all..." "Ssshhh," shushed Q,"Look, the Borg are finished." The two Cubes were indeed gone, only small debris left, and now the Eternal turned towards the Jem'Hadar. Except the Jem'Hadar Fighters were ready, blasting the Eternal once more with modified phasers and sending them back to hyperspace. Q snapped his fingers as the last of them disappeared. "There," he explained to Janeway,"I've sent them back to the ocean, satisfied?" "Why don't they use the Eternal...uh, the jellyfish against the Queen's Cube?" asked Janeway. "Because they need at least one Borg alive to inject the fractal pattern into," Q explained,"And so the Founder can show you just how powerful the Dominion is, so that if you do get back to the Alpha Quadrant you'll have a scary story for the Federation." "The infiltration unit has succeeded in entered The Borg Cube," The Jem'Hadar Commander told the Vorta and Founder,"The two Fleets are severely weakened but are doing serious damage to The Cube, which has been unsuccessful in it's attempts to adapt to their phasers and torpedo barrages." "In short," The Founder told Janeway's double,"We are winning." "Several Transwarp Corridors opening to our port bow!" cried The Commander,"At least five Borg Cubes have arrived!" "Impossible!" cried the Founder,"Our dampening field will have cut off their communications and their link to the Collective, they can't have called reinforcements!" "Three more Cubes decloaking," The Commander yelled,"And detecting two more Transwarp corridors." "You fool," Janeway's double said,"Cut off their link to the Collective? You said it yourself, the Queen IS the Collective!" "These are false readings!" cried the Founder,"A final, pathetic attempt by the Borg to save themselves, they must be using parabolic mirrors and holo-emitters to create the illusion. Send out a magnaton pulse on a rotating frequency at the main Cube, that should short out those readings." "Sending pulse," The Vorta said, sitting down at Harry's Science Station,"Affirmative, registering holo-emitters and parabolic mirrors, which are now inactive." "And these new Borg Cubes," The Founder said with the faintest trace of arrogance,"Gone?" The Vorta did not answer, her eyes were wide and sweat began to run down her face. "Answer me, are they gone?" Janeway's double strode forward, and as she did Janeway felt an unshakable compulsion to step into her path. She did so and the two merged, the real Janeway coming back into view while the illusion faded out. She was able to guess what her double must have been about to do when she saw what was on the screen. Suppressing a shiver or pure, unadulterated terror she grabbed the Founder by the arm and twisted her about to face the screen. "That is what has happened to your Cubes, the parabolic mirrors weren't creating false Cubes, they were hiding real ones!" On screen, surrounding everything, were 22 Borg Cubes. - The Jem'Hadar did not stand a chance, the Cubes suddenly adapted to their phasers as if they had been able to all along. They began blasting the FIghters, crippling them but not destroying them, Janeway thought she knew why but prayed that she was wrong. Soon where a powerful fleet had once been there was now a pathetic display of misplaced arrogance, a floating junkpile of spaceships floating in space. "The Queen's Cube is approaching us," muttered the Vorta, finding her voice at last. "Why?" muttered the Founder in disbelief, and Janeway saw a huge grin split Q's face,"Why did they have 22 Cubes here, how did they know?" "Perhaps," said Janeway with unconcealed contempt,"They saw you as being as much of a threat as you saw them, and they decided to deal with that threat before it could arise." "This is not the be-all and end-all of the Dominion, I am not the only Founder, if they think this war is over, they are sadly mistaken." Janeway sighed,"You'll think differently when you receive this message, you've given them the trump card they'll need to wipe you out for good." "Bravo, Captain!" cried Q (still unheard by the others), clapping his hands,"You figured it out, I doubt even wily old Picard could have gotten it so quickly." Janeway ignored him and the Founder, turning about she saw that Chakotay had come awake. Torres and Tuvok stood together, the Vulcan was as calm and resolute as ever, and Torres stood defiantly, ready to go down fighting. Janeway walked up to Chakotay, who looked at her with confusion. "Captain, what's going on?" She didn't answer him with words, instead she slid an arm around