#porton down

[tomorrowusa]

Britain has been developing a laser air defense system called DragonFire. Originally it hadn't been scheduled for deployment until 2027 but the war in Ukraine may offer the UK an opportunity to test its capabilities by seeing how well DragonFire takes out Russian drones fired at Ukraine.

The DragonFire weapon, which is expected to be in service by 2027 at the latest, can hit a target the size of a £1 coin from a kilometre away. Reforms aimed at speeding up procurement mean that DragonFire will now be operational five years earlier than planned. Defence Secretary Grant Shapps travelled down to the Porton Down military research base in Salisbury in an attempt to speed development up even further "in order for Ukrainians perhaps to get their hands on it". "I've come down to speed up the production of the DragonFire laser system because I think given that there's two big conflicts on, one sea-based, one in Europe, this could have huge ramifications to have a weapon capable particularly of taking down drones," Mr Shapps told journalists. "And so what I want to do is speed up what would usually be a very lengthy development procurement process, possibly up to ten years, based on my conversations this morning, to a much shorter timeframe to get it deployed, potentially on ships, incoming drones, and potentially on land. "Again, incoming drones, but it doesn't take much imagination see how that could be helpful in Ukraine for example." Laser-directed energy weapons can strike at the speed of light, using an intense light beam to cut through their target. They are a lower-cost alternative to using missiles to strike down drones, costing only about £10 per shot.

You can't argue with cheap, fast, and accurate. Ukrainians are quick learners, highly motivated, and amazing innovators. DragonFire and Ukraine would be a great match.

The new procurement model, which comes into effect this week, is aimed at speeding up the process of getting cutting-edge developments in military capability like DragonFire out on to the field. "It's designed to not wait until we have this at 99.9% perfection before it goes into the field, but get it to sort of 70% and then get it out there and then... develop it from there," Mr Shapps said. Asked whether the system might be ready earlier than 2027, he said: "Because I'm here, I've taken the opportunity to arrange additional conversations with colleagues about whether we could speed it up even faster, very much using the integrated procurement model of saying there's a war on - let's say that it didn't have to be 100% perfect in order for Ukrainians perhaps to get their hands on it, can we do any better - but 2027 is still the date as of this moment. "But of course I'll look to see what we can do to speed up."

Ukraine may be the equivalent of a beta tester for DragonFire. Experience in Ukraine would be used for improvements to the weapons system.

So far, laser defense systems are being developed particularly in connection with naval uses. Here's a vid from late 2021 which outlines the potential uses for and challenges to use of such systems.

It makes me grin to recall that the High Valyrian word for DragonFire is Dracarys.

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[letsgethaunted]

The Chemtrail Conspiracy

Image 01: Contrails refer to the visible white lines of condensation that can be seen behind planes flying at altitude. Image 02: Chemtrails refer to a conspiracy theory which suggests contrails are actually used by the government for multiple nefarious causes. Image 03: In the early 20th century, several people living in the Toyama prefecture of Japan were affected by Cadmium poisoning when a mining company leaked Cadmium into local water sources. The resulting disease was called Itai Itai, or “It hurts It hurts.” Image 04: Reaction to chemical experiments at Porton down during the Cold War. Image 05-08: Porton Down conducted several secret biowarfare tests on uniformed volunteers as well as the unknowing public by plane, ship, and even truck. Although some tests were top secret, the general public protested germ warfare and the associated testing. Image 09-10: Harvard professor David Keith hosts a conversation with “Truthers.”

#Let's Get Haunted #The Chemtrails Conspiracy #Truthers #Cadmium poisoning #Itai Itai #Porton Down #Instagram

[intraspecificviolence]

#white collar crime #iraq war #david kelly #UNSCOM #porton down

[mercoglianotrueblog]

Gerrymandering? Always

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#UK'#PortonDown experiment "Disease X"

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[jontheketeld]

The Porton Down Anomaly

First of all this is not anything to do with

SCP or some sort of cryptid

you trend following smh's

this is a real event

Porton Down is Britain's major research facility

in regards to viruses and chemicals

and their effects on the human body

here human testing is performed

including unwilling participants

i say "is performed" but in terms of the unwilling it's "was"

