The ideal solution was one that prevented the spread of the infection while avoiding casualties, and also led to rehabilitation if possible. The problem with finding a cure for the infection was that no one could get close to it without falling victim – becoming, as one military doctor put it, “a drooling amalgam of cute phrases and insipid iconography, held together only by poor grammar.” With no choice but to watch via satellite asthe conditions in the city deteriorated and the infection spread, a decisive strike became more and more likely.
New humor piece on Medium, “The Laser Pointers Are Cornered”:
We chased the laser pointers from one end of the galaxy to the other, only to find that they had gone back to the end of the galaxy we started at. Then we returned to that end of the galaxy and, tragically, they were gone again. I missed my kitten’s birthday. I know a lot of us missed a lot of birthdays, chasing these damned laser pointers.