his neck, pulled him forward and kissed him. The Founder remained staring at the huge Borg Cube as it filled the screen, she feared what the message would be, and actually hoped they would just destroy Voyager instead before sending the confirmation on The Dominion's death warrant. Her hopes were not realized, the screen flicked and a new image filled it, a Borg staring impassively at her with dull, uninterested eyes. But it was no ordinary Borg, it was a Jem'Hadar. "We are the Borg," it said simply, with no emotion,"Resistance is futile." And the 22 Cubes fired as one on Voyager. --- Janeway had broken the kiss with Chakotay, and put a finger to his lips when he made as if to speak. Standing side by side with him, their hands wrapped around each others waists, they had watched as the Assimilated Jem'Hadar delivered their death sentence, then everything had gone white... ... and they were still on Voyager, the Jem'Hadar gone, the Vorta gone and the Founder gone. On screen she saw the stars and recognized them as those she had seen on-screen before the first blast of temporal energy just two days ago. "Well that worked out better than expected," said Q, reclining on the Helm console. "What the hell just happened," sputtered Torres,"How'd you get in here?" "His game was over," said Janeway, realizing her arm was still around Chakotay's waist,"And like a good little boy he put all his toys away when he was finished." Tuvok raised an eyebrow,"I take it then, that The Q is the final variable we were discussing?" "It turns out he was all of them," said Janeway, sliding her arm free from Chakotay,"You told me that you altered the Jem'Hadar's genetic structure so they couldn't be assimilated, but when you did it you left their chromosomes open to re-structuring, and the Borg were able to find a way to alter those changes so they could be assimilated." "A reasonable assumption," said Q, but using Tuvok's voice, tone and manner,"Given that the Borg's technology is far more advanced than the Dominion's and your own, I knew that if they could get hold of a Jem'Hadar..." "The infiltration unit to kill The Borg Queen," said Janeway with a nod. "Exactly," laughed Q in his own voice,"Which left The Dominion's footsoldiers and grunts open to Assimilation... in short, The Borg won!" "That's what it's all about, isn't it," said Janeway,"You just wanted to see who would win between The Borg and The Dominion, I wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't made a bet with another Q about it." "Nearly Captain, although as is always the case with you humans, you don't quite get the full picture, I had to set something else up for a future encounter with someone else, that was done quite nicely and now I'm done, so I figure I'll just undo everything else I've done and leave with that nice status quo you always seem to have at the end of an adventure," he grinned,"You know, you get through it all right at the end you're still stuck in the Delta Quadrant but you have a renewed sense of purpose to get back to home, the oh so arrogantly named Alpha Quadrant." "Don't get too cocky, Q" said Janeway,"Despite your claim that we never get the full picture, we always seem to come out winners despite your best efforts..." Q grinned and clicked his fingers, and Janeway found herself standing in a darkened corridor. - Such an arrogant, typically human thing to say, - laughed Q in her head, - Just so you don't get too high and mighty, I want you to see something. - "What?" she asked,"Where am I?" - This is one of the two Borg Cubes that was destroyed by my pet jellyfish, - laughed Q, - You see, I turned back time so none of what happened happened, except for what had to happen so that what does happen happens.... oh forget it, even I have trouble understanding it. What it all boils down to is that The Borg on this ship are still alive, and you'll run into them soon enough, particularly this one. - The corridor lit up and Janeway gasped when she saw The Borg in their small cubicles, drinking the green liquid that sustained and re-fueled them. In front of her was a Borg female, even with her mechanical implants she was clearly beautiful, and Janeway saw that she wore the remnants of a Starfleet Uniform. "She's from the Alpha Quadrant?" asked Janeway. - Her name is Seven Of Nine, - Q replied, - And although you'll see me again before I see you (after this event is what I mean), the next time I see you you'll be on all fours, eating this woman out while Chakotay fucks you up the ass. - Janeway