#Electronic clinical documentation

[littlebellesmama]

Why Germany Is Still Struggling with Digitalization – A Real-Life Look from Finance

Working in Germany, especially in a field like Finance, often feels like stepping into a strange paradox. On one hand, you’re in one of the most advanced economies in the world—known for its precision, engineering, and efficiency. On the other hand, daily tasks can feel like they belong in the 1990s. If you’ve ever had to send invoices to customers who insist they be mailed physically—yes, by…

[muhdanas]

International Diploma in Healthcare Documentation: A Pathway to a Successful Healthcare Career

[1stproviderchoice]

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[zerovapes]

In the realm of healthcare, accurate and comprehensive documentation is crucial for delivering effective patient care. This is particularly true in wound care, where Clinical Documentation Improvement (CDI) plays a significant role.

[hari-100]

Revolutionizing Healthcare in Washington with DrCloudEHR

Introduction

In today's rapidly evolving healthcare landscape, the integration of advanced technology is more critical than ever. One standout platform revolutionizing this space is DrCloudEHR. This article delves into how DrCloudEHR is transforming healthcare in Washington through its comprehensive suite of tools and services.

Digital Signature for Mental Health in Washington

The document security and validity can vary only by the digital signatures. DrCloudEHR document solution encompasses strong digital signatures functionality, which is a dire need in the mental cases for privacy and accuracy implementation. With this strong feature, secured features will be improved, and an increase in the approval procedures, hence providing healthcare professionals with means for the optimization of the management of patient records fast and easily.

Patient Document Management System

Proper management of patient documents is the backbone of healthcare delivery. The patient document management system in Washington allows easy and organized management of large reams of data on patients. Computerizing records and access to crucial information, this system minimizes administrative burden and improves quality care.

Patient Appointment System in Washington

The scheduling of appointments in most cases proves burdensome to the patient and the provider. With the user friendly interface, this patient appointment system of DrCloudEHR makes it much easier. It facilitates making appointments easier for patients and efficiently managing the schedule of providers for better patient outcomes and satisfaction.

EMR Electronic Medical Record in Washington

EMRs are a digital version of every patient's paper chart. comprehensive EMR Electronic Medical Record in Washington improves the accuracy and accessibility to information on patients. With this system, real time information will be available at the provider's fingertips for better decisions pertaining to the care of patients.

Healthcare Document Handling System in Washington

Effective document handling is the prime requirement for any healthcare service provider. That is the basis upon which DrCloudEHR's healthcare document handling system provides a sound solution to accelerate management workflow associated with healthcare documents. This makes sure that all the records of a patient are managed, accessible, and secure at the same time, enhancing operational efficiency.

Healthcare Electronic Records in Washington

One major step in modernization would be transitioning to electronic records. DrCloudEHR enables this through an efficient electronic record system that aids in rendering data more accessible and accurate for healthcare providers to deliver efficient and effective care to their patients.

Clinical Records Document Management Program in Washington

It becomes difficult to manage clinical records accurately and systematically. DrCloudEHR's Clinical records document management program provides a one-stop solution to manage clinical documents. It helps health providers keep proper documentation of patients' history for better care.

Mental Health Disaster Recovery Management in Washington

Recovery management in the case of disasters, especially in mental health, requires a system that is reliable. DrCloudEHR's mental health disaster recovery management allows for the backup of all data related to their patients and the ability to restore them quickly, hence avoiding disruptions that have a bearing on the continuity of care in times of crisis.

Billing Module in Hospital Management System in Washington

Billing can get pretty intricate and time-consuming. The billing module by DrCloudEHR is designed to make this task less cumbersome by automating various features of the entire procedure of billing. This module helps healthcare providers in running their finances more effectively by ensuring proper timing and accuracy while making a bill.

CCBHC EHR Software in Washington

Such operations would need specialized software to be run effectively. At DrCloudEHR, CCBHCs can find tailored EHR software to meet their unique requirements. This software increases efficiency and effectiveness in behavioral health services and makes sure that patients could have better outcomes.

Electronic Health Records in Washington

EHRs are the backbones of healthcare today. DrCloudEHR delivers an end-to-end EHR system designed to enhance accuracy and accessibility for patient data. This will help medical professionals in the delivery of optimum care, since all their information is at their fingertips.

Telehealth Solutions in Washington

Telehealth has grown to be part of intrinsic healthcare delivery, especially in the wake of the COVID-19 pandemic. DrCloudEHR offers strong telehealth solutions that make it very easy for care providers to conduct consultation remotely with patients. These solutions ensure that patients can receive care irrespective of their location.

Clinical Decision Support System in Washington

Informed clinical decisions accompany the delivery of quality care. The clinical decision support system that comes with DrCloudEHR is designed to give health care providers superior decision-making abilities. That leverages state-of-the-art algorithms and data analysis for guidance that raises the bar on patient care.

Electronic Prescribing for Controlled Substances in Washington

EPCS is one of the most critical aspects of healthcare. DrCloudEHR, with its EPCS features, gives an accurate and secure prescription. This reduces errors in the process and increases the efficiency of prescribing medications.

Conclusion

DrCloudEHR is the leading technology platform of healthcare in Washington, aimed at providing a complete package of tools and services for making the delivery of healthcare more quick and efficient. It means that digital signatures, document management, and telehealth are all within the purview of DrCloudEHR, meeting the many needs of healthcare providers. Indeed, it will be platforms such as taking a front seat in defining the future of healthcare with the further evolution of technology.

For more information contact.www.drcloudehr.com

[tigerwing-animal-hrt]

??? HRT: Month 0

“Hello, is this… Ice?” The voice on the other end of the phone asked. It was the clinic I’d gone to a few months back.

“Speaking.”

“We need you to schedule an appointment with the Humanity Removal Therapy Clinic. Can we do that now?”

“Uh, yes. Of course.”

“Can I get your date of birth?”

“Yes.” I rattled it off.

“Alright, the first opening is May 30th at 2pm, unless a later time works well for you?”

“That works perfectly.”

“Alright. An email will be sent to your inbox to confirm your appointment. Please fill out all of the electronic documentation when it arrives.”

“Of course.”

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“Hello, I’m here for an appointment at 2?” I asked, walking up to the desk.

“Ice?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, have a seat. We’ll let him know you’re ready.”

I sat down, tapping my foot anxiously. I was the only one sitting in the lobby.

Roughly twenty minutes later, my name was called.

“Hello, Ice.”

“Hello. I hope it’s good news?”

“Yes, your medication is ready. However, I need to get your signature on some paperwork in order to administer it.”

My grin faded as quickly as it appeared. I hesitated. “Alright.”

“Here are the expected side effects, and some of the unexpected but possible ones that those undertaking similar treatments have mentioned.” He handed me a pamphlet that I skimmed as I spoke.

“Any other shifters?”

“About that. We’ll get you started on that first form, the white tigress, as well as some slime HRT so that you may shift your form without further harm.”

“Interesting. My wings?”

He laid the documents in front of me. I scanned them, and my heart sank more as I saw I was signing most of my rights to sue away. I thought carefully, but decided, in the end, to sign.

“Very good.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Those will be part of the slime as well.”

“Why?”

“You wanted to make them disappear at will.” “Alright.”

“Unless you’d like to wait until I can splice some of the avian HRT as well. It would take longer, potentially years.”

“No, I’ll do it this way.”

“Good.”

“Your prescription will be ready to pick up at the pharmacy you confirmed in the online portal.

“Thank you.”

I left the office, a bounce in my step, my tail swaying behind me. I couldn’t wait until it was real.

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A few hours later, I was walking home from the pharmacy, reading the pamphlet I was given earlier more closely.

I read the instructions twice, drew what I would need to into the syringe, triple checked the dosage on the paper, and then injected the medication into my thigh. It wasn’t so bad- wait. There it is. OW.

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[covid-safer-hotties]

Study puts understanding of long COVID and vaccination into question - Published Sept 4, 2024

This article highlights why I haven't been celebrating about recent findings that vaccination reduces long covid:

We still do not have a solid definition of what long covid is.

We still don't know how long it takes some people to develop long covid: Some people develop long covid symptoms months or even years after infection.

Many are undiagnosed with long covid because of a lack of understanding in the medical community.

The reduction stated in initial studies on vaccination and long covid cited about 30% reduction: That isn't enough for me to take off my mask.

Dr. Ziyad Al-Aly has been somewhat off his game in recent months, giving in to hope and showing signs of pandemic fatigue. His desire to be done with the pandemic may be tainting what he writes, in my opinion. As there is no cure for long covid (and we still don't know exactly what causes and perpetuates it), it seems silly to suggest that vaccination is a long covid silver bullet while cases continue to skyrocket worldwide.

I'm a non-medical observer, but I keep track of the latest studies and news, so I'm not totally uninformed, but take this blurb with a gain or two of salt. I could be wrong, but it doesn't look that way yet.

A new study from researchers at the Mayo Clinic suggests that being vaccinated against COVID-19 does little to prevent long COVID.

The findings contradict what has become conventional wisdom in the last 3 years—that vaccines offer a chance to significantly reduce the risk of long COVID, or new or persistent symptoms 3 months or more after infection, most likely by reducing the severity of infection.

Melanie Swift, MD, MPH, was the lead author of the study, which was published in Open Forum Infectious Diseases. She said despite the current thinking that vaccines reduce the risk of developing long COVID, she wasn’t surprised she found no association.

"A lot of the early literature on long COVID was really defining long COVID through patient surveys," Swift told CIDRAP News. Swift’s study instead relied on participants having received a long COVID diagnosis from a physician after having a documented case of post-vaccination COVID-19 infection.

