Philosophical Research:MDem/5.2/1650B cosmic-egg

Arceus and our sins against it

you are a young adult living in the Pokémon universe. maybe you're thirteen. maybe you're nineteen. it doesn't totally matter in this particular situation if you're a teenager or an adult.

what really matters is you are depressed. Life has gotten you down, and you are swamped unto the end of your being. Your spirit falls through your boots. Your body is weighed down to the earth. You lie on the ground not particularly sure when you got there even if you might have the vaguest idea how. You want to tune out the entire concept of existence. You want to tune out the presence of everything that moves or stands or even is. You want total silence. You want there to simply not be being any more.

but you feel a vague shifting. a vague turbulence. While you had managed to make everything vanish itself just a few moments ago, somehow, through methods beyond your comprehension, Things came back.

You look up. You try to take in what's going on. You see, in the midst of a nonsensical churning backdrop of violet-black ocean waves, an incomprehensible being staring down at you.

The thing in front of you is vast. The presence currently standing in front of your perception must be half the size of the building you live in. But you know this isn't all of it. You know this is only a piece of the greater being, which must extend well over the earth, maybe over the universe. You're not sure how big the universe actually is, but you do know the being you're currently sitting in front of — sitting /on/? /in?/ — must be at least thousands of times the size of the earth, and has to reach further than millions of times the size of anything in your yard. this thing must go further than you could ever imagine, and to greater scales than you could ever guess. It's looking down at you. Softly. And you're not particularly afraid of it, in spite of everything. You're not exactly sure what it is about all this that makes you confident this thing is benign and nothing to be worried about. Part of you realizes, as much as this thought seems to take place far in the distance, that this thing is probably so much more powerful than you that you would have no chance of escaping if you really were in trouble. You are far from convinced that this is what actually calmed you. The presence above you gazes down at you patiently. It is in no hurry to

for some reason, you have a strange urge to reach out your hand and touch it. to make contact with the face of this great thing and somehow maybe learn more about what it is. it bends down its great neck and lets your tiny hand meet its forehead. it certainly seems alive. it certainly seems a lot like any other living thing you have ever seen, with what may be soft fur, and a resonance that resembles a pulse. yet at the same time, you swear it is also forged from some kind of invulnerable metal arcing into a particularly satisfying shape, like a car, or a plane.

Is this... a Pokémon?

It must be. Pokémon can be seemingly anything. A bird. An old bell. A sword. A pile of vines. A self-folding piece of paper from another universe. A sea slug. A ball of very angry emotions toxic enough to poison people. A rock that was once a dead Pokémon that then turned into a different Pokémon. A very mischievous ring of keys. A trash bag. A reasonable-looking creature that embodies the raw, otherwise-uncapturable feeling of winter, summer, or lightning. Any of these things are Pokémon. Surely, the vast thing in front of you must also be a Pokémon.

the great thing strides closer to you slowly, drawing out the action of progressing through time and space as if causality has been turned into some kind of sloppy putty where seconds are being pushed and pulled at into wads and thinly-stretched bubbles. in this place, it seems to both stand and float, to walk, and also to swim. it closes the distance between it and its guest, and it sits down. it sets down its great wrists like any ordinary horse or cow and it lays itself next to you. it wraps its body around you and sets its head across your side, across much of you, letting you pet it all you want. its form is comforting, but seems to be made of many things. soft, but metal. surrounded by calm, warm light, but also... dark, like the peaceful silence of midnight somewhere in the middle of summer? drifting, able to float, but at some moments dense, and tougher than anything. All the different qualities it could have seem superimposed on each other, present, absent, shouting in every direction as everything, adding up to nothing. Crackling intensely, persisting quietly, dancing over the earth like a leaf in the wind. It seems to be formed of all the world's emotion, and yet to go on in the closed simplicity of the smallest worm or snowflake. It has the detail and the emptiness of everything mundane, as well as the burning fury of the most fearsome beasts and the secluded mystery of remote and unseen magic.

you hardly know what to say. for a moment you almost have the urge to blurt out "I'm sorry", apologizing to this great thing for all the things you haven't been able to do. part of you wants to ask questions. you know you there are probably thousands of questions to be asked about everything that's going on here. part of you simply wants to put out a basic "hello", reaching out your speech to acknowledge the presence and eagerly taking in its response just because you exist and it exists. does this thing even understand human speech? or is it so many levels beyond you your mere little noises wouldn't even mean anything?

