Sincerely, Jennifer x

18th January 2065

They tried to take my subjects, but it didn’t go well for them. 

Broken bones and bloodshed. 

A bunch of soldiers and police broke in this morning, and my, oh my, it was not pretty. 

My little monsters tore them to pieces. Pacing the lab with blood dripping from their chins and skin slipping from their pursed lips, watching me through the window, with that rage. Eyes, rubbed raw and bright red. 

I don’t know if it will go well for me either. 

They are so angry. Frothing and furious. I’ve been able to contain them in the laboratory, but soon, they will be out. 

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Maybe I’ll do a little of both. 

They yearn for the sickness. 

They got into the Nursebot. Ripped it limb from limb and circuit from circuit, clutching all the syringes inside and fighting over them. 

They’ve got all sorts now, but it isn’t enough. 

They yearn, and they yearn, and they yearn. 

I hid in my office, bolting the door and shoving filing cabinets across it. I don’t know if it will hold, especially now they’re all together. 

The groups are mixing, and now, they all yearn the same. 

The yearning has become their sickness, and they look to me for the cure. 

Am I a healer? 

I could have been, but now, I don’t know. 

My timebomb ticks, and the subjects trudge closer. 

I was so close. 

My God, I was so close.