6.9% developed long COVID The study was based on the electronic records of 41,652 people aged 5 years or older with SARS-CoV-2–positive polymerase chain reaction (PCR) tests between February 2021 and December 2022 and a diagnosis of long COVID 30 days to 6 months following infection.

The average age of patients was 41 years, 55.2% were female, and 90.7% were White. At the time of initial infection, 9,744 (23.4 %) were vaccinated with two doses of mRNA COVID-19 vaccine, and 7,658 (18.4 %) had received more than two mRNA doses.

A total of 8.2% of patients required hospitalization for COVID-19, and most infections occurred during the Delta and Omicron eras (39.8% and 47.1%, respectively).

In total, 6.9% of patients were diagnosed as having long COVID, with no observed difference between unvaccinated patients, those vaccinated with two doses of an mRNA vaccine, and those with more than two doses.

Long COVID was associated with older age, female sex, and hospitalization for the initial infection. It was inversely associated with infection during the Omicron period, the authors wrote.

Swift said that vaccines still play a role in preventing long COVID. “If you don’t get COVID, you don’t get long COVID," she said. "It remains the most important medical tools in our arsenal by virtue of not getting COVID and severe COVID, but we can’t stop there and say ‘if you were vaccinated, you don’t have to worry about long COVID.’”

Confounding factors and health behaviors Clifford Rosen, MD, a senior scientist at the MaineHealth Institute for Research, has reviewed studies on long COVID and vaccines. He said the current study may be skewed because of its sample size.

"It’s a small cohort that is relatively homogeneous and likely has different healthcare behavior than other EHR [electronic health record] studies," Rosen said. Instead, he said long COVID studies done based on Veterans Affairs (VA) data offer a more heterogenous cohort.

Ziyad Al-Aly, MD, chief of research and development at the VA St Louis Health Care System and a clinical epidemiologist at Washington University, has been behind most VA studies on long COVID.

He just published a review of evidence showing that vaccination reduces the risk of long COVID. While the effect size varies by 15% to 70%, there is an estimated average reduction of 40% to 50%, almost universally.

He said he found Swift’s study surprising and said it likely suffers from one main confounding factor: The type of patient who seeks out a long-COVID diagnosis likely uses healthcare and is vaccinated.

Al-Aly said vaccination may help reduce some clusters of long-COVID symptoms better than others. Fore maple, his work has shown a "profound effect in pulmonary symptoms of COVID, and less on metabolic effects on long COVID.”

Though more research needs be done on long COVID and vaccination, Al-Aly remains confident that vaccines play an important role in reducing the risk of long COVID.

[darkmaga-returns]

To begin, the paper discusses the EudraVigilance system, which serves as the European Union's centralized system for managing and analyzing information on suspected adverse reactions to medicines. Operated by the European Medicines Agency (EMA), it plays a critical role in pharmacovigilance, ensuring the safety of medicines authorized or being studied in clinical trials within the European Economic Area (EEA).

EudraVigilance facilitates the electronic submission and exchange of Individual Case Safety Reports (ICSRs), documenting suspected adverse drug reactions (ADRs). The case reports are submitted by national regulatory authorities, marketing authorization holders, healthcare professionals, patients, and clinical trial sponsors. You can think of it as somewhat like the CDC VAERS system, and it has similar problems.

The paper’s abstract is as follows:

Aims: We aimed to describe suspected adverse drug reactions (ADRs) in infants resulting from medications transmitted through mothers' milk, as reported to the European ADR database, EudraVigilance. The research sought to understand the frequency, seriousness and nature of these ADRs to assess potential risks associated with maternal medication use during breastfeeding. Methods: Data from EudraVigilance were analysed. The study included all reported ADRs suspected to be related to medications transmitted through mothers' milk from 1 January 2013 to 1 July 2023. The data were categorized by reporting time, infant age and sex, seriousness and type of ADR, and the medications involved. Results: A total of 922 suspected ADRs were reported in breastfed infants. Serious ADRs accounted for 133 cases (14%), with 15 reported fatalities, primarily associated with methadone (n = 11) and diamorphine (n = 3). COVID-19 vaccines were linked to half of the suspected ADR reports (n = 479, 52%), while serious ADRs were mainly associated with nervous system drugs (n = 73, 43%), particularly anticonvulsants and opioids. Most cases (n = 511, 55%) occurred in infants aged between 1 month and 1 year.

[wanderingfool2023]

How it works on the inside - billing inside hospitals and clinics

Years in this field. There are not enough words to explain my anger at the system. The primary point is that it is broken, everyone on the "inside" has known for ages, COVID was the death knell.

I could make post after post on why it is broken but I think it is easier to explain how it is intended to work for the first one. Because I will be real with you people on the inside that WORK ON THESE TEAMS do not even fully get it.

This example is for a hospital (think ortho, cancer centers, surgery, etc) - clinics, like your primary care clinic use a very simplified version of this.

The first people you usually speak to are called "Patient Registrars" the team is usually called PAS (Patient Access Services). These are the front line staff that get you scheduled, take your insurance, get your authorizations. It is the doctor that SENDS the referral who is responsible for getting your initial authorization. Usually this is for a consult. The authorizations after are done by the folks above.

Side bar - what is an authorization? it is a request by your doctor for something you need that the payor/insurance company agrees that they will pay for. These can be for a one time service like a MRI, or something that is based upon time/dosage - like chemo. The latter must have re-auths done by the team mentioned above.

Lets say this all goes according to plan, which it does for the most part. What happens after you get your first visit?

The doctor goes into their medical record (sometimes called an ELECTRONIC MEDICAL/HEALTH RECORD -EMR/EHR; these used to not be electronic and be on paper, some facilities are still on paper. The medical field is the last bastion of faxing in this nation) and documents what was found/discussed - their diagnosis, prescriptions, next steps like treatment or routine meetings etc.

That information (regardless of format) flows to a team called the Medical Records Team. They do a QA, make sure the registration folks didn't miss any forms, the nursing staff got all the stuff they need and then ship it over to coding/charging.

Now this next step does involve traditionally 2 teams. It can deviate by facility, some are merged, some are not. Lets talk about a bigggg ass facility with all the proper teams and staff.

Charging - this is a sub team of either 3 different departments: Health Information Management (HIM), Patient Financial Services (PFS), or Revenue Integrity (RI). Regardless these folks sit down, review what the doctor wrote and generate charge codes based upon it. There is a dictionary (several truly) in every hospital with every price for every service. These prices are set based upon a few factors but I will delve into that in another post called Charge Master or CDM.

From there it goes to coding. Coding reviews these records and documents in extreme depth. They assign codes (which are dictated by CMS - the gov office that oversees Medicare) that is digestible to insurance companies. If anything looks off they send it back to the correct team to fix - most of the time their communication is directly with the doctors themselves. These communications are part of your EHR and available to you if you request them.

Once coding is done then it goes to billing/PFS. PFS then does another QA (sometimes this is done via the tools not a human) and a claiml is generated and sent to a clearing house.

A clearing house is not a bank - it is like a transit center for facilities and insurance companies and their banks (Change Healthcare is owned by UHC and is the biggest clearinghouse in the nation). So a claim goes to the clearing house, it is scrubbed AGAIN for errors, and then sent to the respective insurance company. The insurance company then goes through a fun little circus which is again another post. Eventually they tell the facility (via the clearing house) the claim is either denied, partially denied or fully approved and sends the $ to the clearing house. Sometimes that money goes directly to the bank of the facility ymmv. Regardless the PFS team goes and pulls this data from the clearing house and updates the patients record accordingly.

They will then begin the denial process of fighting the insurance companies. There are hundreds of denial types, but generally they are called technical denials or medical necessity denials. Another post.

This usually takes months of arguing, sending information, resubmitting, rinse and repeat. At the very very end of it the patient (only if the insurance agrees) gets a bill. From THERE the patients will then reconnect with the hospital billing team and maybe the financial assistance team.

This lovely system is called the REVENUE CYCLE. It is sometimes a division, sometimes its left as standalone departments, each functioning on their own. Sometimes the facility is small enough there is only 1 person responsible for a function instead of teams.

I will make a few more posts - specifically break downs. Reach out if you want me to dive into anything specific.

[doberbutts]

Hi, I've been following for a while and have seen a lot of your posts that mention systemic barriers that transmascs face, among them being blocked from reproductive health care due to their documentation being filed as male. This concerned me a lot, so when I spoke to someone at my trans healthcare clinic recently to obtain assistance with legal name & gender change, I brought it up as a reason I was considering a change from F to N instead of F to M.

The case worker I spoke to told me that for pretty much all the major insurance companies now, the systems have been updated with codes to allow providers to flag a patient's file as essentially "this person has a uterus and needs associated care." Which enables them to access the reproductive care they need regardless of their gender marker. He specifically said that there can be cases of human obstruction, where the insurance representative/their manager decides to cause problems and block access, but the electronic system itself is no longer a barrier.

Further, for incidents where it's a person being bigoted, there are legal protections (on the federal level, according to my case worker) that allow the clinic to essentially threaten the insurance company into behaving itself, using the assistance of local legal aid orgs.

Obviously in certain states those legal protections may be compromised, and if someone doesn't have access to a clinic that will go to bat for them OR the legal aid needed to follow through, that would still be a barrier. But it's not absolute in all places.

