From the journal of Nurse Marjorie Taylor
January 15th, 2056
I’m not sure how much longer I can keep working here. I want to help the kids, but still. I think one of the older boys is torturing the younger students and the doctors won’t listen to me. No matter what the Center says, I’m starting to suspect only the level 1 and 2s get any help. The higher levels might as well be guinea pigs. And now we’ve got some jumped up military brass wandering around the facility. Are they really going to start using the children as weapons? Don’t these people understand we’re supposed to be making the world a better place, not a worse one? I wrote out a letter of resignation, just in case. If I decide I can’t do it, I’ll just submit it and see what happens.









