Chemistry behind nerve agent, Sarin
Sarin, a nerve agent discovered in 1938 by German researchers as a byproduct of pesticide development, was named after the first letter of the four researchers' surnames.
Post-World War II, it gained global production. Codenamed GB by the U.S. military and P-35 by the Soviet Union, Sarin belongs to the G-class nerve agents and is about 26 times more toxic than cyanide. It has the highest volatility among nerve agents, entering the body through skin, eyes, inhalation, or ingestion.
By inhibiting acetylcholinesterase, it disrupts the nervous system, causing muscle paralysis and asphyxiation. Sarin's slow degradation in the body leads to cumulative toxicity. Immediate treatment with antimuscarinic atropine, oxime, and artificial respiration is crucial for survival. Beyond the battlefield, Sarin has been involved in numerous terror incidents.
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I want to see what Palther is doing
Palter was standing in front of eir mirror, brushing eir fur. Ey sigh.
“What’s wrong?” Oxime cooed from across the room.
“I’m nervous. Did you see how Renin was glaring at me?” Palter whispered. “He was preparing to arrest me!”
“That’s not true. We both know you’re innocent.” Oxime walked over and placed its hand on eir shoulder. Palter took its hand and rubbed it against their face tenderly. Oxime let out a small sigh.
“Palter.” Oxime drew closer, and placed a kiss gently on eir head. The two embraced.
“No matter what, I’ll support you. Darling too. We’re in this together.” Oxime murmured. “When we married, I vowed I’d protect you. No matter what. And that still stands.”
Palter grunted. Ey hated expressing eir emotions. But Oxime brought them out so easily.
“Alright. Doesn’t change that I’m nervous.” Palter broke out of Oxime’s arms. Oxime chuckled quietly.
“You don’t have to do this.” Oxime reminded em gently.
“I don’t want Wick to testify alone.” Palter poked at their head tuft. “I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let Darling’s kid go through that alone. Besides, I’ve got to clear my name. Our name.”
“Don’t throw Darling under the bus. He was just trying to help.” Oxime reminded Palter. Oxime began tidying up its own appearance. Palter nodded.
“I won’t. I’ll just tell the truth.”
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Just saying this right now if you're a vizzy, Dizzy, or even a pinklemonvodka(DollxlizzyxV) shipper. Then this little thing of oneshots is perfect for you:)👍
I think you'd like this story: "Vizzy/dizzy ONESHOTS (murder drones oneshots)" by StraightLaced569 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/345781875?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=StraightLaced569&wp_originator=OxiM%2F3ET%2FZdxR2uLJUbKYUjkulKrjtqmFMULEGJE6D8iqyJLSwrZpKY1GzeVZimObji4MAn6VINX2R%2B9IAehFNuUKhoANZefLi7DT5u%2FnhMV5nL496xjwkn29%2BLlPjt6
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Scientists discover greener route to widely used industrial material
Scientists from Cardiff University have taken a step towards a greener, more sustainable way of creating a plastic material found in a range of items from toothbrushes and guitar strings to medical implants, construction materials and car parts.
In a new paper published today in the journal Science, the team report a brand-new method of creating cyclohexanone oxime—a pre-cursor to the plastic material Nylon-6, which is a key construction material used in the automotive, aircraft, electronic, clothing and medical industries.
It is estimated that global production of Nylon-6 is expected to reach around 9 million metric tons a year by 2024, prompting scientists to search for greener and more sustainable ways of producing cyclohexanone oxime.
Currently, cyclohexanone oxime is produced industrially through a process involving hydrogen peroxide (H2O2), ammonia (NH3) and a catalyst called titanosilicate-1 (TS-1).
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I Love You, Cupcake
I just realized I had forgotten to post this to tumblr too. You can find it on my Ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/38771064
Trigger Warnings for Mentions of Cancer and prescribed drugs.
