Sincerely, Jennifer x

16th January 2065

The smallpox and cancer groups are fine, but something is wrong with the influenza group. 

My attention has been pulled towards them, and I have so many questions. 

The sedation didn’t work. 

I’ve heard of some resistance to sedation, and high levels of tolerance, but never like this. 

I stayed with the nursebot for hours last night, and we tried almost every drug we could think of, each more likely to knock the subjects out than the last, but not one of them worked. 

They didn’t fight us, or try to stop us, but it was almost like they knew. 

They sat quietly on the bed while the nursebot entered and tried each sedative, grinning and gurning over at the window while I watched. 

It creeped me out a little, to be honest. 

After a while, we gave up, and I instructed the nursebot to just try and keep them apart if they started fighting again. 

She did her best, but when I returned in the morning, there were some cuts and bruises to take care of. 

One of the subjects had broken his arm, but it had already begun healing by the time the nursebot got to him. 

It’s all very strange. 

They again insisted on mixing with the smallpox group, banging on the glass in unison at one point and staring directly at me, hissing their demands. 

The influenza group is a problem, but I have a bigger one. 

The government want to shut me down. 

I had a feeling it would happen at some point, but I was hoping I could make more progress. 

They sent an inspector from the Department of Health and Social Care, who really didn’t like what he saw. 

Someone in the lab has ratted me out. 

I know that my work here is arguably illegal, but the lives it could save has to be worth it, right? Besides, I’m paying these people a hell of a lot of money, hence why we’ve only got one nursebot. 

I wish I’d invested more in nursebots, to be honest. They’re certainly more trustworthy than the turncoats I work with. 

I don’t have time to flush out the traitor, because I need to get as much done as I can before the government scumbags come back, but one day, I’ll find them, and they’ll bloody well regret it.