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That’s an interesting way to view it. So, we should never have banned slavery because to reinstate it would be political suicide. I see how this works! 😉 I think almost everywhere is already a mixed system. And a good first step is for “government to require or provide super basic care with incremental private options.” Which is sorta what ACA along side premium subsidies does.

@Pozzible I didn't know how that worked, DM. I tried deleting a different message -- as there seems to be a limit on number of messages -- then everything went away. Right, no country will drop UHC as it is political suicide: see current US shutdown! Which is why certain programs shouldn't be added in the first place !! haha. --- Current Trends in Private Health Insurance in Europe Rising Demand: The demand for private health insurance is increasing due to constrained public healthcare systems and long waiting times. Patients are seeking quicker access to medical services, leading to a shift towards private options. Market Growth: The European health insurance market was valued at approximately €283.1 billion in 2023 and is projected to grow at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 6.31%, reaching around €405.3 billion by 2029. This growth is driven by an aging population and the increasing complexity of healthcare needs. Coverage Variability: Health insurance structures vary significantly across Europe. Some countries have socialized systems, while others offer a mix of public and private insurance. In many nations, health insurance is mandatory, requiring contributions to national funds, while in others, it is voluntary. Technological Integration: The integration of technology in healthcare is transforming service delivery. Digital health solutions, telehealth, and health management platforms are becoming more prevalent. These innovations aim to improve efficiency and patient outcomes, shifting the focus from reactive treatment to proactive health management. Health Protection Gap: There is a growing recognition of the health protection gap, where many individuals lack adequate coverage for medical expenses. Insurers are focusing on bridging this gap by offering more comprehensive policies that include critical illness and disability coverage. source: researchandmarkets.com Increase in Private Health Insurance Among Europeans Reasons for the Shift Long Waiting Times: Many public healthcare systems in Europe face significant delays, prompting individuals to seek quicker access through private insurance. Quality of Care: Patients often prefer private healthcare for perceived better quality and more personalized services. Financial Pressure: Rising out-of-pocket costs in public systems lead some to opt for private insurance to mitigate financial risks. Key Statistics Year % Population with Private Insurance; Notable Trends Point 2023 ~30% (some level, not necessarily full coverage); Increased interest in private options post-pandemic 2025 ~35%+ (some level, not necessarily full coverage); Continued dissatisfaction with public services This trend indicates a significant shift in healthcare preferences among Europeans, with many opting for private health insurance to ensure timely and quality medical care. source: lek.com [think before following links] https://www.lek.com/insights/hea/eu/ar/private-healthcare-demand-europe-rising-demand-and-changing-preferences Those % seemed very high. It's from survey data in the context "had you done this" and not a tally of actual agreements. example: yesterday 70% of people watched TV or streamed video, but the rate at any one moment would be like 25%. I did read UK's private market was 8% (latest) and expected to pass 10% soon, for instance -- yet, below, ~45% in the UK have used private insurance at some point in time (first column below). --- YIKES: a market-driven decision -- people deciding for themselves. I think this suggests, long-term, we will all move to a mixed system. Government to require or provide super basic care with incremental private options -- either full or select coverage (e.g., someone may opt not to get eye care coverage).

Um. call me old fashioned, but isn't it about time we started preferencing questions like this "why, who is it that wants to know?" Or is it just my GenX showing?

@tallslenderguy and co, on the Ukraine topic from way back in page 1, this continues what I had suggested was the latest round in that discussion, our pressuring Europe to stop buying Russian energy (which helps fund their war effort). This being the second stick-approach with Europe. (first being for them to get to NATO defense agreements of 2% GDP, which now many are; and they've been increased to 5% GDP by 2030) [think before following links] https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c17p54edxljo

What time of day would you call early for the room? 6pm? Do you think a Friday night or Saturday night would be busier?