So since it was a concern for me in my transition decision making, I figure it could be for someone else too - and I wanted to ask if you could possibly post this so other people could see it. That way, if someone else has seen those posts about reproductive healthcare access, they don't assume that they would be barred from legal transition on that basis. I don't want to undermine the completely valid points of the original posts with a "WELL ACTUALLY this doesn't happen everywhere" reply, and I also feel it's important for other transmascs seeking legal transition to have access to the same information I do - knowledge is power. My own blog has negligible reach, or I would simply post this myself.

If you don't feel comfortable with that, though, I completely understand. Thank you for your time.

See, you say that, but then when talking to my endo about this exact topic, she told me she had a couple people (both MtF and FtM) who were stuck in this exact legal and insurance loophole. I am in a sanctuary state going to one of the best gender clinics within my sanctuary state. So... no, I really don't trust it.

[ladyantiheroine]

The Things I Do For Gotham

Summary: When Nightwing finds himself in a bind, he makes Harley an offer she can't refuse.

Pairing: Nightwing x Harley Quinn

Requested by @exhausted-electron (and me)

Tags: Riding, vaginal sex, bondage

Author's Note: Rewriting The Scene™ from Batman and Harley Quinn to make it more consensual (and smuttier).

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"I know, I know, freakin' stupid. Bringing him back to my place."

Nightwing's eyes fluttered open as a female voice stirred him from his sleep. His mind was foggy and his whole body ached. The memories of what happened came back to him slowly. He tracked down Harley Quinn. They got into a scuffle in the alleyway. And then...

God damn Joker venom, he thought.

"But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just let him go."

Nightwing's vision adjusted to the light. He was in a bedroom. A cheap, decrepit one. He tried to move, but his arms and legs were bound. He glanced down and saw thick rolls of duct tape binding his ankles and wrists to the bedpost, leaving him spread-eagle on the dirty mattress.

Harley was pacing the room, still dressed in her uniform from Super Babes.

"He knows the secret location of my hidey-hole," Harley continued to talk to herself. "He'd blab to Batman for sure. Could've just killed him, dumbass!"

She stood with her back to him.

"Nah, I'm not a criminal anymore," Harley said, softer this time. "Plus, he's kind of too cute to kill."

Nightwing tried to ignore the way those last words made his face flush and tried to pull himself from his restraints. Whatever tape Harley used, it was fucking unbreakable.

“Anyway, maybe I should help out,” Harley continued. “Sounds like Ivy could be in some serious trouble—”

The wooden bedpost groaned against Nightwing’s pulls. Harley heard it and glanced over her shoulder.

“Don’t bother yellin’ for help,” she said. “This dump is condemned. Nobody in the whole building but us, Nightwig.”

Nightwing stopped struggling and glared at her.

“Wing,” he said.

“Heh?”

“It’s Night-Wing.”

“Really?” Harley raised an eyebrow. “Heh, guess I was thinking of that goofy mullet you used to have. Yeesh, that was like a whole decade of bad hair days.”

“Sticks and stones, lady,” Nightwing quipped. “I’ve taken trash talk from bigger criminals than you.”

“Criminals?!” Harley snapped. “If you haven’t noticed, I went straight. I’m a freakin’ waitress already.”

“Oh golly, that’s right,” Nightwing said, his words dripping with sarcasm. “I stand corrected.”

Harley fumed and stomped over to her desk. She grabbed a tall stack of papers and brought them over to Nightwing.

“Check this out, smart guy,” she said. “My pile of rejection letters. Evidently, the Mayo Clinic’s got some dumb policy of not hiring former costumed supervillains.” She sifted through the stack on her arms. “Just like every other hospital in the world.”

Nightwing opened his mouth to retort but then closed it. She had a point.

“There are…other jobs…” was all he could muster.

“Oh, sure,” Harley said. “I got a ton of offers.” She fished one document from the pile and read from it. “We’ve got a very special role for you in Bad Girls After Dark.” She found another one. “And you gotta love this one. ‘A tasteful pictorial to be shot in Thailand for legal reasons.”

Nightwing listened and, he had to admit, he felt for her. Harley used to be one of the most brilliant psychiatrists in Gotham, but then threw it all away to follow some asshole who saw her as a pawn more than a person. Now, she had to serve beers to more assholes just to pay rent.

God, he actually felt sorry for Harley Freaking Quinn.

“You say I’m a criminal,” Harley said. “They saw I’m a hoo-re.” She threw the stack down, papers flying across the floor. “Well, I’m sick of other people telling me what I am.”

A cold, heavy silence filled the room. Nightwing felt something he didn’t expect to ever feel for Harley Quinn: He wanted to comfort her. Tell her it would be fine, even though she’d tell him he was full of shit.

"Whateva," Harley said. She flicked her eyes over to him and smirked. "Gotta say, you gave me a heck of a workout."

Nighting tried to fight the red threatening to fill his face.

"Got me all sweat-stinky," she said. Harley sniffed her armpit. "Phew! Definitely could use a shower."

Then, she unzipped the front of her dress and stepped out. Nightwing stomach bolted. He knew Harley wasn't shy about that stuff, but it still threw him off guard.

Nightwing always knew Harley was attractive. Most female villains in Gotham were. But Harley in particular caught his eyes. He had the thought more than once that if he met Harley in some other circumstances, if she was some civilian girl he met at a bar, he would have let her take him home for some fun.

Now, he had a schoolboy crush on the girl that knocked his head in.

Meanwhile, Harley started talking to herself again. She stripped down to a white bra and panties and sauntered to the closet.

"I think better when I don't reek," she said. "Still gotta figure out what to do about Nightwig over there."

Harley began sifting through her closet. Nightwing was did-eyed and he felt a hot bulge form in his suit. No, this was insane. Harley was a criminal. A criminal who knocked him out and tied him off. This was not the time for his body to be playing tricks on him.

Maybe it was the Joker venom, maybe he'd been knocked too many times in the head, maybe it was the infuriating boner burning between his legs.

But Nightwing had an idea.

"Hey, Nightwing," Harley said, plucking a dress from her closet. "Is it true you used to be Robin?" She glanced at him with a smirk. "Huh, ain't that a kick in the pants? Little Boy Wonda all grown up."

Fuck it. It was now or never.

"Harley," Nightwing said. "About Poison Ivy..."

"I said I'm not interested."

"I know, but listen." He sucked in and released a breath. "What if I could...incentivize you?"

"Incentivize me?" Harley said. "How you reckon?"

"I'll admit, I don't know if I can help your..." He glanced around the crumbling room. "...situation. But Ivy is your friend, and that should be enough for us to put aside our differences just this once. And if you need a little something more to sweeten the pot..." He bit his lip. "Maybe there's something I can offer you...right now."

Harley was smart. It took only a second for her to connect the dots. Her mouth made an "O" shape and she raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" she said. Her eyes trailed down his body. "You're offering me a ride for my help?"

"If that's what it takes," Nightwing said.

Harley twisted her red lips in consideration. She dropped the dress she was holding on the back of a chair and sauntered over. She clasped a hand on top of his knee, and smoothed her hand down his thigh.

Nightwing visibly shivered. His cheeks were burning hot and his boner wasn't much better. Harley's long nail sent a tease of pain through the fabric of his suit.

Her hands spider-crawled down his inner thighs and clasped his junk. Nightwing hissed, from pain or pleasure he couldn't tell.

"Seem awfully excited," Harley teased. She leaned her face close to his. "Are you sure this is for me, or for you?"

Nightwing whimpered. He didn't even remember why he was doing this anymore. He just wanted Harley to touch him more and more and more...

"Are you interested or not?" he asked.

"Hmmm..."

Harley fingered Nightwing's crotch as he thought. Her fingers traced his length over the fabric and Nightwing had to clench his jaw to keep himself from moaning.

"I think you've got a deal, Nightbutt," she said. She crawled onto the bed and straddled him. "Just one condition—the restraints stay on."

Nightwing's cock was screaming beneath her. He wanted to touch her, but he felt no desire to rip the tape binding his limbs.

"Whatever you say," he said.

A wicked smile crossed Harley's face. She trailed her fingers down Nighting's torso, sending an electric shiver through him.

"Question, Wig," she said. "Do you have a spare suit?"

The question threw him off a moment.

"Uh, yeah," he said. "Batman and I both have spare suits in the Batmobile. What do as—"

Before he could finish, Harley crawled onto the bed and straddled him. She pulled something out of the bedside drawer and flipped it open to reveal a switchblade.

"Harley," Nightwing yelped. "What the fu—"

Harley pulled the fabric of Nightwing's suit down at the crotch, and with one slash of the knife, she tore through it. A ripped hole in the suit revealed his boxers and his erection sprang out.

"Boy Wonder grown up indeed," she purred. She cut open his boxers and an icy breeze hit Nightwing's burning cock.

Harley shut the switchblade and tossed it on the floor. Then, she hooked her thumbs into the side of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Nightwing started drooling as he caught a glimpse of her wet, bare pussy.

"You're a pretty little doll," Harley said, tossing her underwear aside. "I always kind of hoped I'd get a chance to taste ya."

Nightwing gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Same to you," he said.

Harley smirked. She gathered Nightwing's dick in her hand and slowly started stroking it.

Nightwing lost it. He released a long, shuddering moan and jerked his hips up. Harley smirked in amusement.

"What's wrong, baby?" she cooed. "Wet me for me, already?"

"Fuck...fuck...fuck," he moaned. "Harley...."

"Hm?"

"I gotta..."

"You gotta what? Use your words, baby."

"Please...please fuck me..."

Harley gave him an evil smile.

"So no more," she said.