the great presence never actually voices anything to you in words, nor do you ever get a chance to speak. but either way, you know you can tell what's being said. the great lifeform you sit next to, on, within, welcomes you to itself, and has no desire to expel you from its being or effect a world without you. this thing extends throughout everywhere, to beyond everywhere, and is effectively in millions of places at once, so it doesn't have anything better to do than listen. as much as it is greater than anything else you will probably ever see in your entire life, whenever you put forth a gesture to try to communicate with it, to give this ocean of a being your tiny drop of love and attention, it focuses all the way back in at you, and recognizes the tiny, delicate thing in front of it. fragile, and harmless. intricate, and intelligent. it realizes that any agent with conscience would observe the relatively complex forms of emotion and communication of these drop-sized beings and treat them with respect. it may in fact be beyond you. but that is not to say that if a greater being finds a struggling insect it will not take a few moments to set it right.

the vast being's head gives you the slightest nudge. you look up. a strange crackling of violet plasma appears in front of you, and in the center, the shape of a glowing... egg? the flash is just slightly too bright, and you begin to raise your arm to shield your eyes, but before you can take any action the glowing oval forms into a beast. is that... a Pidgey? the new Pokémon that was apparently just created out of the raw fabric of the universe flutters to your side and lets out an inquisitive cheep. you gently extend your hand toward the small bird, wary as its eyes follow the trajectory, until you see it is fine with you scratching it beneath the cheek. your new friend wriggles away and tries to flutter onto the stark middle of your body exactly where nobody could possibly perch in order to see if you are carrying food. it is not enough to knock you over, but everything becomes a blur.

various sounds of the conscious world flood in. you think you hear something beeping, and people shifting around the building. when you open your eyes, you find you've apparently been placed down at the Pokémon center. your new friend is sitting beside you, dutifully keeping an eye on you. you sit up and look around. it's definitely as if you only got here a few seconds ago. you discreetly open the door and find your way out of the building.

You struggle to explain to the local Pokémon professor fast enough exactly what you just experienced. How there is this incomprehensible force that binds everyone together and it's actually a Pokémon but it's every Pokémon Type and it appears new Pokémon out of nowhere but it's probably friendly because you felt like you were dying and you ended up in the super-Pokémon dimension and it was going to let you stay there but not in a bad way because it just wanted you to get better so you could go back and you know it's the greatest Pokémon because it created this regular ordinary Pokémon but actually that means it's greater than anything anyone could comprehend because the Pokémon we see is maybe a billionth of the actual Pokémon and that means that everyone on earth is standing on the original Pokémon and actually every Pokémon is a face of the greatest Pokémon and we only think Pokémon are separate things but really Pokémon are the original Pokémon giving us a gift which in a sense is it giving a gift to itself only not really because we're separate and the original Pokémon had to become separate from itself to learn love but actually we all love each other because we're still all part of the original Pokémon.

The Pokémon professor is hammering in the words as fast as humanly possible but still has to recheck a bunch of the sentences for transcription errors due to the sheer barrage of unexpected information. There is no time for clarifying questions, but at a certain point that doesn't even matter because the sighting speaks for itself.

Even as you relay the experience your head is still spinning between the past and the future, thinking about how this will permanently change the way you see _everything_, but definitely the way you see your relationship to Pokémon. You'll probably never take a Pokémon for granted again. Every Pokémon in existence has the potential to be the one that ultimately helps you. even when you have utterly reached the end. You think again about whether the three other Pokémon you left in your box were really hopeless, actually hated you, or would really have been better off without you in the ways you had believed. maybe what's really needed is to simply stop training and competing in contests for a while and to take some time to communicate with your Pokémon . Or, if that fails, maybe you can get those other three out of your sight and start again with just Pidgey.

"Okay. I hope that is satisfactory to you. we are updating Pokémon report number 493."

The divine truth

A young philosopher wakes up in their bedroom, rising to retrieve arms from chest. In the far chest, of course, are Pokémon — the thousand, million, billion arms of Arceus that they will never again take for granted. Today is a very important occasion. It's not every day that one gets to present a life-changing observation at the Pokémon world equivalent of TED Talks.