that kind of thing doesn't exactly fly nowadays

not even if the subjects are foreigners

the past is horrible, people

or that's the narrative anyway

now way back when

people were experimented on without their knowledge

one such subject

that was told he was there to find a cure for the common cold

you know that famously incurable ailment

the one that evolves faster than the planet's immune system

the one that famously any anti-virus would be more deadly

and this was common knowledge beforehand

you get the picture

so let's just say our subject today was not the brightest bulb

said subject was one of the human guinea pigs

along with others they were here to test various things

after some people died from the after effects of tests

the scientists were given a new safer level of 'stuff' to test

the scientists ignored the suggestion

they reduced the dosage somewhat but not enough

our subject was given a lethal dosage

previous tests showed that they sat comfortably in the fatal region

there was no question about it

this man was about to die

he wasn't the only one

several other people were given the same dosage

can't rely on one set of results for accurate tests

they all died

except our subject

well that's odd

maybe he has some sort of immunity to it

that's what the scientists thought at the time

he had shown the same symptoms as the others earlier on

it's possible his body was already built in a special way

a way that allowed his immune system to evolve to fight it

at a faster pace than the 'stuff' was able to deal damage

there was also a woman who had been pronounced dead

along with many other women

she had shocked the scientists by apparently coming back to life

she obviously hadn't died and had slipped into a coma momentarily

the odd thing is that these were scientists testing here

it's not like they're gonna make a mistake when testing vital signs

but a lot of people had died and maybe they got a little complacent

the person who checked the bodies was reprimanded

not because there might be living people they'd disposed of

but because his sloppy efforts might ruin the data

he did admit to getting used to routine and being lax

he pointed out less than a dozen others that he was lazy with

the morgue was asked if these people showed any life signs earlier

one individual showed signs of dying after the pronounced death

it was assumed they'd suffocated at some point later

considering what they were testing caused breathing troubles

that would make a lot of sense

but it was at this point that something stood out

all three had the same surname

"Rowan"