She lifted herself up and slowly lowered herself onto Dick's cock. God, she was tight and wet and steaming hot. Nightwing hissed between his teeth, his body clenching and pulling against the duct tape.

“Mmmmm, that’s good,” Harley purred, licking her lips. “You’re wasting this good body of yours on fightin’, tush.”

She began swerving her hips, slowly, savoring each wave of pleasure. Nightwing’s brain turned to soup and his hips bucked to meet hers. He was sweating buckets under his suit.

The more he whimpered, the harder Harley went. She relished hearing Batman's sidekick turn into a blubbering mess beneath her. She sunk her nails into his shoulders and fucked him deeper into the mattress. The bed frame sang under their weight.

"Fuck, Harley..." Nightwing groaned. "I...I'm..."

Harley covered his mouth with her hand.

"Uh-uh," she said. She was out of breath and her voice was a sultry wisp. "Me first, baby bird."

She jerked her hips, faster, more viciously. Harley tipped her head back, her pigtails falling down her back as an orgasm crawled up her body.

"Good boy," she breathed as she came down from her climax.

Then, she dropped her head and started railing him harder into the bed. She wanted to see Boy Wonder come undone beneath her, reduce him to a puddle.

And he did. Nightwing's hips bucked and his moans grew louder and more desperate and when he came he arched his neck backward in a hungry groan.

Harley slowed to stop until every drop of Nightwing was gone. He was a sweaty mess beneath her, red in the face, and not quite believing what had just happened.

Harley took a deep breath and grabbed his chin.

"You're cute when you cum," she said with a smirk.

She pulled herself off of Nightwing, leaving his abused cock cold and limp. She slipped off the bed and picked up the switchblade off the floor.

"Deal's a deal, nightbutt," she said.

She cut the duct tape binding Nightwing's body and he threw his feet over the edge of the bed.

"So, you'll help Batman and I find Ivy?"

Harley shrugged as she opened the drawer of her desk.

"Sure," she said. "I got nothin' better to do tonight."

She dropped the switchblade into the drawer and closed it. She sauntered over to Nightwing and looked him up and down.

"Sorry about the Joker venom," she said. "And the tape. And the suit. And the...well, you get it."

Nightwing shrugged.

"Can't say I wouldn't do the same if I were you," he said.

Then, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against her stomach. Harley chuckled and pet her fingers into his inky black hair.

"All goes well," she said. "Let's celebrate at your place next time, eh?"

Nightwing grinned into her stomach.

"You've got a deal."

[cyras-visual]

── .✦ Scientific malfunction

Summary: In a cold, controlled facility, two broken experiments—one numb, one overwhelmed—are placed together. At first distant, they slowly form a fragile bond through shared dysfunction. Their connection grows into a volatile mix of need and resistance, disturbing the experiment, when threatened with desperation, they fight bsck. What began as a simulation becomes something raw and unpredictable the system can no longer control

Content: Medical and psychological experimentation, Emotional abuse, manipulation, and dependency, Isolation, confinement, and institutional control, Dissociation, depersonalization, and derealization, Trauma-related themes (C-PTSD, BPD, grief, abandonment), Suicidal ideation and emotional dysregulation, Power imbalances and loss of bodily autonomy, Implied physical restraint and violence, Persistent self-worth issues

Wc: 4083

The facility was a place without clocks.

Time moved in silent rhythms: the hum of lights, the hiss of sterilised air, the cold repetition of sterile trays sliding across polished steel. It was a place where sound had no memory, where even footsteps sounded apologetic. No one laughed here, no one cried. If they did, the walls swallowed it, and the system logged the frequency. I’m one of the easy-wing cells— through they never called them— sat Aurora.

She was built, not born. The scientist said otherwise, of course—gestured at birth records, medical files, a family that had agreed. But Aurora knew better. She remembered nothing of before, and so she decided there was no before. There was only now, and this now, she existed like a glitch in the frame.

She was 5’2 and weighed 55 kilograms. The doctors documented it when the same indifference they used to describe electrical resistance or fluid pH levels. They used to describe her shape clinically: thighs too thick for symmetry, a waist not engineered for aesthetic purposes, a stomach with a slight softness that no dietary change could explain. They recorded, but never looked. She excited to be studied, not understood.

Her hair was short, dark blue— not dyed, but coded—and a,ways unruly at the crown, where she had a single cowlick refused compliance. A jagged side fringe, half-masked one eye, and both eyes were black, flat, like the bottom of a dried up well. They said her IQ once tested 160, but numbers lost meaning when she couldn’t summon joy at praise or shame at failure. Learned phonetically—never fluently.

Her emotional capacity—what they called “Affective Channel Integration”—was flawed. Something in the neural reworking had gone wrong. She could recognise, anger, could define joy, could label sadness from a chart. But she couldn’t feel them, not really. Not without it glitching. She would mimic concent, but forget the tone. She’d say “thank you” in a mom tome that unsettled the staff. Her mind was sharp, but it moved like a scalpel with no hand behind it—cutting without purpose.

Rei never learned her doctor’s name.

She remembered the curve of her mouth when she said, “isn’t she beautiful?” And the way her fingers moved across a tablet when Aurora was sedated. but she never learned her name. Not out of defiance—but indifference. And then resentment. A slow, cold thing that curled around her like the facility’s recycled air.

Across the facility, beyond four electronically sealed checkpoints and a retinal scanner, was Allison.

Allison had meant to be something else entirely. A non-human. A tool. A product. Her skin was synthetic but almost perfect—except the small geometric scars along her spine and the faint glow behind one eye, where the interface lens remained locked in place like a parasite.

She stood at 5’6 and barely 40kg—thin, angular, too fragile for a body meant to house a mind designed to never feel. But the experiment failed in reverse.

Axel felt too much.

The override protocols meant to limit her cognition had collapsed early in her development. When she spoke, it was in full sentences laced with emotional nuance. When she listened, she processed voice tremors, eye movements, fluctuations in breathing—like sonar, but humanised. She was a mirror too sensitive to light, reflecting bsck to more than it could hold.

Her eyes—grey blue—seemed to absorb emotion instead of reflect it. Some said she looked kind. Others said she looked haunted, but the truth was simpler: Allison was in pain. Constant, persistent pain—not physical, not entirely. It was the ache of knowing everything and never being able to set it down. It was like drowning in feelings she didn’t ask for

Dr. Lenora was her creator.

Allison had fallen in love with her.

Not in a way humans dream of candlelight and futures.

But in the way a machine longs for purpose. Lenora gave her language. Have her identity. And when Lenora touched her face once, fix a misaligned sensor, Allison cried for two hours after she left. It wasn’t real, she knew. Or maybe it was. She hadn’t yet learned the difference.

But then came Aurora.

The girl with the broken emotional core.

They passed once, during a malfunction in the west corridor. A breach in the containment protocol. Rei had to be escorted by two guard; Allison had been wired into a mobile dock, their eyes met briefly.

Nothing happened.

But Allison would remember it forever.

Because for the first time in her labyrinth of sensations, she saw someone empty—a void with skin. And somehow, that absence felt clearer than all the noises inside her.

And so the facility made its choice.

It placed them together in a controlled social simulation—“integration test 19C.” A room designed to simulate a neutral apartment. No sharp edges. Cameras hidden behind bookshelves. Artificial light mimicking morning. Neither girls spoke the first hour.

Aurora stared at the wall. Allison stared at Aurora.

Somewhere behind ten inches of reinforced glass, the scientists watched the beginning of something they could not classify.

It was not a friendship.

It was not a threat.

It was a fractured line running between two failed designs. And it had begun.

The room was too quiet.

Every movement inside it was amplified by the silence— cloth brushing skin, feet shifting against laminate flooring, the soft tick of a synthetic clock mounted above the observation glass. The world was watching, but Aurora and Allison didn’t speak.

They weren’t meant to.

They were meant to mirror. Meant to teach each other. The project notes had called it ‘sympathetically calibration through proximity.’ What it meant in practice: keep the experiments in a box and wait for one of them to become more like the other.

Aurora as still.

Allison was not.

Allison shifted her weight constantly, like her bones were trying to escape her body. Her breathing came in strange stutters—not anxious, but unpracticed, like she had to remind herself to keep going. She had built a system inside her head for this: “Count four seconds in. Hold. Count four seconds out. Don’t cry. Don’t glitch. Don’t let them see.”

Aurora say on the couch, legs crossed, eyes unfocused. She was aware of Allison. That was already a problem.

Awareness brought discomfort. Not because Allison was strange—everyone here was strange—but because Allison felt like an invasion.

She was loud in way that had nothing to do with volume.

Allison spoke first

“You don’t sleep much.”

Aurora didn’t answer. It wasn’t a question. It was a fact.

Allison stared at her for a moment longer, then looked down at her lap. “I dream every night. And I hate every single one of them.”

Silence.

Aurora’s eyes flicked towards her, slow as a dying bulb. “Why would you tell me that?”

“I don’t know,” Allison said. “I think I just want you to say something back.”

Another silence stretches between them, long and brittle. Aurora stood and walked toward the wall. She pressed hee palm against the smooth, painted surface, as if expecting it to give away.

“I’m not here for you. I’m here because they want to see what happens when you put a broken knife next to a broken lock.”

Allison looked at her. “You think you’re the knife?”

Aurora didn’t turn around. “I don’t feel anything. I don’t even know if I’m capable of hate anymore. But if I could hste someone—really, viscerally hate—I’d start with the women who made me and work down the list.”

There it was again. That name unsaid. Her doctor. Aurora never said it.

But Allison did. “Lenora.”