@tobetrained I responded to some of these ideas in a long response to your DM last night. I didn’t realize that you had already left that conversation and I was takling to myself. Adjusted salaries don’t take into account all the other social benefits that doctors/nurses get by living in their respective countries. Again, such things child care, vacations, crime, culture, happiness, quality of education for their families (and cost of healthcare for their families.) And all of that isn’t taking into account current political turmoil in US. I know things aren’t great in UK; but some of that is due to Brexit. And, of course, there are lots of different models for UHC around the world. I briefly lived in Finland and was incredibly impressed after two visits to the ER. But then other professions there are pretty terrific, too. The education system is remarkable. And teachers are highly respected, valued, and paid. If universal healthcare is such a failure, by now many of the countries would be abandoning it. Has ANY country moved from a UHC model to emulate US system? I asked Chat GPT5…. “Has any country that has had universal healthcare abandoned it for a market-based system?” “Surprisingly, the answer is no country that has fully implemented a universal healthcare system has ever dismantled it and replaced it with a purely market-based model. Once universal healthcare is established: Political legitimacy: Citizens view healthcare as a right, not a commodity; attempts to remove it are politically suicidal. Public dependence: Millions rely on coverage daily — removing it would cause mass instability. Economic inefficiency of private markets: Countries that rely more on private insurance (e.g., U.S.) show higher costs and worse outcomes, deterring others. Entrenched institutions: Hospitals, billing systems, and training pipelines are designed around universal coverage. In contrast The United States remains the only high-income democracy never to have adopted full universal coverage. U.S. reforms (Affordable Care Act, Medicare, Medicaid) expanded access but retained a mixed private/public structure. ✅ Bottom line: No country that has achieved true universal healthcare has ever abandoned it for a market-based system. The political and social costs of reversal are simply too high — and the evidence shows universal systems deliver more efficient and equitable outcomes. So, I remain convinced that almost all other countries have indeed figured out how to make UHC work.

Chapter 16: Trapped Between Truths Helixion Genetics, Main Quarantine Tent. Quarantine camp. REDACTED LOCATION 12:07 MST. 31-Oct-20XX “General Krell, I’m truly sorry to interru-” the small, mousey looking man in a lab coat and glasses said, interrupting the General and Tex as they began the tour of the main Quarantine area. The large white tent was set up at the entrance of the newest building on the site, still under construction but having at least a secure shell, HVAC, and several holding areas for the labs.. “I am busy, Johnson,” Krell replied, an air of arrogance as he spoke. “I’m sorry it's… it's just that Dr. Grant…” Tex watched the lab tech continue, clutching a clipboard to himself as if he could use it as a shield against the larger man. “He… we already sent a team out and he’s refusing to come in. Keeps saying he was fired and doesn’t answer to the company and…” “God damn it!” Krell shouted, anger in his voice as he grabbed the man’s clipboard and threw it to the ground. Tex watched as the man lost his temper. He’s even worse in person than he was last night, he thought to himself. Raging dickhead doesn’t even cover it. “I don't care if you have to take a team of armed soldiers over to that ungrateful bastard’s house and drag him out by gun point,” Krell continued, his thick finger shoved hard into the small man’s chest as his voice raised in volume. “Get over there and get him. NOW!” The smaller man shook at the yell, turning around and running away, leaving his clipboard and rushing off. Tex had to get a message to his now partner in what likely was a dozen crimes to warn him… but how? Suddenly, he got an idea and picked up the clipboard, before continuing to walk behind Krell as his tour continued. They stopped first at the hot lab, with a set of thick biohazard suits in the antechamber and several hose lines for air up in the ceiling. “As you can see, we got the mobile BSL-2 lab set up and rolling while we wait for the CDC to coordinate with us on getting a…” Krell said, droning on as he showed the lab off. Tex stopped paying attention as he quickly pulled out the cheap plastic phone and began to type out a brief message to Elias, using the clipboard as cover. “GET OUT NOW. Krell and his men are on the way to Grant as we speak – with guns,” Tex quickly typed out, thankful that years of texting girlfriends in the middle of class had finally paid off. Tex realized with a start that they had been woefully unprepared for the mission the night before, given the massive amount of resources now available to them after their failed mission inside. Had something like this