with some variance on the spelling

now the scientists thought that it's possible that they're related

maybe there's a hereditary reason they survived

two of the same name is a coincidence but three is curious

the woman was in no fit state to be talking

she'd survived but not unharmed

her language skills had been affected

she was hysterical from her ordeal

that's understandable

and she was also having trouble breathing

again they were testing things that affected breathing specifically

no surprises there

the man however though not in his best state was able to talk

and he revealed that

the man that had died in the morgue was his older relative

about the woman however he had no idea who they were

about this time info on other "Rowan"s they tested came in

they'd all survived but that wasn't surprising

these were from earlier tests using very safe doses

most had survived these tests in the test group

the Rowans along with random other test subjects

had survived with no lasting effects

of those in that category around 70% were Rowans

and there wasn't a single Rowan in those that had lasting problems

compared to other surnames it stood out like a sore thumb

there had to be a hereditary trait in that family line that was different

already however there was some doubt to that theory

if they had been taken from the same sample group

not everyone in the family is going to share the same surname

people get married after all

what if the other subjects that survived earlier are related

what if some that had lasting effects were related

what if some that died were related

the only real way to know was to investigate the Rowan subjects

maybe throw in those that had no lasting effects in for good measure

investigating the Rowans was hit with a major glitch at the start

you see the test were performed on two very separate groups

some were people local to the uk

but some were people from India

the name Rowan is middle-eastern in origin

so there were Rowans from each group

the not so dead woman was from India

and the man and his elder were from the UK

the Rowans of the previous test were a mixed bag of both

also they were of lots of different races

it was very unlikely they were related at all

some were people who got the name from marriage

some of those non-Rowans with no lasting effects

were in fact born as Rowans originally

interestingly however none of the ones with lasting effects

had ever been a Rowan

nor had the fatal tests had any dead Rowans as a result

even if you count those who were born with the name

but changed it later

there was something else that matched too

every one

the former and current Rowans from the previous tests

and the three other Rowans from the new tests

all had the same employment

they were farmers

it's not impossible thought the testers

samples were taken from rural areas

by chance these Rowans and former Rowans

might simply be people from farming backgrounds

they thought it weird that

they didn't get any from other sects of the community

no shopkeepers

there should have been at least some

shopkeepers made up a large percentage of the other subjects

large enough a percentage that

you would have expected some of these Rowans

to have that as an occupation

they all seemed to work the same group of farms

again that's not strange

take a sample from a specific area that's bound to happen

what's odd is that none of the other test subjects worked those farms

you'd think if they came from the same local area

some of these other test subjects would have worked there

especially since farmers made up a large portion of the group

what's going on

something's screwy here

there's a chance they're related and just have interracial couples

at least that was the theory for now

those hopes were dashed by the fact that some of the Rowans

were not even born as Rowans

some married into the name

but more oddly

most of these Rowans

were only Rowans

by deed poll

their lineages were completely and totally separate

they had no relation to each other at all

wait

but then

why were so many Rowans recovering so well from the tests

maybe since they all worked on the same farms

it has something to do with the workers' routine

maybe these farms had certain policies

certain practices the employees were performing

well that did turn out to be true at least

but there was a problem with that too

the non-Rowan subjects also followed similar practices

so that can't be the reason

the scientists started looking for any similarities among the Rowans

there were a lot

they all seemed to share similar ideologies

similar philosophies

similar beliefs

similar principals

mentally they were very alike

many even gave that as the reason for changing their surname

they felt like they belonged in the Rowan family

that they were different to other people

they felt at home around the Rowans

well that sounds like a cult

it might have been

they had strange ideas about animals

when they voiced them

these ideas seemed to annoy much of the staff

most of the scientists did not want to hear it

the things the Rowans said was not what science dictates

it would turn out later that science needed to be updated

somehow the Rowans knew things about animals

that would take scientists years to discover

the Rowans also worshipped a tree

i don't mean a figurative tree god or something like

they worshipped an actual real living tree

or more specifically or less depending on how you say it

not any one specific specimen

but a species

just one particular species

no other species

and not particular individuals of that species

any and all individual plants of one particular species

well scientists had seen something similar with animals before

or certain types of stone

but the tree thing was a new one

if not a cult it had to be some sort of faith or religion

it's not like this faith was too strict though

there were no places of worship

people didn't need to meet in groups

there weren't even any special words or symbols to represent it

it was just something everyone agreed to do

weird

what made things get even weirder

the test subjects with no lasting effects

many of them spoke about people praying to trees where they live

some had prayed themselves just out of novelty

some in times of desperation trying everything in a bad situation

most had never prayed to them at all

results were no different than anyone who prayed to things either

the scientists thought that maybe

the tree emitted a gas that affected their bodies

they'd seen that with other tree species

in those cases the tree gas just killed people though

not give them immunity to deadly substances

maybe over time

exposure strengthened the subjects against

the very stuff they were testing on the subjects

turned out that couldn't be true

many both Rowan and non-Rowan

had never even seen the species in person

they only knew it by word of mouth

some had even got the wrong species by mistake

but then when we asked about the prayers they made

a pattern started forming

regardless of who prayed

even if they didn't quite pray to the right thing

if they prayed for someone else's benefit

and that person they prayed for was a test subject

that test subject passed the tests in good health

and yes the woman and old man from the recent tests

had never been prayed about

there was also a test subject

that had been given a double dosage by mistake

he had died as a result

the test subject

had attempted tear down a tree

this tree matched the description

of the one everyone was praying to

it was blocking land development

and they victim hadn't interacted with the tree directly

he ordered its removal

other men attempted to remove it under his instruction

however they were chased away by locals

the odd thing is that the dosage was one of the safer doses

even doubling it shouldn't have killed the man outright

but it did

he should have survived with lingering health issues

at least that's what the data showed

based on the results of other tests

odd coincidence for him being the one to anger the tree cultists

maybe someone with a vendetta slipped something else in there

his death had been shocking to watch apparently

all the symptoms you'd expect but cranked up to 11

he died very quickly

his suffering wasn't worse than any of the other deaths

but it was much quicker

it looked more like it was a mercy killing

or someone just wanted him out of the way

as quick as humanly possible

his death was horrific to watch

but in reality not a bad way to go

other deaths people tend to see as more peaceful

the truth is they're worse

the subject is paralysed

so to the viewer it looks gentle

to the subject however it's a living hell

that's reality for ya

science tells us how it is

not what we think things should be

why the scientists felt the need

to go on this wild tangent

i don't know

sometimes you get weird results

sometimes you look too deeply into patterns and lose logic

there's a scientific explanation for everything

we just have to wait for science to catch up

humans are good at spotting patterns and trends

these trends often have logic to them

science itself has the reason for it

humanity does not

scientists test to find those causes

scientists don't know everything there is to know

maybe they never will

we have to put faith in the fact that

future generations will find the answer to this mystery

it's easy to believe in superstition

when scientists can't explain what's happening

patterns are noticed long before

the method by which they're made

becomes clear

a data anomaly such as this is just such an event

we have enough data to see a trend, a strong one

we don't have the right method to find out why

we stab at it with everything we know for sure

ultimately scientists just simply haven't found

all of the scientific discoveries

that are needed

to find the scientific reason

for the pattern they found in the tests

people can see the pattern and predict it

they might know what sets it in motion

but don't know the mechanics of it

they take a guess and maybe get somewhere close

then as most people do with such things

they fabricate the rest in a believable narrative

believable to some at least

their explanation seems plausible

given the science at the time

so some people start to believe it

when more scientific discoveries are made

the reason for the pattern becomes clear

people doubt it at first

they were grown up on their traditions after all

especially when science couldn't explain the pattern before

then

as people are able to test the new theory themselves

everybody understands in the end

the sun is not a ball of dung rolling across the sky

babies don't come from storks

we get these now but people used to believe in them for real

whatever made the Porton Down anomaly

we will understand in time

scientific discovery is consistent to that effect

#real world mystery #mystery #porton down

[katruna]

#porton down #into the shadows #Youtube #the truth behind britain’s most cryptic research facility

[reality-detective]

UK scientists have begun developing vaccines as insurance against a new pandemic caused by an unknown "DISEASE X". The work is being carried out at the government's high-security Porton Down laboratory complex in Wiltshire by a team of more than 200 scientists. They have drawn up a threat list of animal viruses that are capable of infecting humans and could in the future spread rapidly around the world.

Note: They say, stay away from dead birds but they are kneeling very close to one.

The creation of a vaccine for an unknown disease under the guise of climate change.

What does that tell you? 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #lies exposed

[arcobalengo]

🇬🇧🇷🇺 I media britannici annunciano la minaccia di una terza guerra mondiale a causa di un recente attacco informatico da parte di hacker russi.

L'Independent ha descritto gli attacchi come "spietati", in quanto gli hacker si sono impossessati di informazioni top-secret sulle strutture militari del Paese, tra cui i dati della base sottomarina nucleare HMNB sulla costa occidentale della Scozia e del laboratorio di armi chimiche di Porton Down.

