Covid-19 fanfic
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drewkittyOthers In This Series:
The Flattening Of Pandemic Drift | The Flattening of Pandemic Drift – Part II, Now Flatter | Flat As A Pancake - Part III
[a rewrite of the _Star Trek 2_ confrontation between Kirk and Khan]
https://youtu.be/gl_y5wTeJtk
Covid-19!
You still remember, America. I, of cannot help but be touched. Of course, I remember you.
What is the meaning of this attack? Where is the crew of the Theodore Roosevelt?
Surely I have made my meaning plain. I mean to avenge myself upon you, America. I've deprived your economy of power and when I swing round I mean to deprive you of your life. But I wanted you to know first who it was who had beaten you.
Covid-19, ...if its me you want, I'll have myself infected. Spare my people!
I make you a counter-proposal, I will agree to your terms, ...if, ...if in addition to yourself, you hand over to me all data and material regarding the project called ... Vaccine.
Vaccine, what's that?
Don't insult my intelligence, America.
Give me some time to recall the data on our computers.
I give you two months, America.
Clear the hospitals.
At least we know he doesn't have immunity.
Keep nodding as though I'm still giving orders. Mister Surgeon General, punch up the DNA of coronavirus immune response.
Immune response ...
Hurry!
Forty five days.
Social distancing?
It's all we've got.
The sequence is up, sir.
America!
We're finding it.
America!
Please, please ... give us time, ...the economy is smashed, universities inoperative.
Time is a luxury you don't have, America
Damn!
America!
It's coming through now, Covid.
Covid-19's median incubation period is ten days.
I don't understand.
You have to learn why things work on Starship Earth.
Each virus has its unique genetic code.
To prevent an enemy from doing what we're attempting. Using our testing to know who is at risk and our vaccine to order our immune systems to fight Covid-19.
Assuming he hasn't mutated. He's quite novel.
Fifteen days.
Covid-19, how do I know you'll keep your word?
Oh, I've given you no word to keep, America. In my judgment, you simply have no alternative.
I see your point. Stand by to receive our transmission. ...Mister Military, prepare for the worst and await my command.
Guns loaded.
Time's up, America.
Here it comes. Now, Mister Surgeon General.
Covid-19, our numbers are dropping!
Reinfect them!
I can't!
Where's the panic? The contagious spread?
Test! ... Isolate! Vaccinate!
Kill! Kill!
We can't kill, sir!
Why can't you?
They've damaged the ability to spread and our fatality rate. We must withdraw.
No! No!
Covid, we must! ... America can wait. She's not going anywhere.
The Flattening Of Pandemic Drift | The Flattening of Pandemic Drift – Part II, Now Flatter | Flat As A Pancake - Part III
[a rewrite of the _Star Trek 2_ confrontation between Kirk and Khan]
https://youtu.be/gl_y5wTeJtk
Covid-19!
You still remember, America. I, of cannot help but be touched. Of course, I remember you.
What is the meaning of this attack? Where is the crew of the Theodore Roosevelt?
Surely I have made my meaning plain. I mean to avenge myself upon you, America. I've deprived your economy of power and when I swing round I mean to deprive you of your life. But I wanted you to know first who it was who had beaten you.
Covid-19, ...if its me you want, I'll have myself infected. Spare my people!
I make you a counter-proposal, I will agree to your terms, ...if, ...if in addition to yourself, you hand over to me all data and material regarding the project called ... Vaccine.
Vaccine, what's that?
Don't insult my intelligence, America.
Give me some time to recall the data on our computers.
I give you two months, America.
Clear the hospitals.
At least we know he doesn't have immunity.
Keep nodding as though I'm still giving orders. Mister Surgeon General, punch up the DNA of coronavirus immune response.
Immune response ...
Hurry!
Forty five days.
Social distancing?
It's all we've got.
The sequence is up, sir.
America!
We're finding it.
America!
Please, please ... give us time, ...the economy is smashed, universities inoperative.
Time is a luxury you don't have, America
Damn!
America!
It's coming through now, Covid.
Covid-19's median incubation period is ten days.
I don't understand.
You have to learn why things work on Starship Earth.
Each virus has its unique genetic code.
To prevent an enemy from doing what we're attempting. Using our testing to know who is at risk and our vaccine to order our immune systems to fight Covid-19.
Assuming he hasn't mutated. He's quite novel.
Fifteen days.
Covid-19, how do I know you'll keep your word?
Oh, I've given you no word to keep, America. In my judgment, you simply have no alternative.
I see your point. Stand by to receive our transmission. ...Mister Military, prepare for the worst and await my command.
Guns loaded.
Time's up, America.
Here it comes. Now, Mister Surgeon General.
Covid-19, our numbers are dropping!
Reinfect them!
I can't!
Where's the panic? The contagious spread?
Test! ... Isolate! Vaccinate!
Kill! Kill!
We can't kill, sir!
Why can't you?
They've damaged the ability to spread and our fatality rate. We must withdraw.
No! No!
Covid, we must! ... America can wait. She's not going anywhere.