You arrive at the stage at the end of a long train ride, to rows and rows of filled seats. Your slides are at the ready. Your partner Pokémon is on your shoulder, in the most charismatic place it could be. You feel like you could win a Pokémon Contest. You are ready to rock everyone's world.

arceus does not exist to be worshiped the world learned the perils of religion back during the fiasco of the Diamond and Pearl clans what the world actually needs is philosophy

despite there being a great crowd in attendance, people are not receptive to the message. "don't Pokémon eat each other?" one girl in the audience asks. "I thought that Legendary Pokémon had vendettas," says a boy that should have been a bit too young to know the word vendetta.

"all of you have good questions," you respond, "but actually, as much as things may look bleak sometimes, Pokémon can be in mortal struggle and still have come from the same thing."

"Everyone in the world being part of one thing? Sounds like Communism."

A few people laugh, while somebody deep in the crowd murmurs something about an "Ember".

"if Zangoose and Seviper are constantly at each other's necks, how do you figure that they actually look back up at their greater connection to Arceus and stand beside each other in their daily attempts to wipe each other off the face of the earth?"

you've heard the zangoose argument exasperation thousand times by now. you wish people would get some new arguments.

A small child speaks up. "Who's Ember?"

"A bright mind who had a bad idea. Now shut up. South Vechheim was a disaster and we are not talking about Ember or the World Workers' Association."

"you haven't explained Ember and the World Workers' Association" "In the Vechheim region. her name was Ember. she led a bunch of people to supposedly unite the world, but whenever you get one of these things it always boils down to someone thinking they know what's best for everyone when they don't."

you know there will be more and more burning questions from everyone, because there always are. but you are confident you know what you're talking about. at no time in the history of the Pokémon world has attempting to unite people into any particular ideology been a force for good, or a force for any kind of change. when the two brothers of Unova fought each other with dragons, there was no way that either of them was going to unite the people for what was right. when Archie and Maxie commanded the forces of the earth, or the Diamond and Pearl clans fought each other over the true form of the original Pokémon, none of that was ever going to leave its mark on the world as the way of the future.

nothing more than a footnote on history

"I want to hear about Ember." "Why didn't our teacher tell us about Ember?" "Nobody actually explains what happened with Ember." "Tell us about Ember!"

"All right!" you begrudgingly comply. "All right. You want to know about Ember? This is a talk about Ember now. I'll tell you everything about Ember!"

You struggle to remember the details of the story that at every possible opportunity you had usually refused to tell.

(vechheim)

Ember looked back over the sleepy old cobblestone square, over the ancient forests and meadows of South Vechheim. from the fields to the seas to the great clock towers and old brick buildings, all of this had been returned to the people. just a while ago the great flying beast Nirhorst, needle-like beak, pointed ears, contorting wings like some kind of stone leaf flourish and thin crooked talons like some kind of iron gothic fence, went against the earth beast Fargest with grotesque inset face buried between folding, amorphous body and sturdy pillar-like legs. nobody thought this battle would end in anything. everyone thought that the two would retreat back to their lairs with horrible wounds, and the cycle would simply reset back to its beginning. but something amazing had happened that day. when Ember and her band of followers clasped their hands and activated their Weave Gear, the knot patterns of each band shining, Nirhorst's exit had been blocked by spears of piercing brick-like clay. the strange, dusty earth-red color of Fargest pierced through the body of Nirhorst, far from enough to kill it, yet enough to release slow trickles of its gothic, tar-like blood, and the clay-vine-thread tendrils wove themselves throughout every sector and every dot of the once-proud looming owl-bat until it became a new beast dyed through in brick red. new, but also old. at the beginning of time, Nirfharst had always been a single entity with four legs and wings. like clay, like stone, like metal, like soil, a single living griffin-gargoyle-looking thing representing the unity of technology and intelligence with nature and mere-existence. Nirfharst, like everyone else, had been a child of Arceus. time, space, land, sea, emotions, light and darkness, life and death, all the various elements of the universe had each come to be, weaving themselves throughout the cosmos and yet poking through the surface as Pokémon, like fruiting bodies at the tops of their own respective fungal networks. Nirfharst was everywhere, in the beginning. looking over the prehistoric landscape. watching the affairs of dragons and fairies, the tensions between metal and rock and ground. there could be more than one Nirfharst, more than one _arm of Nirfharst_, but Nirfharst could never be split.