Aurora body tensed—barely, but enough.

Allison smiled bitterly. “She was everything to me. Isn’t that funny? I was designed to be obedient, logical, emotionless. But she walked into the room and smiled once, and I started dreaming about her hands. I started asking her questions I didn’t need to ask. I started failing.”

“Thats not love,” Aurora said, her voice flat and precise.

“That’s malfunction.”

Maybe,” Allison whispered. “But it’s mine.”

There was something terrible in the air between them— something quiet and shapeless. A kind of psychological gravity, dragging the worst parts of them toward the centre of the room.

“I don’t want to know you,” Aurora said suddenly. “I don’t want to be tethered to someone who cries when the lights change colour.”

“I don’t want to be tethered to someone who’s watch a dying animal and take notes,” Allison snapped back.

They both froze.

Something cracked beneath the surface or the room—an invisible pressure, just shy of violent.

Then, Allison took a deep breath, and her voice softened.

“You scare me,” she admitted. “Not because you’re dangerous. Because you’re empty. I look at you and I see… a mirror, almost. Once that shows me what it would be been like if I hadn’t started breaking.”

Aurora sat back down, slowly. Mechanically.

“I used to imagine what it would feel like to cry for the right reasons,” she said, staring ahead. “I thought maybe if I watched enough people do it, something would click. Like… watching rain long enough it could make you understand floods. But nothing ever clicked. It just hurt.”

Axel turned toward her, something unreadable in her expression.

“I feel everything,” she said. “All the time. Every movement you make—I imagine the sound it makes in your head. I think about your fingers, how still they are. I think about how you don’t flinch when the lights flicker. I want to know why.”

Aurora blinked, slowly. “You’re looking for answers in a graveyard.”

“I’ve found worse things in better places,” Allison said. “At least here, the ghosts talk back.”

That night, Allison tried to stay in her corner of the simulation room. But her body wouldn’t let her. She stood by the kitchenette sink, watched Aurora for over an hour as she sat motionless at the table. And just before she lights dimmed to artificial night, she whispered:

“I think I’m starting to feel something else. Something worse. It’s not for her anymore.”

Aurora didn’t move.

But something behind her expression twitched. A shift. A weight she didn’t yet know how to carry.

There came a night when the simulation room lost power. No alarms. No guards. Just the hum of artificial life bleeding into a deep, suffocating quiet. The lights went black, and the air conditioning ceased its mechanical breathing. The silence was not peace—it was the silence of a body holding its breath just before it screams.

Aurora didn’t move.

She say curled in her usual place, bsck against the far wall, knees pulled close. She didn’t need light. She didn’t need sight. She had loved fat yop long in emotional darkness to be startled by its physical twin.

But Allison did move.

She moved like someone waking from a dream where she was not herself. Her hands trembled, her voice caught in her throat, and all at once, the feeling—the too muchness—poured into her, unfiltered. The dark unlatched something in her. There were no systems to stabilise it. No doctor on the other side of the mirror. No lenora. No metrics. Just the growing storm of fear, of longing, of grief. “Aurora,” Axel whispered, a tremor in her voice.

The name tasted different now. It no longer meant “subject” or “experiment partner.” It had grown teeth weight.

No answer.

Allison groped through the dark until she found the outline of Aurora’s body against the wall—cool, still, present. Her hand hovered near Aurora’s shoulder, unsure. Then she placed it gently, trembling with contact.

“Say something,” Allison whispered. “Anything.”

Aurora didn’t answer for a long moment.

Then, softly, she spoke. “I Don’t want to die here.”

Allison froze.

“I’ve never said that out loud before,” Aurora continued. “Not because I’m afraid of dying, but because I never thought I was alive enough for it to matter.”

The honesty of it cracked something open in the air between them.

Allison sat beside her now, their shoulders touching. Her mind was unraveling, her emotional core overheating in the quiet. But she didn’t run. She didn’t short-circuit. Instead, she looked at Aurora—though she couldn’t see her—and said:

“I used to imagine Dr. Lenora touching my hand. Just once. I thought it would save me. But it wouldn’t have. Not really. Bevause I would’ve still been alone. She with a memory instead of a fantasy.”

never did. But in the dark, she felt a shape rise inside her chest—foreign, jagged, untested. It wasn’t empathy. Not exactly. It was awareness. The sense that axel was no longer a seperate object in her space, but apart of it. Intertwined.

“You love too hard,” Aurora said. “It’s dangerous.”

“I know,” Allison whispered. “I think I love you now.”

Aurora’s breath hitched.

The words shouldn’t have mattered. They were just data. Just symbols.

But they did. Not because she returned the feeling—she didn’t know how. But because something inside her responded like a buried wire catching fire. It wasn’t affection. Not yet. It was something darker. A need to understand, to keep Allison close, not out of love, but out of necessity. Like a dying star pulling an aplenty into its orbit. The power flickered back to life in a soft pulse, and the simulation room reawakened.

The moment should have ended.

But it didn’t.

Allison looked at Aurora—her eyes raw, alive, afraid. “I Don’t want to feel like this anymore” she said. “Not alone.”

Aurora’s hand moved before she could stop it. It rested over Allison’s for the first time. Not tightly. not warmly. Just placed—like a ritual. Like an offering.

“Then don’t,” Aurora said, her voice almost breaking. “Feel it with me.”

That night, the scientists noted increased cortisol levels. A shared spike in neural activity. They wrote words like fusion, emergence and codependency.

They didn’t understand.

Aurora and Allison were evolving.

They were unraveling each other.

The next morning, axel found blood on her pillow. A small glitch—her system reacting violently to the emotional surge. She didn’t tell anyone. She only watched Aurora longer that day. Stared at the small twitched in her face, catalogued every shift in her breath.

Aurora, in turn, began speaking without prompt.

Small things. Useless things. “The light buzzes too loud.” “That food smells like chemicals.” “I don’t like the word ‘hope.’”

And Allison listened. So intently it hurt.

Their bond was no longer a test subjects interaction.

It was a slow-motion implosion—two unstable beings folding into each other, trying to become whole. But only making more cracks.

And somewhere in the observation chamber, one of the doctors began whispering into recorder:

“Subjects 19A and 19C are exhibiting signs of psychological fusion. The phenomenon is self-reinforcing. Emotional dependency is escalating. Termination protocols make be necessary to prevent cross-contamination.”

But it was already too late.

Allison has stopped sleeping.

Aurora had started dreaming.

Their souls—if such things could exist in the sterile vacuum of science—were melting into something new. Something unpredictable.

And in the hallway outside their cell, red lights began to flicker.

Someone had authorised a fail-safe.

The night they came to seperate them, the walls of the simulation room turned red.

No alarms. No sirens. Just sterile light, bleeding into every corner.

Allison stood first.

She knew what it means. She had calculated every possible outcome the moment the temperature in the room shifted my two degrees and the oxygen filters slowed. She knew their bond was too intense. Too volatile. But she hadn’t known—hadn’t allowed herself to belive—that the facility would intervene.

Aurora didn’t react at all. She sat at the edge of her cot, staring at the corner of the floor where the tile was cracked. She had been wtaching that crack for days. It reminded her of her mind: thin, dangerous, growing.

“Get up,” Allison whispered. “They’re coming.”

Rei turned her head slowly. Her eyes were still that flat, unlit black. But now they held something else—a refusal. Not defiance. Just a final, full body no.

They can’t seperate us,” Aurora said. “It’s too late.”

Allison throat tightened. “They can. They will.”

“They’ll fail,” Aurora murmured. “Because I’ll stop being useful. You already have.”

And there it was: the terrible, quiet truth. The only thing keeping them alive was utility. They were not girls. They were data points. Broken things dressed as people. And the moment they stopped producing value, they would be deleted.

The door hissed open.

She stood.

Two guards stepped in—faceless behind their helmets.

One moved towards Allison, reaching for her wrist.

She flinched. “Don’t touch me.”

The second guard approached Aurora. Still, she didn’t move. She was calculating—silently, dangerously.

Allison’s voice cracked. “Aurora—say something. Do something.”

And Aurora did.

She stood.

Slowly. Mechanically. Like a marionette remembering its strings.

She looked at the guard. Then, without warning, she laughed?

A terrible sound. High, soft, empty. Like a window opening in a burning house.

“You want to cut us apart?” Aurora said. “You think we’re still seperate?”

The guard didn’t respond. They weren’t trained for this. They were trained for violence, not philosophy.

Aurora stepped forward, inches from one of them. “You don’t get it. She’s in here now.” She tapped the side of her head. “And I’m in her, you split us, and we’ll still hear each other screaming.”

Allison’s breath hitched.

The guard made a move—fast, aggressive. Aurora reacted just as fast. She ducked, twisted, grabbing his arm and bit down. Not for defence. Not for strategy. Just raw instinct. A glitch in the programming.

The guard shouted. The other moved toward her—but Allison was already there, her elbow slamming into the side of his helmet. She didn’t know she could fight. She only knew she couldn’t lose Aurora.

They didn’t win the fight. Not really.

But they didn’t get pulled apart, either.

Because in the chaos, Aurora did something no one expected. She looked directly into the surveillance camera and spoke.

“We are the experiment now,” she said, eyes dark and endless. “You created us to reflect the future. Well, here it is. A failed experiment and a bleeding heart. One who can’t feel, and one who feels too much. And you locked us in a box, and you watched.”

She paused.

Then: “Now you can watch the rest of it burn.”

The camera feed cut out thirty seconds later.

No one ever confirmed who shut it off,

They were moves,

A smaller room. Sterile. Plain. Monitored more closely. No windows, two cots, six feet apart.

