The Diva's Diary - 3

Day 4 (June 9, 2026)

Nothing important happened yesterday. Hubby said they’d figured out like how to connect the Bunker City and now we like have the Intranet up and running. It’s like the big world Internet, but only for the Bunker City.

Hubby spent most of the day in our apt, ‘coz he and like all his bunker pals now can meet online. He was just sitting there like on his computer in his office aaaall day long, breaks only for food (good thing he still remembers how to cook, made us some mean butter shrimp with like fried rice) and bathroom. It’s like he wasn’t even here. I was hoping he’d like spend some time with me but he’d be like, ‘I have soooo much work to do, babe’!

So I just went through my wardrobe, sorting out my things. There’s a lot, I’d been like taking them here for several years. It’s the things that I still liked but went out of fashion. Or had some stains, like wine stains, or others, and little tears and holes. I suppose if I wear them here no one would even notice. Like there’s anyone like to notice anything here! I made a big pile of things that I’d never wear and use, that’s like garbage.

I need to ask hubby where we should take the trash out. At home, I had this collector shoot in the kitchen that like sorts out everything where it needs to go: recycling, refurbishing, and garbage. I never understood refurbishing, like who’d want our used stuff? The poors? Anyway, no collector like this here, of course, and I wonder where would the trash go? To the surface? We still don’t know what happened there and how like unsafe everything is, hubby said.

I also figured out how to access old movies through the Intranet. Watched like ALL The Avengers yesterday. Those movies look so old now, they have no idea what a real apocalypse would be.

Hubby came back late at night, to go to bed. Some of the best love making we ever had. He also begged for a baby. I guess there must be some truth to the saying that the first instinct men have when life is in danger is to procreate. Baby my ass! I still don’t want those little motherf*ckers! No f*cking Apocalypse will change that! Forgive my language, anyone who reads this, like if anyone ever reads this. I guess I should be on my best writing behavior just in case someone reads this ever :((.

Today, I woke up and hubby was gone again. Like, his side of the bed was cold gone. Made some food for me, wrote a love note, and left. Didn’t even say why, ‘coz he has Intranet now. Anyway, I went to the pool again. But before the pool, I stopped by the library. It was open, and a super nice android greeted me and helped me pick out some old-fashioned romance novels. I asked if there were other people in the library. He said a couple of kids came in earlier to check out some children’s books. Kids! Like I’m interested in them. I asked if he knew whose kids they were, so that I could like connect with their parents. The android said he was not authorized to release private information. I guess rules are rules even in the bunker.

I spent even more time at the pool today. The sauna was on, like I could go from hot to cold forever. I really liked it, and it didn’t even matter that I was alone.

When I came home, I just read some, ate the sandwich Hubby left for me and went on the Intranet. You know what I found? It had ChatGPT 8o, and it was active! I was so excited, like, let’s play! But it asked for the login and password and I didn’t have them. Need to ask hubby. It’s almost midnight and he is still not back, so I’ll just go to bed.

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Meanwhile, hubby was yelling at one of his assistants, “What the hell? Why didn’t you delete that freacking ChatGPT app from her iPad? She will figure everything out now! How am I supposed to explain to her why it still works?”

“You can tell her it only works through the Intranet, sir, with limited functions. I can tweak it so that it is severely incapacitated,” the assistant said, thinking to himself “She is not that smart. She just wants to play with her fashion design and image generator, I can block her access to that.”

“Ok, but it has to be really convincing.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hubby was not convinced and waited for her to fall asleep before he returned to the bunker, to avoid the ChatGPT conversation.