Editing The Nurse

May 10, 2083
As a nurse, during my shifts in the hospital, I am often told by my how much we prioritize the lives of the people in this world. The Elite – we call ourselves this because we think we are more important than say, the lives in the underworld. I don’t know though… I don’t think I agree. I do not think one life is more important than the next, but I have no say, neither will I ever let anyone know my real thoughts, or I will end up jobless and probably dumped in the underworld. Who wants that? 

May 21, 2083
How selfish of me to think that just because I’ll end up jobless, I should not help the innocent, helpless lives in the underworld. Did I really fall for what they fed us and start believing I’m better than the rest? I became a nurse to help others, regardless of what world they come from. 

June 4, 2083
Long day today. All I can think about is that bottle of wine I left in my fridge last night – I like my wine ice cold. 
So many thoughts.
What my boss does not know is that I have been sneaking off supplies to the Underworld. They have nothing! Maybe that was the point. Maybe this was their whole plan… 
Feels so wrong because I’m going against everything that they have taught me, but it feels so right at the same time. 

I guess I am lucky I don’t have those tracking chips installed in me, or they would have found out long ago what I’ve been doing. Those chips are ridiculous. Every time a baby is born in the underworld, one of us is sent down there to install the chips inside their heads which allows the Sky-World to keep track of every single inch of their movement. They sign these agreements to have them installed in their newborn babies because they think they are getting some unbelievingly special deal – but they’re not. The chips can go as far as controlling them, but they have no idea of that! I used to wonder why they ever sign those agreements and give up their freedom of movement and speech just like that, but I guess the benefits of having the chip in their head that the Sky-World literally manipulates them into, are worth it. 

July 8, 2083.
All the other nurses have been discussing the interview that anonymous professor did yesterday. I think he might be right – this “virus” might not be a “virus” after all. I wouldn’t put it past B0TCorp to scheme something so atrocious. I respect the anonymous professor for speaking up, but realistically, B0TCorp is so powerful that I don’t think it would make a difference anyway. I will not stop sneaking supplies to the Underworld though. I must do what I can, for as long as I can.

August 14, 2083
Don’t know if it’s this wine that has me thinking so hard but that interview really made sense to me. Hear me out – the virus is called Bronchial Obstruction Terminal Syndrome. First of all, how ridiculous of a name, but second, it is an acronym for B0TS!!! If I was able to figure this out, I wonder how many others have, too.

August 25, 2083 
I think they might be suspicious of me. Or am I just losing my mind? Today, we had a meeting and the hospital’s CEO showed up too. He said they noticed some street dwellers went from being in terrible conditions to getting better without any explanation. They said they don’t suspect anyone of anything but if they do find that anyone was helping the street dwellers when they shouldn’t be the consequences will be heavy. They said it’s a betrayal for anyone to do such thing. This is so wrong. I feel so privileged to be living here. I did my best. I did what I thought was right. I don’t have any regrets. It would have been easier to just not do anything, but I couldn’t leave them alone and helpless. If I saved even one life doing what I did, I. have. no. regrets. 

September 1, 2083
Might be my last time writing anything in here. I’m at work in the hospital right now but I am hiding in the washroom. I tried to scan my key card to get into the room we keep the chips in, but it didn’t work. It didn’t let me in. Something feels off. Maybe this is as far as I come. 
But again, I have no regrets.