As for me, I’m a tireless global vector and I’m also very prone to respiratory illnesses. So a mutant 21st century swine flu would be well-nigh perfect for me. Once I caught the flu while reading Stephen King’s THE STAND. As I twitched in my bed with hallucinatory high fever, the television in the next room ceaselessly babbled about the Jonestown mass suicide. I was convinced the world was ending. That was 31 years ago.