PLAGUE INC.

Guest Post by Galicant Wiseword

For some dark reason I downloaded the game “Plague inc” on my smartphone last week after catching a glimpse of the name on a coronavirus story I was reading right here on this site.  I went through the first four levels of the game.  It was intriguing and a little disconcerting at the same time.  The object of the game, if you are unfamiliar, is to wipe out humanity with various pathogens.  Fun!

You start with bacteria; you get to choose which country to initiate your infection.  There is a running tally of infected and eventually fatalities as well as scrolling news stories.  As you infect more and more people, you get points in the form of DNA, which you can use to mutate the capabilities of your pandemic.  You can match wits with the pro’s at any level 4 virus research facility as you plan how to make your pathogen transmitted and what symptoms occur.

You only “win” by killing every human on the planet, not most, but all.  I once lost with only a few hundred survivors in Jamaica.    With each “win”, you level up to a new type of pathogen such as viruses, parasites and fungi, etc.  I deleted the game a few days ago and decided to focus my newly freed-up time on something less morbid.

The news has been morbid enough with the constant bombardment of uncomfortable stories coming out of China.  Well, China and a cruise ship.  Well, China and a cruise ship and the other side of the world.  And Wisconsin.  London, Chicago.  Kansas.  Arkansas.  Middle America.  Fly over zone.  I had a much more uncomfortable shopping experience than normal a few days ago.  I picked up some cheap masks, which will presumably do nothing.  I picked up some vitamin C; there was still plenty on the shelves for now.  I did notice later that it was manufactured in….yep, China.    I decided to wipe the cart handles this time.

I’ve been thinking a lot about this event lately, who hasn’t?  I’ve been reading as much as I can find, learning as much as I can.  I’ve been careful to put a damper on the emotional response to a fearful, invisible enemy.  It doesn’t always work.  Honestly, part of me wants to abscond with the people I like to a boat in the gulf or an abandoned farm in the middle of somewhere.  Maybe I will regret not doing it sooner.

When the White Star boat was struck, people were playing with chunks of iceberg on the deck, not scurrying for the precious few lifeboats.  Plenty of time passed but passengers didn’t see anything wrong.  The enormous unsinkable ship was warm and brightly lit.  Music, food, and laughter still lingered as the frigid seawater started filling the lowest chambers.  The crewmembers had to convince the passengers to survive.  One could only imagine the thoughts of the doomed men and women and children in their final moments.

As a father and husband the thought of failing to save my wife or kids is colder than the deepest Atlantic waters. There is a couple of phenomenal Titanic museums in flyover country.  They have artifacts and educational tours and such.  If we’ve forgotten about yet another false flag infection by the Summer you should check one out.   I’ve been twice now, the first time taking the tour was incredible.  The second time I went alone first thing in the morning.  I took my time, ignored the virtual tour and let history absorb me.  I read every paper, lingered on every priceless artifact.

One interesting piece was just a replica of the deck, cantered in three different positions representing different times of the night as the terrible tragedy slowly unfolded.      Kids can easily scale the first deck, slanted at maybe 20 degrees; the ill-fated boat was only starting to sink.  The second deck is very difficult to scale without using the handrail.  It’s about a 45 degree angle.  You can barely stay standing on the dry surface with rubber-soled shoes, even with good knees, which mine refuse to be lately.  The final replica is impossible to scale while standing.

You are holding on to the rail to keep from falling back to carpeted reality.  Even by the middle of the ordeal, it is too late to get into a lifeboat and survive, it has already become improbable at best.  I do not want my kids being a statistic in a pandemic museum in 2120.  I don’t want people looking at a picture of my corpse being burned and wondering why the hell I stuck around when I should have fled.  Speaking of burning corpses, China recently brought several portable incinerators to Wuhan.  Could you imagine seeing that from your apartment, the one with all exits welded shut?

I’ve been thinking a lot about SARS and Ebola and bird flu and the rest of the annual “frighten the masses” diseases that have come and gone.  I think about how I bought a shotgun just in case Y2K ended up being something.  I think about how my wife keeps bringing that up every. Single. Time I’ve talked about preparation for the past 20 years.  I do not want to over-react almost as much as I don’t want to under-react.  I’d hate to uproot children, lose jobs, sell our precious possessions that keep breaking and such.  I’d really hate to do that and be reminded about it for twenty peaceful, no-world-changing-pandemic-years.