Gli hacker hanno attaccato i server di Zaun, un'azienda che fornisce servizi di sicurezza informatica, anche alle agenzie governative. La notizia è stata riportata dal sito web del Daily Mirror. L'azienda riferisce che è stato rubato il 74% di tutti i dati archiviati da Zaun. Secondo la dichiarazione ufficiale di Zaun, l'attacco informatico contro l'azienda è stato effettuato il 5-6 agosto da LockBit tramite un "PC Windows 7 non protetto".

❗️ La responsabilità dell'attacco è stata attribuita al gruppo di hacker russo LockBit.  

Seguite 📱 InfoDefenseITALIA

📱 InfoDefense

Se usi un PC con Windows 7, il criminale sei tu non gli hacker

[workingclasshistory]

On this day, 1 September 2007, The Guardian newspaper published an article revealing that Indian soldiers based in what is now Pakistan had chemical weapons tested on them by the British colonial administration from the 1930s onwards. Large numbers of Indians suffered burns in the tests carried out by scientists from Porton Down, which were apparently carried out to see if mustard gas inflicted greater damage on South Asian skin rather than white skin. Learn more about the British empire and resistance to it in this book: https://shop.workingclasshistory.com/products/insurgent-empire-anticolonial-resistance-and-british-dissent-priyamvada-gopal https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.1819457841572691/2071358769715929/?type=3

[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 2) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eight: Gigantic Hound

Summary: A man comes with an interesting case to (Y/N) and Sherlock, and they go on a trip to investigate.

            A few months had passed since the case with Irene, and Sherlock, (Y/N), and John had returned to their usual routine. By “usual,” that mean John putting up with Sherlock and (Y/N)’s boredom and the nonsense that came with it until an interesting case came up. It didn't help that Sherlock's mind was buzzing with the truth of (Y/N)'s parentage, and he needed a case to take his brain off it, or he'd go mad. He could hear Moriarty's words echoing within him, and his mind could come up with the most horrible ways Moriarty would use (Y/N) against him. He knew how capable Moriarty was of hurting people. He didn't want them to hurt. he wanted them safe. All in all, the stress was a burden, and it was driving him mad.

            “Nothing?” said Sherlock grumpily as John flipped through the newspaper, trying to find a topic to excite the bored detective.

            “Military coup in Uganda,” suggested John.

            “Hm.” Sherlock found it boring.

            “Another photo of us with the hats,” said (Y/N) distastefully.

            “Oh, um, Cabinet reshuffle,” said John.

            (Y/N) groaned. “Nothing interesting.”

            John sighed in exasperation. “It’s just because you two are bored by basically everything.”

            “Oh, John, I envy you so much,” said Sherlock, sighing dramatically.

            “You envy me?” asked John.

            “Your mind—it’s so placid, straightforward. Mine and (Y/N)’s —they’re like an engine, racing out of control; a rocket tearing itself to pieces trapped on the launch pad,” bemoaned Sherlock.

            “We need a case!” said (Y/N), turning over in frustration on the couch.

            “You two solved one! By harpooning a pig!” cried John. Bloody drama queens, honestly.

            “Yes, but we need the next one!” said Sherlock.

            “Is there nothing on the website?” sighed John. He felt like a babysitter.

            “Oh, yes, a fun note from a child,” sighed Sherlock.

            “ ‘Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes and (Y/N) (L/N). I can’t find my bunny, Bluebell, anyway. Please please please can you help?’ ” recited (Y/N). They glanced at John. “And apparently, the night before Bluebell disappeared, it turned luminous. ‘Like a fairy,’ according to Kirsty. Then, poof! Bluebell was gone. Hutch locked, no sign of forced entry.”

            “Am I going to have to hear you complain forever?” grumbled John.

            “That or Cluedo,” said (Y/N).

            “Oh, no! We’re not playing that again!” said John vehemently.

            “Why not?” asked Sherlock.

            “Because I don’t hear you two bicker over whether the victim did it or not. Or whether it’s even in the rules,” said John.

            “The rules are wrong,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            The doorbell rang downstairs, and the trio stopped moving.

            “Single ring,” said John.

            “Maximum pressure just under the half second,” said Sherlock.

            “Client,” summarized (Y/N). “Finally.”

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            Their new client, Henry Knight, sat in the client chair. (Y/N) hadn’t bothered to move from their couch, Sherlock sat in his armchair, and John sat in his. Henry had brought a documentary on his home, Dartmoor, and himself that now played on the TV. A strange opener for a case, but (Y/N) found that strange usually ended up interesting.

            “Dartmoor. It’s always been a place of myth and legend, but is there something else lurking out here—something very real?” asked the reporter. “Because Dartmoor’s also home to one of the government’s most secret of operations—the chemical and biological weapons research center which is said to be even more sensitive than Porton Down. Since the end of the Second World War, there’ve been persistent stories about Baskerville experiments: genetic mutations, animals grown for the battlefield. There are many that believe within this compound, in the heart of this ancient wilderness, there are horrors beyond imagining. But the real question is, are all of them still inside?”

            The setting switched to Henry sitting indoors and speaking to an offscreen interviewer. “I was just a kid. It-it was on the moor,” he said. The scene cut away to a child’s drawing of a gigantic dog with red eyes.” The caption read: Henry’s drawing (Aged 9).