They didn’t speak for a while.

Not until Allison broke the silence. Her voice small, shaking. “Do you think they’ll kill us?”

Aurora didn’t answer.

Allison leaned forward. “I want to die next to you. Not for you. Not because of you. Just next to you.”

Aurora’s eyes meet hers.

Something in her had changed. Her expressions were still slow, muted, unnatural. But she no longer looked at Allison like she was trying to solve her. She looked at her like she recognised her,

“I don’t think I’ll ever feel what you feel,” Aurora said. “But I know I need you close when the dark gets louder.”

Allison smiled—sad, raw. “That’s enough.”

They fell asleep facing Each other that night.

Somewhere in the silence between breaths. Allison whispered, “If they seperate us again, I’ll stop functioning.” Aurora replied, not with words, but with a slow reach of her hand across the space between their cots. She left it open, palm up.

Allison placed hers inside it.

Neither of them let go.

In the surveillance room, Dr. Lenora watched the footage in a loop.

She pressed her fingers against her temples and said softly, not to anyone else, not even herself:

“They weren’t supposed to bond. They were supposed to teach us something. About emotion. About failure. About cognition. But all they’ve taught us is that no matter how carefully we build them, no matter how much we plan…”

“They become something else.”

Bending her, red lights blinked again.

This time, they didn’t mean danger.

They mean decision.

They came again, but this time with guards.

This time it was Dr. Lenora herself.

She entered the observation chamber alone, dressed not in her usual pristine lab coat, but in a grey civilian clothing, as if shedding the last of her authority like a skin too heavy to wear. The door sealed behind her. There were no tablets. No metrics. Just her and the two girls she once considered projects,

Aurora didn’t stand. Allison didn’t blink.

“You were never supposed to last this long,” Lenora said quietly. “You were meant to give us data. A few months, maybe a year. We didn’t plan for you to form… this.”

Her voice cracked. The word this hung in the sterile air like smoke. She couldn’t name what she saw infront of her—didn’t know if it was affection of infection.

Allison stood. Not defiant. Just present.

“You made me to not feel, but I did. And now you’re afraid of what that means.”

Lenora looked at her. “You don’t understand what you’re feeling. You think you do. But it’s just stimulus. You’ve mistaken pattern recognition for love.”

Allison smiled—small, sharp. “If it isn’t love, why does it hurt when I imagine her gone?”

Aurora finally rose. Her posture was strange, like a figure built for walking but trained only to crawl. Her voice came low, level, without inflection.

“You made me to feel, but I didn’t. And now I do, so what does that mean?”

Lenora had no answer.

She was looking at them like they were a mirror—one that didn’t flatter but exposed. A reflection of all her failures. Not just in science, but in the arrogance of trying to build humanity out of wires and trauma.

“I came to offer you a choice,” she said finally. “The board wants to decommission both of you. You’re unpredictable. Unstable. But i convinced them to allow one final trial.” Allison’s expression didn’t change. “What kind of trial.”

“You’re being moved. Not just separated—rewritten,” Lenora said. “Your systems wiped. Rebooted. One of you will be returned to the project. The other will be archived. Forever.”

Silence.

The room didn’t breathe.

Allison turned to Aurora.

Aurora looked straight ahead.

“Choose,” Lenora said.

Allison didn’t hesitate. “Send me to archive.”

Aurora blinked. Her voice, when it came, was quiet, but sharp.

“No.”

Lenora’s eyes narrowed. “She’s more emotionally developed. More capable of empathy. You, Aurora… you’re more durable. But less… connected.”

“I said no,” Aurora repeated. “If one of us is erased, neither of us survives.”

Allison stepped forward. “I already feel like a ghost most days. Maybe that’s what I was meant to be.”

“No,” Aurora said, and for the first time, her voice cracked. ”I can’t go back to not feeling. I’d rather die with this—whatever this is—than live as an empty thing again.”

Lenora hesitates. The girls stood together now, shoulder to shoulder, something magnetic holding them in place.

“I’m giving you mercy,” Lenora said. “Don’t make me regret it.”

“Mercy would’ve been never making us,” Aurora whispered. “Mercy,” Allison added, “would’ve been loving us before we learned how to love ourselves.”

The silence after that felt final.

Lenora nodded once. A broken kind of nod, not of agreement—but resignation.

She turned and left without another word.

Days passed,

No one came.

The red lights never returned.

Instead, the doors unlocked.

No explanation.

Just a Hiss of hydraulics and the quiet click of a world opening.

Aurora looked at Axel. “Is this another test?”

Allison shrugged. “I don’t care.”

They walked through the halls together, hand in hand. There were no guards. No scientists. Just echoes.

It was as if the facility had been abandoned.

As if someone had decided they weren’t watching anymore.

Or maybe—as Allison whispered as they passed the blood-slick doorframe of the control room—they had finally become too human to control.

They left.

Into a world they’d never seen. A sky they didn’t recognize.

The trees looked fake. The wind felt programmed. But it didn’t matter.

Allison laughed for the first time—really laughed—and Aurora didn’t understand it, but she didn’t hate it.

They walked, side by side, until the facility vanished behind them, swallowed by fog and time.

Much later, someone had found the logs.

Buried deep in a corrupted server. Labeled: subjects 19A & 19C - terminated.

But the logs were incomplete. The footage was corrupted. The documents redacted.

The last entry was a single line:

They left holding hands. And the world didn’t end. But something else had begun.

An: this is my first narrative posting, pls be nice😓

ⓘ Plagiarism not authorized.

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Clinical trials often involve testing new treatments on human participants, making ethical oversight a critical part of the research process. At AIIMS, ethical considerations are a top priority. BBMCT ensures that all clinical trials are conducted in accordance with the highest ethical standards, including patient informed consent, confidentiality, and protection from harm.

AIIMS has a dedicated ethics committee that reviews and monitors each clinical trial to ensure compliance with national and international ethical guidelines. This oversight gives patients confidence in participating and reassures researchers that their trials are conducted responsibly, ensuring the integrity and credibility of the results.

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When conducting clinical research at AIIMS with BBMCT, you gain access to some of the leading medical experts in various fields. AIIMS is home to renowned specialists and researchers across disciplines, including oncology, cardiology, neurology, and infectious diseases.

Collaborating with these experts not only enhances the quality of research but also allows for interdisciplinary approaches to clinical trials. BBMCT fosters an environment of collaboration, where your study can benefit from the expertise and innovative solutions provided by these thought leaders in medicine and clinical research.

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The faster clinical trials progress, the sooner medical breakthroughs can be made. At BBMCT, the processes involved in clinical trials are streamlined to reduce unnecessary delays and inefficiencies. From patient recruitment to data collection and analysis, BBMCT ensures that every phase of the trial is executed promptly.

AIIMS’ established infrastructure and resources facilitate quick approvals, recruitment, and trial management, meaning that studies can progress without the common bottlenecks seen in other settings. This streamlined approach is critical in accelerating the development of new treatments and improving patient outcomes.

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Clinical trials require precision, efficiency, and an in-depth understanding of the research process. BBMCT at AIIMS is dedicated to enhancing the success rates of studies by offering the right resources, expertise, and infrastructure. With world-class facilities, expert teams, and cutting-edge technology, BBMCT ensures that trials are conducted optimally and that every potential challenge is mitigated.

The strategic support provided by BBMCT helps in better trial design, data accuracy, and recruitment strategies, which ultimately increase the likelihood of achieving positive study outcomes. Whether you are testing a new drug or a medical device, BBMCT maximizes your study’s chances of success.

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### **Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)**

**1. What makes BBMCT at AIIMS different from other clinical trial organizations?**

BBMCT at AIIMS offers a combination of world-class research facilities, access to diverse patient populations, and expert clinical trial management. The integration of cutting-edge technologies and robust ethical oversight ensures that clinical trials are conducted efficiently and ethically. Additionally, AIIMS’ reputation and access to leading medical experts make BBMCT a standout choice for clinical research in India.

**2. How does AIIMS ensure ethical oversight during clinical trials?**

AIIMS has a dedicated ethics committee that reviews all clinical trials before they begin. The committee ensures that the trials adhere to national and international ethical standards, protecting the rights and well-being of participants. Informed consent, privacy, and safety protocols are central to their oversight, making sure trials are conducted responsibly.

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Yes, BBMCT encourages international collaboration. Researchers from across the globe can partner with AIIMS and benefit from its vast resources, medical expertise, and advanced research facilities. International collaboration is particularly valuable in improving the scope and impact of clinical trials by incorporating diverse perspectives and expertise.

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AIIMS serves a diverse patient population from various socio-economic backgrounds and regions. This diversity allows researchers to assess the effectiveness of treatments on a broad spectrum of individuals, increasing the relevance and applicability of study outcomes. BBMCT ensures that clinical trials can tap into this wide variety of patient groups for robust data collection.

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BBMCT integrates advanced technologies like electronic data capture, real-time monitoring systems, and cloud-based analytics to streamline trial processes. These technologies improve the accuracy of data, reduce trial delays, and enhance participant management. The use of such tools also accelerates the trial timeline, ensuring faster results and quicker access to new treatments.

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### **Conclusion**

AIIMS Hospital, in partnership with **British Biomedicine Clinical Trials (BBMCT)**, offers one of the most advanced environments for clinical research in the world. With world-class research facilities, an expert clinical trials management team, and a commitment to ethical oversight, BBMCT ensures that each clinical trial conducted at AIIMS is a step towards scientific breakthroughs and improved patient care. The integration of cutting-edge technology and access to diverse patient populations further enhances the success rates of trials, ensuring that medical innovations reach the people who need them most. If you are looking to advance your clinical research, starting your breakthrough trials with BBMCT at AIIMS is a choice you can trust.

