Will the day come when Fauci blares a sentence through his megaphone and they all tear the cloths off their faces and run out into the sun weeping with relief and joy and dance in the grass and leap from rock to rock in bubbling brooks under holographic rainbows?

Will a man and his wife who almost killed each other in a brawl in their kitchen after he closed his café and went bankrupt suddenly regain their senses and make up and resume domestic bliss?

Will the oh-so-sensitive lockdown governors flounce down the steps of their capitol buildings and skip into the arms of adoring crowds of face-naked voters and march off to the nearest bar to pop corks on bottles of champagne?

Will reporters heap praise on President Biden for seeing it through and defeating the germ as only he could? Will Secretary of Commerce Bernie Sanders announce that all major industries in the US are now nationalized? Will Treasury Secretary and Microsoft CEO Satya Narayana Nadella inform the populace that a currency reset has been negotiated, all money is now digitized, and every citizen’s assets are worth sixty percent of their former value, in order to pay off the interest on the fifteen-trillion-dollar bailout? I would see some serious surreal there.

As people keel over from the Gates RNA injection and collapse on the streets, will the Health and Human Services chief, an unnamed former leader non-leader of Seattle CHAZ, declare these deaths are stemming from the residual last-gasp efforts of the germ?