            “It was dark, but I know what I saw. I know what killed my father,” said Henry ominously.

            The television switched off. Sherlock and (Y/N) were bored of the documentary. They wanted facts from Henry, not curated moments from TV.

            “What did you see?” asked Sherlock.

            “Oh. I…I was just about to say,” said Henry, pointing at the dark screen.

            “Yeah, in an edited TV interview,” said (Y/N). “We want to hear it from you.”

            “Yes, sorry, yes, of course. ‘Scuse me,” said Henry, wiping his nose with a napkin.

            Anxious, thought (Y/N). Likely trauma-induced.

            “In your own time,” said John.

            “But quite quickly,” said Sherlock, wanting to get to the case and skip the boring emotional part.

            “Do you know Dartmoor, Mr. Holmes?” asked Henry.

            “No,” said Sherlock.

            “It’s an amazing place. It’s like nowhere else. It’s sort of…bleak but beautiful,” said Henry. “We used to go for walks, after my mum died, my dad and me. Every evening we’d go out on the moor.”

            “Yes, good. Skipping to the night that your father was violently killed. Where did that happen?” questioned Sherlock.

            “There’s a place—it’s…it’s sort of a local landmark called Dewer’s Hollow. That’s an ancient name for the Devil,” said Henry.

            “Did you see the devil that night?” asked (Y/N), cocking their head.

            He looked at them, a haunted air in his eyes. “Yes…It was huge. Coal-black fur with red eyes. It got him, tore at him, tore him apart.” Henry swallowed and fidgeted nervously. “I can’t remember anything else. They found me the next morning, just wandering on the moor. My dad’s body was never found.”

            “Dog? Wolf?” hypothesized (Y/N).

            “Or a genetic experiment,” said Sherlock sarcastically.

            “Are you laughing at me?” asked Henry.

            “Why, are you joking?” asked Sherlock.

            “My dad was always going on about the things they were doing at Baskerville, about the type of monsters they were breeding there. People used to laugh at him. At least the TV people took me seriously,” muttered Henry.

            “Probably did wonders for Devon tourism,” remarked (Y/N).

            “Yeah…” said John, shifting as he realized Sherlock and (Y/N) were going down the not-so-nice questioning route. “Henry, whatever did happen to your father, it was twenty years ago. Why come to us now?”

            “I’m not sure you can help me, Mr. Holmes, since you find it all so funny,” said Henry, huffing and standing up to leave.

            “Last night,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            Henry paused. “How…How do you know?”

            John sighed. Here we go again.

            “You came up from Devon on the first available train this morning. You had a disappointing breakfast. Black coffee, too. And right now you’re anxious for your first cigarette of the day,” said (Y/N). “Trust me, we can help.”

            “How on earth did you know all that?” cried Henry.

            “Punched out holes where your tickets been checked,” said Sherlock. “The train napkin you used to mop up the spilled coffee, the strength of the stain shows you didn’t take milk. There are traces of ketchup on it and around your lips and your sleep. Cooked breakfast or the nearest thing those trains can manage. Probably a sandwich,”

            “How did you know it was disappointing?” asked Henry, still bewildered.

            “It’s a train breakfast. They all are,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            “Then there’s the nicotine stains on your fingers…your shaking fingers,” continued Sherlock. “No chance to smoke on the train, no time to roll one before you got a cab here. It’s just after 9:15. You’re desperate. The first train from Exeter to London leaves at 5:46 am.”

            “You took the earliest, so something must have happened last night. Were we wrong?” asked (Y/N), cocking their head appraisingly.

            “No, you’re right. You’re completely, exactly right. Blood hell, I heard you two were quick,” said Henry, nervously rolling a cigarette.

            “It’s our job,” said (Y/N).

            “Um, Henry, your parents both died and you were, what, seven years old?” began John tentatively.

            “I know that,” said Henry.

            “That must be quite traumatic. Have you ever thought that maybe you invented this story to account for it?” finished John.

            “That’s what Dr. Mortimer says,” said Henry.

            “Who?” asked John.

            “His therapist,” said Sherlock and (Y/N).

            “My therapist,” said Henry.

            All three spoke simultaneously.

            “Obviously,” added Sherlock.

            “Louise Mortimer. She’s the reason I came back to Dartmoor. She thinks I have to face my demons,” said Henry.

            “What happened when you went back to Dewer’s Hollow last night, Henry?” asked (Y/N), raising an eyebrow. “You went there on Dr. Mortimer’s advice, and now you want the help of detectives. What happened?”

            “It’s a strange place, the Hollow. Makes you feel so cold inside, so afraid,” murmured Henry.

            “Yes, if I wanted poetry, I’d read John’s emails to his girlfriends. Much funnier,” said Sherlock. “Now, what did you see?”

            “Footprints on the exact spot where I saw my father torn apart,” said Henry.

            Would it kill him to be more specific? thought (Y/N). “What type of footprints?” There was more to it, they could tell.

            Henry swallowed. “They were the footprints of a gigantic hound.” He was nearly hesitant to say it, knowing how ridiculous it was.

            “Say that again,” said Sherlock, leaning forward.

            “I found the footprints, they were—” began Henry.