A seeping warmth that slowly diffuses through the body, while all you can do is sit there and wait for the inevitable. Headaches, nausea, numbness, the list is endless. You lay there, helpless. Allowing the poison to do its job, hoping it works.
Vi waits for the familiar feeling of pressure creeping into her forehead. She learned quickly to not wait it out in hopes of being able to handle it on her own. The pain happened like clockwork; it was expected at this point. It was too intense, and as much as the medications that alleviated these horrible symptoms didn’t come with great side effects either, it was much easier to deal with a spacey mind that a mind that made every breath pure agony. She felt weak for having to admit to the pain.
“Cait…” Vi called out, just barely able to squint with her one eye from the bright room.
“What is it?” She shot around the corner; her sleeve tucked into the ball of her hand. The tight fist was against her chest as she fidgeted with the frayed sleeve of the white knit sweater.
“Call button… please” The headache crept in fast, with nausea falling into its place fast behind it. Pain exploded through her nerves, so much as trying to reach for the button herself was out of the question.
Caitlyn delicately pushed the button and let it fall back onto the bed next to Vi’s swollen hand. Her other hand gently brushed against vi’s face, with her thumb tracing Vi’s cheekbones. Vi sucked a sharp intake of air through her gritted teeth at the sensation of Caitlyn’s touch.
“I- I’m sorry" Caitlyn drew her hand back.
“I- It's al-“ Vi’s head felt as if it was submerged in ice, every word radiated the pain.
“Shh…” Caitlyn’s voice was soft enough that it soothed the pain. “The nurse will be here soon.”
Caitlyn’s presence was enough. Just mere feet away, she could feel the gaze filled with love. Vi knew Caitlyn wasn’t coping well, she was there every morning before the treatments started, and wouldn’t leave until visiting hours were well over and she was found by a nurse. Practically having to be followed outside by staff. The bags under her eyes and the unusual sluggish movements pained Vi to look at.
Days they were home, it was much easier. Vi could at least ensure that Caitlyn was resting. They could enjoy things together much easier and everything was much more relaxed. She tried to ignore what changes they had made, the alarms going off hourly for medications. Sadly those days hadn’t happened for a while.
“Here is your Morphine and Benadryl” The nurse walked in carrying two pills. Vi remained with her eyes closed, waiting for the relief. Caitlyn gave a nod of thanks as the nurse left, leaving the two alone again.
Time passed silently in the room. Vi’s breaths began to even out and slow down, Caitlyn sat idly by and watched.
“Caitlyn…” Vi finally was able to speak.
“Yes?”
“Can you… come here”
“I- “
“You’re not going to hurt me” Vi gathered the strength to look her love in the eyes, she propped herself up, and shuffled over “It's already kicked in.”
Caitlyn hesitated for a moment, all the lines and wires intimidated her. It scared her enough to look at, hurt her even, but the thought of possibly knocking one out of place… all it would take is to pump the PICC line and it would cause a cascading issue very fast.
“You’re not going to hurt me Cait… please.” Vi lifted the blanket, inviting her. “I don’t sleep nearly as well when I’m alone”
‘How dare she give the puppy eyes’ Caitlyn glared at her wife. She fought with herself for a moment, anything she would say would simply be contradicted or shot down by Vi.
“Your impossible” Caitlyn huffed. Sitting on the end of the bed, she gracefully removed her boots and tucked her feet under the blanket.
“Love you too” Vi reached for her face, stroking it gently. The bulky pulse oximeter was a reminder. Just as the counter full of medications was at home, and the paper on the fridge with a list of emergency phone numbers. It was a constant in their lives.
They both lay there, staring into each other's eyes. No words were exchanged. Forgetting their surroundings, the constant clicking noises of the infusion pumps, the sterile smells. It was just them.
Caitlyn was the first to fall asleep, holding Vi’s hand close to her chest. Vi was absolutely exhausted but wanted to take in every moment of this as possible.
Vi leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I love you, Cupcake”
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