been available from the start for their team, he could help but wonder if they wouldn’t have been more successful and not currently sitting, infected, in the building they had entered the night before. “Is there something more interesting on that phone than your job there, soldier,” Krell said, noticing as Tex slyly tried to put the phone back in his pocket. Shit. Need to come up with a lie. “Sorry, General, you know how women can be. Girlfriend is sending a list of things she wants from the store and I had to tell her I’m at work,” Tex lied smoothly, hoping it would be enough. “You can tell her later you won’t be coming home for a few days,” Krell said coldly, apparently buying the story on the spot. “I’m going to need you focused as we go into the containment area.” Nodding, he followed Krell through the next set of tent flaps. When he looked at what was inside, his blood ran cold. —-------- Grant Residence. 12:15 MST. 31 Oct 20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. The quiet suburban neighborhood was calm, as one or two neighbors drove by the wide, tree shaded street. Hundreds of red and orange leaves littered the street, floating around in a swirl as each passing car drove by. Elias sat parked in Trevor’s borrowed car, his hands still clenching the steering wheel as he tried to process the news his husband had given him at the hospital not even two hours prior. He replayed it over and over again, each time leaving him in confusion. It simply didn’t make sense. P24 HIV PROTEIN: REACTIVE. The words played on an endless loop as he struggled to process how he was infected. Clenching the leather-clad wheel even harder, he could hear the leather and cushioning begin to creak, instantly causing him to release where he was grabbing. In the wake of his hands were two separate sets of very distinct finger marks, not disappearing after he let go. Looking down at his hands, Elias stared in disbelief. How hard am I gripping to be able to do that? Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he decided to get out of the car, quickly crossing the street and towards Dr. Clark Grant’s home. It stuck out like a sore thumb, with its overgrown yard covered in leaves and piles of newspapers, an overflowing mailbox, and a dusty looking, albeit expensive SUV in the driveway, looking like it hadn’t been driven in quite a number of days. All the other houses around them were extremely well kept, with their perfectly manicured lawns and various Halloween decorations, ready for the coming night of fun. At first, Elias thought maybe he had made a mistake coming here. That maybe Clark Grant was out of the country, or that maybe he had got the address from Trevor wrong. Hesitantly, Elias walked up the leaf-littered path and onto the sprawling covered porch. The boards creaked under his feet, and Elias observed the peeling of the paint. Evidently, the place hasn’t been cared for in a while. He rang the doorbell and waited a solid minute before the door finally swung open. Before him, the sweaty and pale-looking form of Dr. Clark Grant stood, a tired and annoyed look on his face as if being interrupted during something. Elias took in his features. Dark wavy hair, unkempt and sticking up at odd angles, glasses balanced on his nose, with dark bags under his eyes. His skin was pale and sweaty, looking like someone who had a terrible case of the flu. There was a scowl on Dr. Grant’s face, as he brought his elbow up to his arm and coughed wetly several times, almost as if to drive the point home at his state of unwellness. He was wearing a loose white shirt, the look of an old coffee stain on the bottom hem and loose pajama bottoms, with chickens and eggs patterned on them. A loose rumpled looking robe was hanging untied around his frame. Grant looked up and down at Elias before he finally spoke, his cultured voice gravelly as he spoke, sounding annoyed and exhausted. “Look, like I told you the last time, I am sick with the flu and have no intention of going back to that lab. Tell General Krell that it no longer was my problem when Johnathan Blaine fired me 4 days ago. If Krell wants someone to help him with this little issue of his, he should be reaching out to the ringleader himself.” The way Dr. Grant said Jack’s full name gave Elias the distinct impression of nothing but hate and disgust towards the man. Quickly, Elias reached out, holding his hand up to shake Grant’s hand. “Sir, I’m Hudson King. General Krell only sent me here with some questions.” Dr. Grant stared at Elias’s hand for a long moment. At first he could swear the man was looking at where the scar was on his arm where the smiler had sliced into it, before it almost magically healed overnight. Finally, he spoke, breaking Elias out of his brief moment of thought. “You’ll be remiss of me if I don't spread more of my germs.” Dr. Grant slowly started to close the door as he continued speaking. “You can tell the General Kr-” Elias quickly put his foot in the way, before giving a brief fake smile on his face. “Please Dr. Grant, I promise to only take up a few minutes of your time. You