            “No, no, no, your exact words,” interrupted Sherlock. “Repeat your exact words from a minute ago, precisely as you said them.”

            “They were the footprints of a gigantic…hound,” repeated Henry.

            “We’ll take the case,” said (Y/N). Like Sherlock, they had realized this was a very specific term to use, “hound.” That, and this was the second animal that was odd. Bluebell was the first, and little Kirsty was from the same area. This was promising indeed.

            “Sorry, what?” asked John. He was surprising something so…crazy had piqued their interest.

            “Thank you for bringing this to our attention. It’s very promising,” said Sherlock. “Baskerville…You’ve heard of it, right, John?”

            “Vaguely. It’s very hush-hush,” said John.

            “Sounds like a good place to start,” said (Y/N).

            “Ah! You’ll come down, then?” said Henry eagerly.

            “Yes, yes,” said Sherlock, waving a hand. “You go on ahead, Henry. We’ll follow later.”

            “Twenty-year-old disappearance, a monstrous hound? I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” cried Sherlock.

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            After arriving in Dartmoor and Devon, Sherlock, (Y/N), and John checked out the countryside. Using binoculars, they spied out Baskerville and confirmed the minefield warnings around them. Afterwards, they headed to Grimpen Village where the Cross Keys Inn kept its doors open to tourists and travelers.

            “Three times a day, tell your friends. Tell anyone! Don’t be strangers and remember…stay away from the moor at night if you value your lives!” said a man trying to drum up interest in his tours.

            (Y/N) just rolled their eyes as they walked with Sherlock and John. After a quick check in, the innkeeper, Gary, grabbed their keys.

            “Here you go. Single room for you,” said Gary, handing a key to John. “And then a two bed room for you and your kid.” He handed a second key to Sherlock. Then, John ordered a drink, and he stole a receipt labeled “Undershaw Meat Suppliers.”

            “There you go,” said Gary, handing back the drink.

            “Thanks,” said John as Sherlock got up to circle the room and make deductions. “I couldn’t help noticing on the map of the moor, a skull and crossbones.”

            “Oh, that, aye,” said Gary.

            “Pirates?” asked John.

            “Eh? No, no. The Great Grimpen Minefield, they call it,” explained Gary,

            “Oh, right,” said John.

            “It’s not what you think. It’s the Baskerville testing site. It’s been going for eighty odd years. I’m not sure anyone really knows what’s there anymore,” said Gary.

            “More than just explosives?” asked (Y/N).

            Gary nodded. “Break into that place, and, if you’re lucky, you just get blown up, so they say…in case you’re planning on a nice wee stroll.”

            “I’ll remember,” said John grimly.

            “Aye. No, it buggers up tourism a bit, so thank God for the demon hound! Did you two see that show, the documentary?” asked Gary.

            “Unfortunately,” murmured (Y/N).

            “Aye, God bless Henry Knight and his monster from Hell,” said Gary jovially.

            (Y/N) leaned forward and put on the “wide-eyed-curious-teen” look. “Have you ever seen it? The hound, I mean? I love this supernatural stuff.”

            “Me? No,” said Gary. He nodded to the tour guide from earlier. “But Fletcher has. Can give you a right good story. He runs the Monster Walks for the tourists. He’s seen it.”

            “Oh, really? Thanks!” said (Y/N) with a bright-eyed smile.

            They jumped down from the barstool and went over to Sherlock. “Dad!” they said eagerly. “Gary said the tour guide, Fletcher, has seen the hound? Can we go find out?”

            Sherlock effortlessly went along with their charade. “Of course.” Together, they walked over to Fletcher, who had ordered a drink. “Excuse me, is it true?”

            Fletcher turned. “What’s true?”

            “That you’ve seen the hound,” said (Y/N), still playing their part.

            “Maybe,” said Fletcher.

            “Do you have proof? I love this type of stuff and want to know,” said (Y/N) eagerly.

            “Well, uh, I did,” said Fletcher. With an eager audience, he was willing to speak. “Once month ago, up at the hollow. It was foggy, mind—couldn’t make out a thing.”

            “I see. No witnesses, I suppose,” said Sherlock.

            “Wait!” said Fletcher, pulling out his phone. He found a picture and zoomed in. “There.” In the darkness of the photo, a four-legged something stood in the distance. Unfortunately, it’s distinct size or shape couldn’t be made out.

            “I can’t really tell what it is…” huffed (Y/N), “upset” at not having better proof.

            “Well, that’s not all. People don’t like going up there, you know—to the Hollow. Gives them a…bad sort of feeling,” said Fletcher.

            “Is rumors of being haunted supposed to be proof?” asked Sherlock doubtfully.

            “Nah, don’t be stupid, nothing like that, but I reckon there is something out there—something from Baskerville, escaped,” said Fletcher.

            “A super-dog? A terrible hound?” asked (Y/N).

            “Maybe. God knows what they’ve been spraying on us all these years or putting in the water. I wouldn’t trust ‘em as far as I could spit,” said Fletcher.

            “Is that photo the best you’ve got?” questioned Sherlock.