then one day something terrible happened. Yveltal, soaring across the sky in as gentle a way as it could manage, knocked a small current of air across the earth. When the happenstance paths of Yveltal and Nirfharst collided, the foul gust of Yveltal nicked across the surface of Nirfharst like butter through a knife. The wound was hardly noticed at first, but as the days went on, Nirfharst's body became afflicted with a terrible sickness and began to tear itself apart, turning to one side or the other and increasingly fighting itself. Nirfharst, outwardly calm but furious, grilled the other Legendary Pokémon for explanations as its own existence twitched and jerked apart in front of them. but none of them wanted to solve the problem and all of them seemed to come up with excuses. when Xerneas called out Yveltal, Yveltal insisted that the draconian conditions declared on it by Xerneas would never give it freedom. when Rayquaza descended from the sky to seal the two away, Kyogre and Groudon became convinced that it had too much power over the world and fought to banish it back to the stars. when Xerneas and Yveltal tried to join the struggle to destroy Rayquaza, Zygarde appeared from the earth to stop them. Legendary Pokémon everywhere became engrossed in these localized petty fights between two or three that only seemed to keep everyone eternally divided and banished to small remote locales but yet that everyone came to believe was the only way to keep everything in harmony. Nirfharst tore fully apart and began to pointlessly fight itself over ancient Vechheim. nature and intelligence became unmoored from each other and Eternatus spawned from the world as the incarnation of matter's destructive energy darkening the sky — even though two brave wolves would also spring up to defend the budding concept of tribes and civilizations from the specter of international war. floods and volcanoes, disaster and recovery, burning light and thundering darkness, summer, winter, and eclipse, the earth descended into periods of great chaos, in which many ancient Pokémon that had once existed died. when everything settled down, and all the Legendary Pokémon went to sleep, it would take quite some time for the earth to recover.

until the day millions of years later when a human researcher would finally come to the realization of how the greatest disasters in the history of the planet all happened because a bunch of separate rocketing objects all thought they could not be understood.

It had always been said that the people of the Pokémon universe could never hope to comprehend the forces that shaped it. To work backward to the origin, to do alchemy, was an affront against nature. Even the powers of science had the potential to warp and destroy what was. Science was a self-replicating process of nature becoming more aware of how to dominate nature, and as such, to think that pursuing science was a means to lead the world to progress was a fool's errand. science could never hope to understand the world. Neither could one hope to understand the world by learning to manipulate it through magic. the only way to actually understand the world was to comprehend the world in terms of sheer Lived Experiences. To come into contact with each element of the cosmos on its own terms and to fully accept it for what it was, despite what anyone else says, and even at expense to yourself. Even at the expense of others, if they happened to be the kind of people who refused to work toward the peaceful coexistence of every contradictory thing despite all impossible and unworkable superimposings of possibilities. To dream of anything else was lunacy. Humanity needed no great theories of how individuals or groups or forces of the universe actually functioned. All anyone /needed/ was to understand and defend the great task of persuading each existence to accept and cram into its understanding of reality any and all other existences.

Except that that was exactly the way the great disasters had happened. When Xerneas, Yveltal, Rayquaza, and all the Legendary Pokémon of the distant past had tied themselves into a naïve pact to "live in harmony" because they were "all existences", the result had been nothing less than utter catastrophe. And the Emberites had taken notice. Combing through every record of life on the planet, and scanning every account of written history, they had realized that the desynchronizations people and Pokémon faced in settling onto the same goals and forms of structure were the general thing that caused everyone to ultimately try to kill each other. And they were not going to let it happen any more. A rogue Pokémon professor who had split off from the main establishment of corporations and philosophers became their figurehead, gifting them a strange knotted wristband, and the rest was history.

they had the power to create a world without evil organizations. as the Emberites had expanded across South Vechheim, they had found every struggling person slipping toward the grip of crime and slowly recruited all of them into their operation to snap together industry and restore democracy. crime happened, in fact, because there were people who were never integrated into the overall order of society, and each time, they formed into hostile groups attempting to fight the main population to take back the ability to live. prior to the great battle against Nirhorst, there had been no less than three unsavory factions forming in the shadows of Vechheim. but after the founding of South Vechheim, crime on the whole had become unheard of. and as long as they could extend some people with Weave Gear across North Vechheim and stop the second Nirhorst they had summoned, the same might one day become true for the North.