know how the General can be if he doesn’t get his way.” Elias hoped that his reading of the situation was accurate and that the doctor knew Krell in such a way. Watching as the sick and frazzled man glared at him for a second, before giving a resigned sigh and opening the door, he felt a wave of satisfaction at guessing correctly. A sudden ding on his burner phone had Elias taking a quick look. “GET OUT NOW. Krell and his men are on the way to Grant as we speak – with guns.” Fuck! Elias thought to himself, realizing he now had a very short timeframe to get his information. Doing the mental math, he figured he only had at most 10 minutes before he needed to leave, in order to keep from being caught in the middle of the shitstorm about to hit. Keeping his cool, he followed Dr. Grant into the dimly lit house, noticing the disarray of the outside also matched the inside. A discarded pillow and large blanket lay strewed on the couch, a pile of haphazardly laid bills on the table and laptop closed sitting next to them. Several empty coffee mugs, some empty and others with only a small amount in them were set about the living room. The air even had an almost dustiness to it. Underneath he could see the signs of great care and pride to the interior design of the space lying covered by the stifling layer of someone who clearly had given up. “Make yourself comfortable, I guess,” the man said, before leaving the room. Elias slowly walked around the room, looking at the various photos on the wall of Dr. Grant and another person in places all over the world, smiling faces beaming at the camera. The final one, however, of them sitting at some beach resort together had a massive crack down the center, with various lines shooting off of it as if it had been thrown down to the ground in a fit of rage. Finally he returned, carrying a bottle of cold water, taking a few sips of it. “Okay… tell me what was so important that you had to come here instead of calling me.” He asked, his voice tired as he spoke. “Between you and the other group of lackeys Krell has sent, I’m about to call the police and put in a harassment complaint.” Elias needed to handle this carefully if he were to get any valuable information from Dr. Grant. “Excuse my intrusion, I thought a face-to-face meeting would be more respectful, and I could better understand the situation if we sat and talked.” Elias began to gently lower himself into a chair. Dr. Grant impatiently said, “How dare you presume to sit in my house before I invite you?” Elias shot back up to full height at once and stepped away from the chair. “Can’t you see I’m sick? I’ve had this blasted cold for a couple weeks now, and still I went to the labs to work on the project until that sonofabitch fired me. He’s had it in for me for ages, and now that I don’t work there anymore, suddenly I’m needed?” Elias didn’t know how to react to this exposition dump from a virtual stranger. “I… I’m not here to drag you back. I just want to talk.” Dr. Grant looked away, slightly shaking his head, and taking another sip of water. “I worked so hard on the project, and as soon as he got what he wanted —” Dr. Grant swatted at the air midsentence. “POW! Canned.” The project? Elias wondered. We walked into his project? “Yeah, you and your team sure stepped in it…” Dr. Grant muttered under his breath. Then he said aloud, “You know I have a suit filed against the company, right? They refused me bereavement leave when my husband died, and —” Elias held up a hand. “I’m not here about your separation from the company.” He could see Dr. Grant was visibly sweating, but said nothing about it. “Then why the hell are you here, Hudson King?” The way Dr. Grant said the fake name implied that he knew it was bogus. “Ask your damn nosy questions so I can go back to what I was doing,” Dr. Grant said hotly. “What was your role in the project?” Elias asked evenly. Dr. Grant gave him a puzzled look. “Don’t you know?” He looked away and smirked slightly. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” What an odd thing to say, Elias thought. “Krell hasn’t exactly been forthcoming about the details,” Elias said. “All I personally know is that something got loose, people are in quarantine, and there’s a big camp set up in the parking lot. Everyone’s pretty tight-lipped about it over there, but I can’t help anyone if I don’t know what happened. The project you mentioned –” “Is above your pay grade, Mr. King. We study genetics. I signed a non-disclosure agreement. If you want to know, ask Blaine. He’s the mastermind of it all. Next question?” “Why did Jack fire you?” Dr. Grant stepped over to the window, and stared out. “He’s had it in for me for a while. He’s a homophobe, and a total prick, and just because his dad’s the CEO, he walks all over people and gets away with it. I filed a suit against the company for workplace discrimination and sexual harassment, and his response was to fire me. So I’m adding wrongful termination to the list as well.” Elias’s memories of Jack the previous night only confirmed Dr. Grant’s accusations. “You said ‘sexual harassment’. Did