Between an angel and a demon

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I walked at a normal pace to the hospital as if to my work. Considering my simple, but at the same time difficult profession, it can really be said that I visit the hospital quite often because of work. You could assume that I am a medical university student and am going to the hospital to practice so that in the future I will be able to cure someone, being an ambulance doctor, but this is still not the case. I do not know any basics of medicine, and I do not need to know all this. It's enough for me just to do my simple job and move on.

Perhaps many people would call my job difficult, and even more people would say that it is the most disgusting job in the world. I would be called a terrifying human being, a maniac, a bastard, a scum, a degenerate, and so on. It really hurts when your work is not appreciated, but still it also has its advantages.

For example, I can work whenever I want, and not for any need. I'm not the only one in this business doing everything I can. Besides me, there are many others like me. There are many of us, and we work twenty-four hours a day every day all over the world. It really can be considered a difficult job, but why then do I say that it suits me?

The thing is, I'm perfect for this job. I grew up in an environment that is not normal at all. All my life until I was fifteen, I was accompanied by white walls, floor and ceiling. Everything was white around me: chairs, tables, pens, pencils, light, darkness, food, water. The color never changed, no matter what happened. It's really not normal.

Then I saw something else, I felt something, I saw something, my consciousness faded for a second, but immediately flamed up with bright colors. I was able to see more than ever, but the most important thing is that I finally understood what freedom is.

It turns out that all those students who were there with me, each of them who left that place before me, felt freedom. It would sound strange to the most ordinary person who lived his life calmly, but for those who understood what I was talking about, it sounded great.

In fact, you might think that life is wonderful and amazing, but what if I prove otherwise? Civilization, the state, humanity, nature, all this is not durable. Sooner or later, all living and inanimate things die. You can try to cheat death, as in the movies "Destination", but you will not be able to avoid death in any way. Sooner or later you will be overtaken by what you can call the end.

Many people think that after death there will be nothing or there will be something terrible, but they are wrong. Yes, there really are such concepts as Heaven and Hell in the afterlife, but that's not all. It does not happen that a bad person goes to Hell, and a good person goes to Heaven, this is just an invention and fiction that people came up with to calm some and pacify others. In fact, everything is much more complicated.

– We have an emergency situation in the central district of Tokyo.

People were running to meet me for some reason. It looks like something happened somewhere in the city center, but it's not so important, because right now I'm very busy with MY work.

All this crowd of medical workers, like savages, rushed towards the exit, almost colliding with me. Out of habit, I tried not to run into them, although it was not necessary. Even if they wanted to run into me, they wouldn't have succeeded.

When this crowd ran past me, I continued on my way and walked like a normal person up the stairs. Of course, you will say that it would be much easier to use the elevator, but I think otherwise. It seems to me that you need to pay more attention to the stairs, because this is the most reliable way to climb up.

My footsteps seemed quiet, but perfectly coincided with the second hand of the clock. Every two seconds, my new step on a new step brought me closer to the cherished upper floors. There were white walls, floors and ceilings all around, but they didn't disgust me the way they used to.