it was clear the history they had read out of the ancient records was broadly correct. through convoluted methods Ember had been able to learn of a mysterious star Pokémon which seemed to exist outside the known universe. some tens of thousands of years before being locked in a tower, this star Pokémon would become struck by its own version of Yveltal's wind of death, beginning just another instance of the same cycle all over again in some different universe. this strange space outside space — "Ultra" Space? the people there seemed to be forming some kind of concerning "Ultra" Recon Squad to rifle through other universes, so why not — did not seem to be part of Arceus. in fact, it looked something more like an environment that hosted a great population of millions of different instances of Arceus. there were over a million instances of Arceus, and a million contained universes, many of them closely duplicating others, although some of these were duplicates of universes full of strange alien Pokémon not familiar to Ember's universe. Arceus was not everything. if everybody was able to get along and coexist and hold a bunch of contradictory outcomes in their heads within Arceus, then there was still somebody suffering in the distant realm _outside_ Arceus. outside Arceus, things simply spontaneously ran into each other and fought each other for the ability to exist. this cast a lot of doubt on whether things were actually all that different _inside_ Arceus. was Yveltal really to blame for "deciding" to launch all Legendary Pokémon into a war? or was it the case that it would take a lot more for Pokémon to practically be able to get along and coexist than simply telling them to _decide to_? in Arceus' universe, Nirhorst and Fargest had torn apart and started attacking each other. in Poipole's universe, Necrozma had broken away from the Poipole planet and Necrozma and the other worlds had started fighting each other. it seemed less like history "repeated" itself temporally and more like it kept spontaneously doing the same things in parallel.

but, all that was soon to change after Ember and her band of Emberites had interpreted all the worlds.

there was just one small problem that had been gnawing at Ember's mind.

throughout the cosmos, there were all these separate universe-lifeforms, the instances of Arceus, and all these smaller bubbles occupying the in-between spaces like a bunch of casually half-formed... Arceus-lets. and all that was fine. but was there any relationship _between_ the different instances of Arceus? it sure was strange that some of the timelines seemed to be so closely similar to each other while others were so different. it was unnerving, and Ember occasionally found herself lying awake about it.

then one day, Ember and the Vision Pokémon discovered something unusual: one of the many universe bubbles they studied seemed to be connected to another one by two thin tunnels. in one of the tunnels, Paradox Pokémon were flooding into Kanto's Seafoam Islands. in the other tunnel, somebody seemed to be getting sucked into the other universe. Ember hated to think about how much trouble all those Meltan would be causing if there was actually any appreciable amount of metal around instead of just a bunch of vaguely-metallic rocks. and what was that goopy, flying... thing? a form of Meltan, apparently. she decided to dub it Iron Ocular and stop thinking about it. you know, the fact its great piercing eye was creepily watching the whole landscape. she didn't like that. apart from Iron Ocular, there were a number of seemingly ordinary Johto Pokémon, a couple of what looked like their really distant biological descendants, and some kind of rather majestic robotic Lapras that seemed to coast through the air like it fancied itself some kind of small spaceship. so, Lapras was now a Legendary Pokémon in this timeline; it also had an equally imposing ancient version, as they would discover looking at another bubble shortly after. apparently, there was a phenomenon which instead of making /specific/ new Legendary Pokémon could split timelines two ways and make any Pokémon Legendary. but... that... Ember looked back at what she had written, and stared at the vision in disbelief. Legendary Pokémon were direct parts of Arceus. or failing that, they were direct parts of any of the scattered "Arceus-lets" that probably, maybe, had their own different-looking Ultra-Space version of Arceus inside. _all the regular Pokémon come from Mew, and all the Legendary Pokémon are direct organs of Arceus. how does one... change that?_ Sandy Shocks, Iron Ocular, that really big llama-looking version of Glaceon, those were all relatively expected. but to make another timeline where Lapras first shows up in the far future, or the far past, yet which is connected to the original timeline... either there were two separate universes that had connected and totally rewrote themselves, or universes were specifically budding off into previous and subsequent universes. oh no. that made too much sense. some bright young lad had tried to build a time machine to Johto and set it a little too far, and pulled in Pokémon from the far future side of the next universe. she had to know what the next universes after this one were going to look like. was there a universe where Vechheim had already been reunited? was there a universe where Kanto, Johto, Alola, or Paldea had first birthed the Emberites? Ember began to rummage through the visions, excited but afraid. the fact she could simply have never existed in the next universe was not on her mind right now. she had to know what else was possible.