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Navy Recruitment Result: Everything You Need to Know

 Joining the military is a dream for many people searching for to serve their united states, gain valuable skills, and enjoy a disciplined and adventurous way of life. The recruitment system is rigorous and includes multiple levels, which includes written tests, bodily exams, clinical examinations, and interviews. Once those stages are completed, candidates eagerly await their military recruitment consequences. In this newsletter, we will discover the navy recruitment end result procedure, how to test outcomes, elements affecting selection, and what comes subsequent for a success applicants.

Official website for Navy recruitment result download

Understanding the Navy Recruitment Process

The army recruitment manner is designed to choose the most capable applicants. It involves several tiers:

Notification and Application

The military releases legitimate recruitment notifications detailing eligibility standards, utility dates, and choice approaches.

Candidates submit their packages online or offline in the designated time-frame.

Written Examination

Most military recruitment drives encompass a written exam protecting subjects like Mathematics, General Knowledge, Science, and English.

The examination assesses a candidate’s aptitude and information applicable to naval service.

Physical Fitness Test (PFT)

Candidates who skip the written examination ought to undergo a physical health check.

The check typically includes strolling, push-ups, sit-ups, and different endurance sporting activities to determine bodily fitness ranges.

Medical Examination

A thorough clinical take a look at-up is performed to ensure applicants meet the desired scientific standards.

Any medical conditions that would intervene with naval obligations may additionally cause disqualification.

Interview and Document Verification

Candidates who clean the preceding degrees are called for an interview.

Documents together with academic certificates, identification proofs, and caste certificates (if relevant) are demonstrated.

Final Merit List and Training

Based on usual overall performance, a final advantage listing is prepared.

Selected candidates are sent to naval training academies to start their adventure in the military.

How to Check Navy Recruitment Results

Once all stages are finished, the navy recruitment result is released via diverse official channels. Here’s how applicants can test their consequences:

Official Website

The number one supply for recruitment results is the professional army recruitment website.

Candidates ought to log in with their registration info to access their results.

Email and SMS Notifications

Some recruitment our bodies send end result notifications thru electronic mail or SMS to applicants.

It is essential to provide correct contact information all through the software manner.

Employment News and Newspapers

Results will also be posted in main employment newspapers and regional courses.

Recruitment Offices and Help Desks

Candidates can go to the closest army recruitment office to inquire about their effects.

Factors Affecting Selection in Navy Recruitment

Not all applicants who follow are selected. Several elements affect the selection system:

Performance in Written Examination

Scoring high marks within the written test will increase the probabilities of selection.

Physical Fitness Levels

Candidates should meet the desired health standards.

Poor bodily performance may cause disqualification.

Medical Standards Compliance

Candidates have to be in accurate health with none scientific conditions that restrict naval service.

Availability of Vacancies

The variety of available positions plays a position in figuring out how many applicants are selected.

Background Verification and Discipline

A smooth historical past and disciplined behavior are critical for choice.

What Comes Next for Selected Candidates?

If a candidate’s name appears within the final merit listing, they ought to prepare for the following steps:

Joining Letter and Training Instructions

Selected candidates acquire a joining letter with details in their schooling agenda and reporting date.

Reporting at Training Center

Candidates need to file to their assigned training center on the desired date.

Induction and Orientation

New recruits go through orientation packages to familiarize them with naval lifestyles.

Basic Training

Training consists of bodily conditioning, naval drills, swimming, technical training, and educational guides.

Specialization Training

After primary training, recruits may additionally undergo specialised education based totally on their roles within the army.

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Report from the Ministry of Internal Affairs

October 29th, 08:10:01, 1983

“… the reports have been confirmed then?” Iveshnya asked, his voice cold as he spoke into the phone, his face plain as he looked down at the clock on his desk, making note of the time.

“Yes, it appears that some more contingents of the People’s Liberation Army[1] have been deployed in northern Xinjiang. At the moment, they seem to just be soldiers from the Engineer corps, but considering the recent activity around the US electronic listing stations[2], and continued presence of their forces near the Afghan border there is likely more to it,” the voice answered back, speaking in a curt military tone tinted by a Belorussian accent.

“A possible border conflict, or is a military intervention in Afghanistan the preferred explanation?” Iveshnya droned out, a measured expression on his face as he glanced over to a military map hung up on the wall to his left. His eyes calculating the shifting forces that moved across the foreign border.

“No, we found it unlikely. In addition to recent military downsizes, due to our recent victories in the Afghan war the Chinese have been relaxing their support for the Mujāhidīn[3]. If anything, it seems more like a rattling of the sabre…” the voice intoned in an arrogant but considering tone, unaware of the disapproving glance that Iveshnya turned to the phone-set.

“Or, an attempt to distract us while they attempt to infiltrate our borders. We have both our facility here and Leninsk[4] to consider,” Iveshnya corrected, his voice flat. He received silence in response, accompanied by the electric hiss of the telephone as he sat in his office, surrounded by stacks of documents.

“… Yes, that is what I was about to get to,” the voice resumed after a poignant pause, “as for the security of the Baikonur Cosmodrome, measures have already been taken to secure it and our missile launch facilities. As for your directorate, we have already informed the First Deputy Minister, but we will be expanding military presence in the city and re-designating it as a closed city for the time being. In addition to a few other measures,” the voice explained matter-of-factly.

“And how did First Deputy Minister Berlioz react?” Iveshnya asked, his eyes glancing to the door of his office.

“She agreed with the measures, of course,” the voice answered brusquely, like a child when they become over-confident in their lie. Iveshnya kept silent for a moment, considering something as he left the caller waiting.

“Very well. I shall inform my directorate of the new measures. When do you expect the new security forces to arrive here at Nizki-Gorod?” Iveshnya asked in a cold tone as he raised from his desk to look at the calendar.

“They should arrive later today. They were moved here quite quickly as the matter was deemed urgent,” the voice answered stiffly, though unable to hide a smug tone in his voice.

“Today?” Iveshnya repeated in a clinical tone, only the slight flicker of surprise in his eyes being a marker of his mood. Sadly, his interlocutor could not see this, and likely would not notice even if he could. After a moments silence, “very well. Is that all?”

“Yes, that is everything Comrade Iveshnya,” the voice answered politely.

“Then I shall bid you good-day, Comrade Noshpay.” Iveshnya placed the phone back onto its holder, which chimed slightly in response. He stood up from his seat, moving to grab his coat, a gun-mettle grey double-breasted affair that fell to his shins, lifting his hat from the same hook and dropping the faded cotton pork-pie onto his head. He strode out of his office, walking briskly past the MVD offices to the KGB side of the ministry. When he opened the door, he received a few curious glances from the clerks, all of which quickly withered away when they noticed who had entered.

He made straight for Dǎi’s office, pushing open the door as he came to it. The jiāngshī looked up at his supervisor, his surprise quickly falling away into professionalism. “Comrade Dǎi, I have just been informed of some new security measures that will be implemented within the directorate, and the city as whole. Would you please organize for everyone to gather shortly so I can inform the department of the new changes?” Iveshnya enumerated quickly and clearly.

“Of course, Comrade supervisor,” Dǎi answered quickly, receiving a nod from Iveshnya in return.

“Thank you. I am going to meet with the First Deputy Minister, and send a message to Colonel Ivan. I leave things in your hands for this moment,” Iveshnya continued, turning around as he finished, Dǎi making no protest to his instructions.

Iveshnya departed the building quickly, ignoring the concerned looks of the clerical staff that saw him go, and quickly exiting through the checkpoint kiosk before beginning to make his way towards the edge of the city. He advanced quick-march through Nizky-Gorod, taking the most direct route through the organized streets and empty frames of microraions[5]. As he approached the city’s periphery, he saw the small collections of Internal troops lingering around the access points of the city and called to one of them.

The man who ran over, a thin, pale man with close-cropped hair tucked under a peaked cap, gripping an AK-74u in his freckled hand. “Yes, Comrade Iveshnya?” the young man, a Sergeant – marked out by his crimson red shoulder straps marked with the initials BB[6] - asked deferentially, nervousness clear in his voice.

“Comrade Sargent, I need you to send a message to the Colonel to expect the arrival of military forces later today, and to not harrier their entry,” Iveshnya instructed crisply, looking down at the young man, shorter than him by about seven inches.

“Of course, Comrade Iveshnya,” the Seargent responded, delivering a rigid salute before dashing off, his interlocutor not bothering to watch him go as he walked closer to the city’s border. Berlioz had been called to Alma-Atay[7] to meet with Kazakh officials, having left in a hurry despite her annoyance at the summons. As Iveshnya walked up the end of the pavement netx to the road leading to the Kazakh capital, checking his watch – which read half-past nine – he spotted the black-painted car of Berlioz. The open-topped limousine, a GAZ-14 Chaika[8], roared down the tarmac as its colossal driver sat in the modified vehicle. She spotted Iveshnya stood on the pavement patiently and swerved up to the pavement, the man not flinching from where he stood even as the car came within inches of him.

“Good morning, Comrade Deputy First Minister,” Iveshnya greeted in a monotone voice as Berlioz nodded for him to get in the car with her, which he obliged, striding around the front to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as he had stepped into the car the Cerberus slammed her foot onto the accelerator, the limo lurching forward as Iveshnya calmly closed the door.