It’s easy to ignore a distant warning.  Maybe we shouldn’t do anything.  Just keep plugging along.  Hope for the best.  Drink lots of yogi, throat comfort tea with licorice root and honey.  Take about 3000mg a day of Vitamin C, spread throughout, about 2000 I/U of Vitamin D daily after a week or two of 5000 I/U to build up the slow charge.  Maybe I will add Zinc 20-40mg/d and selenium 100mcg a day (that’s micrograms by the way and a simple gummi multi-vitamin to round things out.  Maybe I’ll keep plenty of hydrogen peroxide around in case we need to nebulize at 3% for a while.  Maybe I’ll buy a cow and let it keep it’s milk in exchange for its excrement.  I’ll have to ask the family that runs the nearby gas station how to pronounce the words I need to chant correctly.  At this point, it’s all just things I’ve read online so maybe one is just as effective as the other.

I think about Bill Gates and 9/11, the bones of children decaying in the waters around Epstein Island.  I remember that our puppet government and the rich and powerful people that pull the strings are the most despicable and evil humans alive today, maybe ever.  I believe that these people would kill a billion people with less remorse than the device you are reading this on.  At least a computer will usually give you a warning.

“Are you sure you want to wipe out humanity with a deadly virus? Click yes to continue”.

I think about that game I downloaded.  It would not exactly surprise me to find out that the government is somehow involved with the game.  At normal difficulty, about 67% of people wash their hands.  Rich countries have better medicine.  The developer has clearly worked hard to mimic reality’s parameters.  I had difficulty on one level until I came up with the pattern.  Almost complete infection prior to the first appearance of dangerous symptoms.  I think about how this virus is contagious for weeks prior to any symptoms.

I think about how part of humanity thinks the rest is expendable.  I think about my certainty that this was a manufactured virus.  Genetically manipulated beyond the natural order of things.  Designed to travel undetected for what the newest numbers indicate, 24 days.  Let us just assume two weeks.  Two weeks of no symptoms, of believing everything is fine.  I can’t begin to tell you all the surfaces I touched.  The hands I shook, the avocado’s I squeezed ever so lightly only to return to the shelves.  What will the shelves at your local grocery store look like in 24 days or so?

I worry about the transmutability of the Coronavirus.  It’s in the air.  It’s in stool.  It survives on hard surfaces for a time period that keeps getting bumped up every few days. It was passed from mother to newborn child.   I see stories about possible infections less than a thousand miles from my front door and consider how many people might be infecting others without knowing.  How many of my friends and neighbors went to super-bowl parties and maybe had a Corona with a little added Corona?

What my brief time on this planet and in this country has taught me is not to trust my government.  Not one little bit.  They have earned that distrust with every exposed lie.  With every conspiracy theory that gets proven a decade or two later.  So, what is their motivation?  It sure looks like everyone in government is concerned about the same thing they always are, money.  Donald says it’ll be good for us, that by April everything will be okay again.  China just quarantined Beijing.

When government officials say “Don’t worry”, my heart always skips a beat.  I would sleep a little sounder if DC was stirring the panic pot instead of trying to keep a lid on it.  They are protecting the stock market, the world economy; they don’t want to blow the house of cards over until the last possible moment.  Not until they’ve bleed the last drops of mammon from a dying country.  Heartless to be sure, but you can’t smell a billion corpses from inside a private jet.

This could be it.  It could be the big one.  It could be the first chapter of Stephen King’s “The Stand”, someone dropped a vial and didn’t tell anyone.  This can be more of what we’ve seen over and over, just fear to control the masses.  This could be about destroying China, an up-and-coming contender for the next empire.  I think about a story I that read over a decade ago predicting China would match our Navy by 2020.  I remember that we do have a Space Force now so maybe not.  I think about Bill Gates talking about this a year ago.  Is this the next evolution in control of the masses?  Did China create it and accidently release it?  Did the oh-so-trustworthy 4-trillion-dollar-a-year “federal government” of the US put a potential empire contender on notice?

I wish I had something better to offer than my fears and doubts and some supplement suggestions.  We all need more facts.  We need people to spread the truth, no matter how scary.  I’m thankful sites like this one exist, and that I can still access it for now.  Today there is still more questions than answers, but it looks like the boat is cantering to starboard.

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