            Fletcher hesitated before continuing, eager to impress. “I had a mate once who worked for the MOD. One weekend we were meant to go fishin’, but he never showed up—well, not til late. When he did, he was white as a sheet. I can see him now. I’ve seen things today, Fletch, he said, that I never want to see again. Terrible things. He’d been sent to some secret army place—Porton Down, maybe; maybe Baskerville, or somewhere else. In the labs there—in the really secret labs—he’d said he’d seen…terrible things. Rats as big as dogs, he said, and dogs…dogs the size of horses.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a caste of a pawprint. A sin inch long paw print.

            Sherlock and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow in surprise. This was certainly an interesting turn of events.

            “Wow. That’s so cool. Can I take a picture?” said (Y/N) eagerly. Fletcher nodded, and they snapped a photo of the pawprint for later. “Thanks!”

            Sherlock and (Y/N) walked away and glanced at each other. It seemed the next step would be to get into Baskerville.

            “Did you bring Mycroft’s ID?” asked (Y/N).

            “Yes. Did you bring the grown-up clothes?” asked Sherlock.

            “Obviously. Can’t go into a top secret lab looking like a teenager,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

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[master-john-uk]

30th March 2023 Military veterans and civilian staff involved with the UK's nuclear arms testing programme are being invited to apply for a new medal recognising their efforts, at last! Around 22,000 individuals from both the UK and Commonwealth countries are thought to be eligible.

Much of the UK's "Atomic Bomb" research was carried out at Fort Halstead, on the North Downs near Sevenoaks, Kent... where I began my career with the Ministry of Defence over 40 years ago. Due to the secrecy you will be hard pressed to find any evidence of this in official records, but a plaque on Building Q14 proudly states, "In this building a group of scientists led by the then Dr W G Penney worked on United Kingdom atomic warheads during the period 1946 to 1952."

I have a personal interest in this, unrelated to my own work. Having scoured official sources... no nuclear, or atomic components were tested, or stored at Fort Halstead. Only detonation devices.

In 1953, my mother's older sister began working at Fort Halstead as a civilian lab. assistant. (Sworn to secrecy, the only thing I remember Aunty Pat telling me was that she watched rockets being tested in a wind tunnel, and about a computer which so huge it would not fit into our Hever cottage. As a very young boy, this made me think of space rockets.) In 1958, Aunty Pat's first child died shortly after birth. Her Doctor told her to never return to Fort Halstead. A few years later she was diagnosed with having a very aggressive form of cancer. Aunty lived for another ten years, although not entirely painlessly, and had two further children. She died when I was 14 years old.

I secured my place with the MoD before I went to university, and started working full-time at Fort Halstead in 1981. It was about a year later that I began to wonder about the possible link between "atomic research" and my Aunt's death. Unfortunately, the doctor who told my Aunt not to return to work at the Fort had died, so I was unable to ask him if there had been similar illnesses among people who worked there.

When I launched my own defense and security research business in 2002, we rented a unit at Fort Halstead as a lab/workshop, mainly because it was protected by a military garrison. In 2012 outline planning permission was granted for a massive new housing development on the site. In January 2020 my main Tech department relocated to Porton Down, Wiltshire.

As of March 2023, no redevelopment work has commenced at Fort Halstead, other than a new very visible perimeter fence being erected. [Is this due to to the depleted Uranium buried under Building Q14?!?!] This is something we used to joke about when I was there... but, maybe it is not a joke!

[unwelcome-ozian]

“In February 2006 three UK ex-servicemen were given compensation after admissions that they had been given LSD without their consent in the 1950s as part of torture related research at the Porton Down military medical research base. They had been lied to about the experiments for 30 years”

“On Jan 31 2008 it was reported that 369 further victims of non-consensual experiments had been awarded a payment totalling £3 million. Up to 20,000 people took part in various trials at Porton Down in the 50 years up to 1989. Other servicemen died when they were exposed to chemical agents such as sarin at Porton Down experiments done without consent. At least 25 healthy men may have died as a result of these experiments, including at least one who died immediately following exposure”

#Document dump #Britian

[reality-detective]

UK scientists have begun developing vaccines as insurance against a new pandemic caused by an unknown "Disease X". The work is being carried out at the government's high-security Porton Down laboratory complex in Wiltshire by a team of more than 200 scientists. They have drawn up a threat list of animal viruses that are capable of infecting humans and could in the future spread rapidly around the world.

Question: How can you make a vaccine for something that doesn't exist? Disease X has not occurred yet and I'm willing to bet if there is another plandemic, it will be from 5G radiation poisoning just like Covid was. It was fear mongering to get you to submit to a bioweapon. Don't believe me? Google what the symptoms are of EMF poisoning. What you'll see is flu-like symptoms and respiratory issues. 🤔

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[milkboydotnet]

The repression and legal and bureaucratic obstacles to investigating Canada’s biological and chemical warfare research, as well as its tripartite cooperation with similar programs in the U.S. and the UK, has long prevented historians and journalists from knowing the full impact of that research, even if the occasional article surfaces. Only very recently has the extent of U.S. governmental covert operations against proponents of the germ warfare charges in the West been more fully revealed.