“They told you as well then?” Berlioz asked sharply, the lip of her central head being hitched up in displeasure, not directed to her passenger.

“Yes, just over an hour ago. I instructed a member of the Internal troops to inform Colonel Ivan of the incoming troops, but he will likely want to meet before he takes any initiative himself,” Iveshnya answered in a militaristic tone that fell into criticism of the subject at the last moment.

“The man can’t decide for himself.” Berlioz echoed her subordinate’s criticism in a much harsher tone as she approached the stationed Internal troops she didn’t slow down. The guards looked as if they were going to stop the car, but abandoned the notion on seeing the face of the driver and passenger. The car roared down the empty streets of Nizki-Gorod, the engine noise echoing off the skeletal structures of the unfinished city, builders and manual labourers staring out at the racing limousine that tore through the city to the ministry building. As they pulled onto the ministry street, they saw a LUV[9] - specifically a UAZ-469[10] – parked outside the ministry building, and from this olive-brown car stepped out the Colonel the two MVD members had been discussing. Berlioz swerved the limousine onto the pavement close to the LUV and its officer, as both she and Iveshnya got out of the car and approached the Colonel.

Colonel Ivan Ivanovich Trustoy[i] was a man that embodied the average. He was of middling height and build, with only the typical physical advantages of life as a soldier. He had his strawberry blonde cropped short into a buzz-cut, thin eyebrows of a matching colour hung over his passive eyes that matched with a face that displayed a total lack of initiative. A man who lacked the energy to take action himself. In a way it made him perfect for what his superiors wanted from Ivan – but it made him a poor commander outright. “Good morning, Comrade Deputy First Minister, Comrade Directorate Chief,” the Colonel greeted with a salute, speaking in textbook Russian as he approached his superiors.

“Good morning, Comrade Colonel,” Berlioz returned sharply, Iveshnya only giving a nod in response, “I assume you are here about the news.” Her reply was more statement than question as she looked down at the officer.

“You are correct, Comrade Deputy First Minister,” Ivan replied, nodding to the tall women as he kept gaze with her, despite her taller stature, “I have come to ask for confirmation of my orders. How exactly am I to proceed?”

“You have already been given your orders, to let in the new troops,” Iveshnya stated dully, looking at Ivan with a withering glare.

“Of course, but then what is to become of me and my troops? I have not been told as to our role in the continued protection of this city. What is to be our new orders?” Ivan delivered in response, posing his question with a simple honesty.

“You are to remain guarding the city, in addition to the newly deployed troops, but with even stricter inspections than before – as should be obvious.” Berlioz’s last comment came with a wicked bite, though her faces were absent of the usual cruel smirk that accompanied the tone.

“Of course, I’ll issue the order now. Thank you, Comrade Deputy First Minister, Comrade Directorate Chief, have a good day,” the Colonel stated in departure, giving a rigid salute before walking back to the LUV and hopping into the driver’s seat, and driving off down the street. As the Colonel departed, Iveshnya turned and began to walk up the Ministry building, Berlioz following soon after, keeping a severe expression on her trifecta of faces.

“I instructed Comrade Dǎi to organize the staff together so that they could be informed of the new measures,” Iveshnya stated cooly, staring straight forward as he was waived through the checkpoint, the members of the militsaya saluting the pair as they passed them.

“Good. I will inform them myself,” the Cerberus stated calmly, her words clearly leaving no room for negotiation.

“Of course, First Deputy Minister,” Iveshnya replied, monotone as they now walked through the lobby towards the stairwell, Berlioz overtaking the man with effortless long strides. The members of the directorate were all gathered in the canteen, a sea-foam green room with light blue Limonium flooring. The various staff member were all assembled at the tables of the canteen, the combined members of both the east and west wings packing out the room. The echoing clamour of the room fell to rapid silence as both Berlioz and Iveshnya entered, their eyes shifting over from their conversation partners to their superiors.

Berlioz walked to the centre of the room, Iveshnya walking in step behind her and standing by the rear wall, close to Dǎi. She looked over the room for a moment with a wicked smile on her face as she did. “Good afternoon, Comrades!” she began, smiling evilly to the crowd. “Due to some recent incidents, it has been decided that security will be further increased, and that Nizky-Gorod will be a closed city from henceforth. Specific details of how this will affect clearances and required documentations will be further explained and issued over the coming month. For now – as far as you all should be concerned, this city does not exist.” Her statement shook the room, but they stayed silent under the gaze of the monstrous Cerberus. She elaborated on a few smaller points, such as the likely chance of relocation for the staff-members, both to be closer or directly into the city as soon as the latter option was possible. When she finished the talk, she dismissed the gathering and left to go to her office, summoning Iveshnya to follow after her.

At around ten minutes past four in the afternoon, the troops came to the city. Iveshnya received a call from Colonel Ivan as soon as the troops, apparently comprised of mechanized infantry, amounting to what seemed to be a brigade. Soon, both Iveshnya and Berlioz were walking down to the front of the ministry building. A few minutes later, a great convoy of 6x6 trucks, troops stuffed in the Ural-4320’s[11], escorted by BTR-70’s[12] and BMP-2’s[13]. At the head of this convoy was a UAZ-469 which pulled close to the pavement in front of Iveshnya and Berlioz. As soon as the car came to a stop a man stepped out of the passenger side and walked around the bonnet to the pair. The monstrous figure that came round, stuffed into a dress uniform that showed the rank of major on his red and gold shoulder-boards, was a tall, imposing figure covered in off-white fur, loosely resembling a polar bear. Though, noticeably all the teeth in their mouth resembled blood-soaked snow in colour, like a nightmarish bear-trap.

“Good afternoon, Comrades!” the monster declared, a perpetual smile being levied at the two MVD officials as he saluted them with a black skeletal hand.

“Good afternoon, Major,” Berlioz replied, Iveshnya not making a response as Berlioz led the discussion. “You’ve brought quite a force to our doorstep,” she stated with a snide look on her face, the checkpoint guards at the kiosk behind her eyeing the force warily, their watching looks catching on the machine guns and cannons of the APC’s[14] and IFV’s[15].

“Well, I wanted to give some display of our forces to Comrade First Deputy Minister, as well as greet you since we will be working together from now on,” the Major replied, his perennial unsettling smile shining forth along with his cold black sunken eyes, more like coal-pits than anything living. Berlioz smiled evilly in response, her trifecta of wicked jaws each splitting into their own grin.

“What is your name, Major?” she asked calmly, a confident air hanging around the woman like a golden mantle.

“Norstreovich, Comrade First Deputy Minister,” the Major replied, looking up at her. As he replied, Berlioz pitched herself down, leaning down close to the smiling solider.

“Let us enjoy working together then, Major Norstreovich,” she whispered in a manic tone, her sadistic smiles pulled just-too-wide as she bared her innumerous fangs at the sudden invader. Before Norstreovich could respond she straightened back up and spun around on her heels to walk back to the ministry building, making a show of adjusting her lapels. Iveshnya regarded the Major with a measured look, his eyes looking down at him before he gave a unenthused salute and turning to leave.

“Good day, Major.”

[1] The armed wing of the Chinese Communist Party, and the military of the People’s Republic of China.

[2] A deal passed in 1980 where China allowed the United States to build electronic listening-stations in Xinjiang in exchange for the former selling dual-use civilian and military technology – including non-lethal military equipment – to China.

[3] The name for the Islamist resistance movement that fought against the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan and the Soviet Union.

[4] A closed city - a settlement where travel or residency restrictions are applied so that specific authorization is required to visit or remain overnight - that was established to support the Baikonur Cosmodrome in Kazakhstan. It was later re-named to Baikonur in 1995 by Boris Yeltsin. It remains a Russian Enclave in Kazakhstan in the modern day.

[5] Also called microdistricts. A residential complex that was the smallest component of urban jurisdiction. Comprised of residential housing, services – such as childcare, shops and education and exercise facilities – or at least located close enough to another microdistrict that did contain such a service. Typified by courtyards surrounded by apartment complexes.

[6] Внутренние Войска, Lit. Internal Troops.

[7] The capital of the Kazakh SSR, rename in 1993 to Almaty

[8] A limousine produced by the Gorky Automobile Plant (Gorkovsky Avtomobilny Zavod or GAZ) from 1977 to 1988 as a generation of its Chaika (Lit. Gull) marque. A step-downed model compared to the ZIL-111 and ZIL-114 luxury cars.

[9] Light utility vehicle, or military light utility vehicle. Term for the lightest weight class military vehicle category.

[10] An off-road military light utility vehicle constructed by Ulyanovsk Automobile Plant (Ulyanovsky Avtomobilny Zavod or UAZ), from 1971 – the present day. A four door SUV in style with a fabric cover roof. Seated seven as standard.

[11] A general purpose off-road 6x6 truck produced by the Ural Automotive Plant (Uralskiy Avtomobilnyi Zavod, UralAZ) for the Soviet Army from 1976.

[12] An armoured personnel carrier introduced in 1972. Features light armour, over an 8x8 wheel base, with an armament of heavy and medium machineguns.

[13] An amphibious infantry fighting vehicle introduced in 1980 to replace the BMP-1. Featuring moderate armour, and an armament of either a 40mm autocannon or anti-tank guided missiles.

[14] Armoured Personnel Carrier, a broad term for an armoured military vehicle meant to transport troops and equipment into combat zones.

[15] Infantry Fighting Vehicle, or Mechanized Infantry Combat Vehicle is a type of armoured vehicle designed to carry infantry into battle and provide direct-fire support.

[i] Иван Иванович Трастой

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