he come on to you?” Dr. Grant whipped around, and gave Elias a pointed stare. “He’s a gay-basher, as I’m quite sure you know already. Don’t waste my time with dumb questions.” Elias was slowly getting frustrated with the lack of progress in the conversation. Any minute, Krell’s people could show up and find him in a place he shouldn’t be. “Did you set up any sort of anti-viral countermeasures?” Elias asked quickly. “Ask Johnathan Blaine,” the doctor repeated as he also became frustrated through the repetition. “You know, Krell should already have this information, because he keeps such thorough research notes.” Dr. Grant rolled his eyes hugely as he drew out the vowels to show sarcasm. This is going nowhere fast. Before Elias answered, he took another look around the room and at the photos on the wall. He decided on the sympathetic approach. “This man. You loved him, didn’t you. See, I’m recently married myself. His name is —” Elias stopped suddenly, realizing that giving his husband’s actual name could blow his cover. He decided on the first T-name that came to mind. “T-Todd. He’s the sweetest —” “Liar,” Dr. Grant said angrily. “His name isn’t Todd, and I want you out of my house this instant.” Elias sensed the danger gathering, and knowing Krell’s goons could appear any minute, he chose to comply. “All right. Sorry if I upset you,” he said with resignation. Elias moved swiftly to the front door. “Damn right you did,” Dr. Grant said while following Elias to the door. “I remember your face from the funeral, and I don’t appreciate this line of questioning. I’m sorry about your team, but my hands are clearly tied by your boss. You should already know what’s going on. And please, Hudson was it? Give Doctor Bingham – I mean, Doctor Kade – my regards.” Shit, he knows. Elias forgot to breathe as he realized his cover was blown from the get-go. Making it clear that his guest was unwelcome, Dr. Grant picked up the leaf broom by the door, and shook it in Elias’s direction. “I don’t want to see you again.” Elias showed himself out, and the door slammed behind him. He was back on the porch, blinking in the midday sunlight with almost no more information than he had when he arrived. The sunlight was uncomfortably harsh, and Elias squinted against it. Elias calmly but quickly went back to his car, and quickly got inside. When the door was closed, he sat there, processing what just happened. Resting his head against the steering wheel, he closed his eyes and sighed with relief that he got out before Krell’s team showed up. “Fuck, he knows who I am.” Elias raised his head, and sat blinking, wondering what it all meant. “And how the hell does he know about my team? I never told him about that…” He sighed softly as he found the keys, and prepared to start the car’s ignition. Then he remembered the text from Tex. No. Stay here, and see what happens. Elias left the keys in the ignition and waited for Krell’s men to show up. Before two minutes passed, an unassuming car came from the horizon, and parked far enough away from him that Elias could only see movement. Three men - one in a dark suit, and two in military gear, and all wearing dark sunglasses - marched up to Dr. Grant’s house. Elias watched with interest, but tried to remain inconspicuous. He couldn’t hear any words between them and Dr. Grant except for the occasional indistinct shouting, and before long, Dr. Grant was drawn from the dilapidated house. His clothing had not changed, and he walked to the car the men came in, followed closely by them. One clearly had a pistol in his hand, and was doing his best to keep it concealed from prying eyes and nosy neighbors. Dr. Grant didn't look too happy with this latest interruption to his morning. All four of them climbed into the non-descript vehicle, and drove back the way they came. Elias pulled out his phone, and sent a swift reply to Tex. “They took Dr. Grant. Got out before they arrived. They’re coming back now. I’m going back home.” For a moment, Elias just looked at Dr. Grant’s despoiled house, and wondered if the doctor had brought any research home with him. Given the haste with which they left, Elias considered the possibility of reentering the house and performing a search, but he didn’t know what he would be looking for. No, can’t do that. With my luck so far these past twenty-four hours, a neighbor would see me breaking in and call the police. That should be our last resort. With that decided, Elias put the key into the car’s ignition, and turned it. —--------- Helixion Genetics, Main Quarantine Tent. Quarantine camp. REDACTED LOCATION 12:12 MST. 31-Oct-20XX The building smelled heavily of plastic and disinfectant and sterilized air. An endless symphony of beeps and whirs from the medical equipment. Before Tex stood four massive glass chambers, each tall enough for a person to stand fully upright and have room to spare. Each one was occupied by a man strapped to a steeply-inclined exam table, a multitude of tubes and wires and monitors, and still leaving enough space for a second body to walk all the way around him. It was something