But given the close cooperation of Canadian scientists with their peers at Ft. Detrick and Porton Down, including research concerning insect vectors and dissemination of same in offensive biological weapons, it seems highly likely that when governmental archives are finally fully opened, the world will see that Canada played an important, and possibly essential role in the planning and implementation of the covert biological warfare program run by the United States during the Korean War.

#korean war

[lunamagicablu]

“C’erano un uomo, il suo cavallo e il suo cane”

Un uomo, il suo cavallo ed il suo cane camminavano lungo una strada.

Mentre passavano vicino ad un albero gigantesco, un fulmine li colpì, uccidendoli all’istante.

Ma il viandante non si accorse di aver lasciato questo mondo e continuò a camminare, accompagnato dai suoi animali. A volte, i morti impiegano qualche tempo per rendersi conto della loro nuova condizione…

Il cammino era molto lungo; dovevano salire una collina, il sole picchiava forte ed erano sudati e assetati. A una curva della strada, videro un portone magnifico, di marmo, che conduceva a una piazza pavimentata con blocchi d’oro, al centro della quale s’innalzava una fontana da cui sgorgava dell’acqua cristallina.

Il viandante si rivolse all’uomo che sorvegliava l’entrata.

“Buongiorno”

“Buongiorno” rispose il guardiano.

“Che luogo è mai questo, tanto bello? ”

“È il paradiso.”

“Che bello essere arrivati in cielo, abbiamo tanta sete!”

“Puoi entrare e bere a volontà”.

Il guardiano indicò la fontana.

“Anche il mio cavallo ed il mio cane hanno sete.

Mi dispiace molto”, disse il guardiano, “ma qui non è permesso l’entrata agli animali”.

L’uomo fu molto deluso: la sua sete era grande, ma non avrebbe mai bevuto da solo.

Ringraziò il guardiano e proseguì.

Dopo avere camminato a lungo su per la collina, il viandante e gli animali giunsero in un luogo il cui ingresso era costituito da una vecchia porta, che si apriva su un sentiero di terra battuta, fiancheggiato da alberi.

All’ombra di uno di essi era sdraiato un uomo che portava un cappello; probabilmente era addormentato.

“Buongiorno” disse il viandante.

L’uomo fece un cenno con il capo.

“Io, il mio cavallo ed il mio cane abbiamo molta sete”.

“C’è una fonte fra quei massi”, disse l’uomo, indicando il luogo, e aggiunse: “Potete bere a volontà”. L’uomo, il cavallo ed il cane si avvicinarono alla fonte e si dissetarono.

Il viandante andò a ringraziare.

“Tornate quando volete”, rispose l’uomo.

“A proposito, come si chiama questo posto? ”

“Paradiso”

“Paradiso? Ma il guardiano del portone di marmo ha detto che il paradiso era quello là! ”

“Quello non è il paradiso, è l’inferno”.

Il viandante rimase perplesso.

“Dovreste proibire loro di utilizzare il vostro nome! Di certo, questa falsa informazione causa grandi confusioni! ”

“Assolutamente no. In realtà, ci fanno un grande favore. Perché là si fermano tutti quelli che non esitano ad abbandonare i loro migliori amici…" ”

Paulo Coelho - Il diavolo e la signorina Prym

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"There was a man, his horse and his dog"

A man, his horse and his dog walked along a road.

As they passed near a giant tree, lightning struck them, killing them instantly.

But the traveler did not realize that he had left this world and continued to walk, accompanied by his animals. Sometimes, the dead take some time to realize their new condition ...

The journey was very long; they had to go up a hill, the sun was beating down hard and they were sweaty and thirsty. At a bend in the road, they saw a magnificent marble door, which led to a square paved with blocks of gold, in the center of which a fountain rose from which crystal clear water gushed out.

The traveler turned to the man who guarded the entrance.

"Good morning"

"Good morning" replied the guardian.

“What place is this, so beautiful? "

"It's heaven."

"How nice to have arrived in heaven, we are so thirsty!"

"You can come in and drink at will".

The guardian pointed to the fountain.

“My horse and dog are also thirsty.

I'm very sorry ", said the guardian," but animals are not allowed to enter here ".

The man was very disappointed: his thirst was great, but he would never drink alone.

He thanked the keeper and went on.

After walking for a long time up the hill, the traveler and the animals came to a place whose entrance was an old door, which opened onto a dirt path lined with trees.

A man wearing a hat was lying in the shadow of one of them; he was probably asleep.

"Good morning" said the traveler.

The man nodded at him.

"My horse, my dog ​​and I are very thirsty."

"There is a spring among those boulders", the man said, pointing to the place, and added: "You can drink at will". The man, the horse and the dog approached the spring and quenched their thirst.

The traveler went to thank.

"Come back when you want", the man replied.

“By the way, what's the name of this place? "

"Paradise"

"Paradise? But the guardian of the marble door said that there was heaven! "

"That is not heaven, it is hell".

The traveler was perplexed.

“You should forbid them from using your name! Of course, this false information causes great confusion! "

"Absolutely no. In fact, they do us a great favor. Because all those who do not hesitate to abandon their best friends stop there ... ""

Paulo Coelho - The devil and Miss Prym