what she found was terrifying. every single bubble she brought up had a Nirhorst circling around. none of them contained Nirfharst. one of them had Eternatus' dark skies extending over Galar, Paldea, and Vechheim. one of them had Necrozma in the sky and three Nirhorst circling over the land, after Necrozma had apparently eaten the sun and replaced it like some kind of Paras-mushroom, becoming a new Paradox Pokémon the size of a literal star. _Your name is Helium Emperor,_ Ember sighed, _because I'm tired of everything being called Iron._ in one of the timelines Nirfharst was back, but... this wasn't Nirfharst, this was a new version of it where the back end had been woven through to turn the whole creature iron-black. Farfnirst? would its name be something like that? she really did not like the way it pierced its gaze into every other living thing. when it looked up to the sky, it was almost as if it could see her.

ember dispersed the visions, unsettled. why? why were so many of the timelines ending in Nirhorst, or that new thing Farfnirst? were the Arceus instances singling out the Emberites and correcting over them? no, it couldn't be anything that specific. with all the chaos that was able to happen in the great mass extinction events of the past, it was clear that Arceus actually did not have much power to rein in the conflicting parts of its body when they all got out of control. a new Legendary Pokémon could be created, but there was no way an Arceus instance would be capable of targeting something as currently small and as ordinary as the Emberites for posing more of a problem than something like Lugia or Mewtwo. something else was going on, and it was deeply unsettling.

something loudly and insistently tapped on the door. Archen. yes, this hotheaded little proto-bird that was also a proto-dragon was never subtle about things. Ember opened the weathered metal door and let in her companion, who had also brought... Velozolt? Draganthodon? that was odd. ever since the Emberites had restored the four ancient Pokémon discovered in Galar, these three had done any number of things together, enthusiastically practicing battles together while Ember checked the visions. Even Stegavish and Arctodon got to join in after the creek was added around the observatory. the five of them made for a formidable squad, able to unleash a powerful Unity Attack when the moment was right. but even so, why were they all here? why now? sure enough, the other two were outside in the creek, looking up toward the window with vague anxiety. what could...?

_...oh. oh no._

at the end of Ember's research, there had been hundreds of thousands of Nirhorst swarming the sky until it was dark, with not a single Fargest in sight. in the center of all of it, a 150-meter-tall Farfnirst towered over everything, crumbling off into Nirhorst at the edges as if the whole thing were a single wound-up spool or stack of tiny wrought-iron bats, while far too many churning time-tunnels dotted the sky. _They're the worst,_ read part of Ember's final note. _No matter where you go, they'll always find you, and they'll never pass up the opportunity to get you all at once._

in the months after the final note, it appeared the entire region of Vechheim — South and North — had been totally overrun by Nirhorst, leveling and eating everything in sight and turning the entire region into a giant Nirhorst nest. the oversize Nirhorst amalgam, named Iron Sledge — "because something so loathsome really should have an equally dumb name" — had fully dissolved into flocks and flocks of normal-sized Nirhorst, which all fiercely refused to leave the area until a hero arrived from the Vitya region with the four artifacts of ruin and ultimately dealt them all grievous enough wounds that they were forced to reopen the spacetime tunnels and go home. sealing away all the abandoned Weave Gear, the Hero of Ruin joined with all the Pokémon of destruction to redeem their good names — Yveltal, Giratina, Lugia, Eternatus, and a couple others — and restore the balance of Vechheim.

after the dust settled, Regigigas emerged from the earth, apparently intending to help drive off the Nirhorst but only having managed to wake up by now. Regigigas drew out the three terraforming Pokémon Regieleki, Regidrago, and Regidark to rebuild the battered landscape in the image of Vechheim's previous history and the outward shell of the Emberite revolution — the flash of energy, the inner fire of the feared monster, the will to take one's own road and act in the shadows. the three then allowed themselves to be sealed underground to watch over the forgotten ruins of South Vechheim.

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