straight out of a science-fiction movie. Tex never expected to see this with his own eyes. “Here we have three men and a specimen who were taken into custody last night,” Krell said calmly with a grand sweeping gesture. He was clearly proud of his captures. “These are the only subjects we found so far inside Building 3. Take a look.” In silent disbelief, Tex slowly approached the first chamber on the left. A middle-aged man in standard police gear was asleep on his table, though his incline was lower than the others. He didn’t recognize the man, but took him for building security, perhaps a Rent-a-Cop. Tex observed a printout of a single page attached to a clipboard on the exterior of the tube, and took it, reading silently. “Beaufort Oglethorpe Cosgrove”. Tex did a double-take as he read the absurd name. His parents must’ve hated him to give him a name like that. We’ll just call him Bo. B.O. Then Tex grinned slightly. B.O.C. Boc-Boc. He visualized a chicken on a farm somewhere, and tried not to laugh. Distracted by his joke, Tex couldn’t really focus on the man’s medical numbers. They blurred together on the page, reading but not comprehending or retaining any information beyond BOC-BOC. He put the file back in the slot, and as he moved to the next, he noticed Krell had left him by himself. Well. That’s lucky. Who else do we have here? Tex moved to the next chamber in the row, and was hardly surprised to see Jack. Good, they caught the little fucker. He’s the reason we lost Gravestone last night. Before Tex’s anger could fully reach the surface, another thought intruded. He’s also the reason you got out last night. It could have been ME in here if we hadn’t got out. As Tex came closer to the chamber, Jack raised his head, and tried to wrestle free from his restraints. “It's you!” Jack shouted. “You gotta get me out of here! I don't belong here! I didn't do anything wrong! Please get me out! PLEASE! I swear I'll be good!!” The soldier standing next to the glass slammed his hand on the glass several times, causing Jack to jump at the sound. “Hey, Crazy! Keep it down in there already!” Shocked, Tex’s mind raced as he tried to think of an excuse to explain away sudden outburst from Jack. Thankfully, he needn’t bother. “Don’t mind him… crazy fucker in there has been saying that to everyone he sees,” the nameless soldier said lazily. “I'm not crazy!” Jack wailed. “You saw what they did, and now you're here, and I'm here, and we have to go! Please don't let them hurt me!” Jack continued struggling, but his leather restraints held fast. Jack wasn't going anywhere until someone decided to release him. “Don't let them spit on me anymore, I can't stand it…” Jack began to sob. Tex felt a touch of sympathy for the man, but knew he couldn't let Jack out of his confines. A machine beeped, and Jack slowly became sedated and said no more. Tex shook his head, but filed this information away in the appropriate place. The next one contained one of the smilers. He, too, was strapped to a table, and asleep, but fully upright. Seeing one of these things in the light was unsettling, and it brought back the memories of watching a rape on the security monitors, and one of these beasts striking Gravestone and scratching Elias. Tex wished he could bring his shotgun to the camp so he could blow out the brains of these abominations. I’d sure like to show them how we handle varmits like these in Texas. They are clearly studying it. I wonder who this was before. Finally, he came to the last chamber. Inside, also strapped down like the others, was none other than Zero, stripped down to his underwear. And he looked rather unwell - his skin was splotchy, small rashes had broken out in various places, and his head lolled curiously to one side. His breathing was ragged, and he was covered in a sharp sheen of sweat. His mouth looked slightly deformed, as if he were wearing an oversized mouthguard to keep him from biting his tongue. Zero had always been a small, nimble-looking man, and Tex showered with him on a couple occasions on base, but Zero's figure never resembled one of an elite gymnast. So Tex was in shock for at least two reasons when he realized that his comrade had developed significantly since three weeks ago. Zero’s abs were tight, his arms and torso muscles all perfectly rounded, showcasing him in the best shape of his life. The size difference was pronounced all the more by the presence of solid muscle pushing his veins to their absolute surface all across his body in a bizarre roadmap. Zero looked directly at Tex, but his mind wasn't processing it. Damn, they got him, too. I don't know which fate is worse - this, or capture by the monsters. Why's he so… big all of a sudden? When his presence didn’t get any kind of visual response, Tex came as close to Zero as the glass wall would allow, hoping for some kind of reaction. Zero continued his glassy-eyed stare as Tex returned his gaze helplessly. As Tex observed the setup, his heart sank. Sweet Jesus, what have they done to him… Tex glanced over at the nameless soldier by Jack’s chamber - from the angle