Things are different now.
If you get the Covid, you’re going to kill someone you love. Your grandmother. Your father. Your brother.
They’re not gong to find a cure for Covid. You know how many viruses they’ve cured? None. Not for AIDS. Not for the cold. Not for a single virus.
They’re got vaccines, for viruses, but they take time to develop. It took four years to develop a vaccine for the mumps, and that was quick. They’ve been working on a vaccine for AIDS for thirty years, since Dr. Fauci was a young man.
They’ve got vaccines for the seasonal flu, but you have to get one every year, and they don’t always work. The seasonal flu mutates. The experts have to guess what the flu will be in six months and make a vaccine for that. They’re not always right. It’s like trying to shoot a bat with a four ten. You might get lucky, but you might not.
It’s starting to look like any immunity you get from having the Covid doesn’t last. A year, maybe. Six months. We’ll never reach herd immunity. The best we can hope for is a low transmission rate.
Maybe we’ll create sealed societies. Walled cities. The Masque of Red Death. Testing, and quarantines, and testing again. But we’re not going to have safe cities. We’ll have safer cities, and less safe cities, but no one will be safe.
And if you get it, you’re going to kill someone you love. Your grandmother, or your father, or your brother.
There’s no cure for Covid. There’s only surviving it.