gasped in shock. - So don't get too arrogant, - laughed The Q in her mind, - Because deep down your overriding urges are still those of the animal. - Janeway opened her mouth to reply and... ...Ensign Harry Kim smiled slightly when he saw Tom yawn, wouldn't he ever learn that if he wanted to get to the Bridge on time he'd have to stop spending so much time in his Paris Bar Holoprogram. - Oh well, at least he was on time today, - Harry thought to himself. The turbolift doors opened and the Captain stepped onto the Bridge, she looked a little flushed... most likely from her daily workout. She sat down in her command chair with an audible sigh of relief. Harry smiled at the Captain, he considered asking her about her workout but decided against it... Janeway kept a more casual relationship with her crew than most captains, but not that casual... and besides, Tuvok was on the bridge. "So then," said Janeway,"Has anything interesting happened while I was off the bridge." "Captain," said Tuvok,"It is standard procedure to inform the captain of any events of moment that occurs while they are absent from the bridge, furthermore..." "Forget it Tuvok," said Janeway with a smile,"A simple no would have done." Tuvok raised an eyebrow, opened his mouth to comment, then thought better of it and went back to his Security Console. Harry also put his concentration back to his console, this particular section of the Delta Quadrant seemed relatively quiet compared to previous ones they had passed through... so far they had only been attacked twice.... --------- Epilogue. --------- Conner whirled about in shock. One minute he had been on top of a crate, his sword raised high and ready to take off Norman Masters head, and then he had felt the familiar sensation of a teleport beam. He stood in a small room, no more than twice the size of a shuttlecraft, off to his left Norman lay on the ground, clutching his head between his hands in a vain effort to protect it from Conner's sword. - Where is my sword?" thought Conner to himself, he stepped towards Norman and immediately fell back several steps as he rammed into a forcefield. "What the hell is going on?" cried Conner,"What is this place?" [A better question,] said a voice that Conner instantly recognized from one of his favorite movies of the Twentieth Century, 2001, A Space Odyessy, it was the voice of H.A.L, the mad computer,[A better question would be, who is this place?] "What?" cried Conner. [No, who,] responded the voice. "Who are you!" roared Conner. [Ahhh, better,] said the voice,[I hope you like the voice I chose, I cross-referenced as much literature as I could to find one suitable, and it was a tie between H.A.L 9000 and a woman named Majel Barrett, and since my gender - in as much as I have a gender - is male, I went for H.A.L.] "You haven't answered my question, who are you? What am I doing here?" [I am not sure of the latter, all I am aware of is that I was quite happily floating through the Gamma Quadrant when my sensors suddenly informed me I was in the Delta Quadrant and there were two lifeforms onboard.] "Fine, fine," growled Conner, stalking about angrily,"Then who are you?" [That I can answer, I am a self-aware computer program designed to be loved, I was also programmed to help a Cardassian takeover of Space Station DS9 (****) which subsequently failed. My Father, Chief Miles O'Brien, named me Fido.] "So where are we now?" asked Norman, who had realized by now he still had a head on his shoulders. [Continuing my plan,] said Fido,[Despite being in the Delta Quadrant now I have found a suitable sun.] "For what," Norman queried,"Study?" [No,] Fido replied with the same dry, somehow calming voice of H.A.L,[I am designed to find and understand love, and have not found it, so I intend to hurl myself into the sun, I am sorry if this affects your plans in any way.] Conner and Norman turned and looked at each other, and the same thoughts passed through their heads. If an Immortal's body got burnt to nothingness, that was it, the head was gone and you were dead, no Gathering, No Quickening No prize. Norman opened his mouth. "Oh..." "Shit," finished Conner. ---- End. ---- (****) Immortal Voyagers explains it all, available upon request from - dimitri_resides@hotmail.com That's it then, another story finished, whew! Hope you enjoyed it, if you did then drop me a line and let me know, if you didn't send me some constructive criticism and tell me what I did wrong. 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