between his position and Tex’s, there was no way the soldier could see what Tex was about to do unless he moved from his position. He stepped back from the glass, and took out his phone, flipping it to record as he silently hoped that the camera’s quality would be good enough to record evidence. He slowly walked, pretending to send a text as he walked, letting the camera then pan to the smiler in the other chamber. He got several seconds of footage and pocketed the device before Krell could return and catch him in the act. Zero slowly turned his head, and blinked gently at Tex. There. A flash of recognition. “You… he injected me. He did this—” Zero said softly. Tex looked back as Zero looked in the direction of where Krell went. Giving Zero the barest of nods, he watched as Zero’s head lolled back. Suddenly, alarms went off as Zero began to seize and spasm on his table. His eyes bulged as he fought against the restraints. His heart rate jumped and the machines began to beep faster in a panic. An alarm went off somewhere inside the chamber. Tex inhaled sharply as he watched his friend suffer a violent seizure. Zero succeeded in tearing one of his straps, and as he did so, Krell and some medics rushed into the room. The medics ran to the chamber, and unlocking it, they stepped inside and began assisting Zero. One of them drew a curtain across the glass, blocking Tex’s view of their proceedings. “What the hell happened?” Krell demanded of Tex. “I – I – I don’t know,” Tex stammered. “One minute he was fine, and the next, he had a seizure. What’s wrong with him?” “Did you approach the subject?” Krell asked accusingly. “No,” Tex said, casting his eyes on the floor while he heard the noise of Zero’s chamber continue. “I was … just coming to look for you. Where did you go?” “None of your concern.” Krell’s lips twisted into a snarl. “If you disturb the subjects, you could find yourself joining them if you’re not careful.” Tex returned his gaze to Zero’s chamber. The noise slowly began to settle down, and the curtain was drawn back. Tex could see that Zero’s table was now lowered to an even plane, and his restraints replaced. One of the medics emerged from the room, wearing a protective mask, and she approached Krell. “Patient’s stable again,” she said lightly. “They’re starting an IV to keep him sedated while he undergoes the trans –” “Thank you, Miss Vega, that will be all,” Krell interrupted in a loud voice so Tex would miss what else she said. “Is he ready for another dose?” “Yes, General.” “Good. Don’t let this happen again.” The other medics came out of the chamber, all wearing protective facial gear. Tex could not make out any distinctive features of them beyond their skin tone and hair colors. Turning back to Tex, Krell said, “These specimens are very important to understanding what happened here last night, Lieutenant Vahn. For your own safety, you are not to interact with them unless I give you orders to do so. Understood?” “Yes, sir,” Tex answered quietly. “Miss Vega, will you take the lieutenant here to his work station?” She didn’t answer, but motioned for Tex to follow her. Tex took one more look back at Zero. I’ll do what I can to help him. He is our best witness to the General’s laundry list of crimes against humanity here. Tex followed the other medics out of the tent, and Krell walked back to Zero’s chamber. He pressed a few buttons, unlocked it, and stepped inside. Zero stared up at the ceiling, seeing nothing, and hearing nothing. Krell walked around him completely, and came to a standing medical table. He removed a small bottle from his pocket, and finding a syringe, loaded it up with the chemical inside the bottle. When the dose was measured correctly, Krell walked back around to Zero, and inserted the needle in the IV. The compound was injected slowly until the syringe was empty. Satisfied, Krell withdrew the needle, capped it, and pocketed it with the tiny bottle. He leaned down so only Zero could hear him, if he was aware at all. “Thank you for doing this service for your country.” Krell stood back up, adjusted his tie, and calmly walked out of the tent.

I have done a few myself, hooded and not hooded, I liked the hooded better, and the tops that joined seamed mire turned on by it. The only changes I would make would be a door monitor, it always seams that when you put dump and go there are always a few tops that think it is a marathon fuck session. During my last one I literally had to tell the top to stop, I moved my ass off the bed so other tops can use it. I think a door monitor would change that.

Is a new chapter being posted today?

Today. Went to the bathhouse in Amsterdam. Took 27 different bare cocks. Some tops fucked me more times. They really loved my loose hole. Some of them where really big. Some cocks only fucked me for a few minutes. I took 6 loads. One guy fucked me and he didn't make a sound. He pulled out and the cum was oozing out of my hole and running over my balls. I really love this feeling. The suana was crowded, but there was to little action. I left at 22:00h. My hole is still very hungry......