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I begin to wonder how Pratchett would have incorporated the Covid into his Discworld setting. The virus, the vaccine hesitation, the conversations.
The man had little time for stupidity, but a kind of soft spot for those who were kept stupid and manipulated thru no fault of their own. I look to a few cases of people driven to wars for someone else's agenda but coming to their senses at the last minute. Working with the enemy to rescue shipwrecked men, or settling the dispute with a soccer game.
Definitely we'd see leaders stoking the fear and using it, or trying to, (possibly vampires or werewolves who are immune) (or vampires AND werewolves, blaming each other for the plague) and it's a safe bet those people would face a slender individual WITH AN ODD SPEECH PATTERN, REALLY.
The hero would be a young man working for an alchemist trying to fix things. The alchemist is older, named Sicklemacher (Fauci in Italian). He needs something crucial and the yoinger man goes of on the adventure. Thru "both sides" with their exaggerations and fears, desperate remedies...
One symptom would be beer (cuz "corona") tasting hollow, like invisble water. So the hero keeps just ahead of agents of the plague every time the locals riot at a tavern, demanding better ale. (Dang it, they found me!) At least once, this tripwire fails because the local brewmaster just sucks at his job and no one notices any change ("There's two reasons the town's called Ditchwater, sonny. One of them involves a ditch.")
Finally, the cure is developed, a climactic fight to prevent it's didtribution or control it, heroic efforts, some take the cure because, well, yeah, you take a cure.
Others resist, still. Our Hero climbs onto a table, holds a beer stein in clear view, takes a sip...and smiles. "It tastes!"
"Does it taste good?" Sicklemacher worries.
"Good, bad, we want taste!" the hesitant shout, demanding the cure.
Or something...
The man had little time for stupidity, but a kind of soft spot for those who were kept stupid and manipulated thru no fault of their own. I look to a few cases of people driven to wars for someone else's agenda but coming to their senses at the last minute. Working with the enemy to rescue shipwrecked men, or settling the dispute with a soccer game.
Definitely we'd see leaders stoking the fear and using it, or trying to, (possibly vampires or werewolves who are immune) (or vampires AND werewolves, blaming each other for the plague) and it's a safe bet those people would face a slender individual WITH AN ODD SPEECH PATTERN, REALLY.
The hero would be a young man working for an alchemist trying to fix things. The alchemist is older, named Sicklemacher (Fauci in Italian). He needs something crucial and the yoinger man goes of on the adventure. Thru "both sides" with their exaggerations and fears, desperate remedies...
One symptom would be beer (cuz "corona") tasting hollow, like invisble water. So the hero keeps just ahead of agents of the plague every time the locals riot at a tavern, demanding better ale. (Dang it, they found me!) At least once, this tripwire fails because the local brewmaster just sucks at his job and no one notices any change ("There's two reasons the town's called Ditchwater, sonny. One of them involves a ditch.")
Finally, the cure is developed, a climactic fight to prevent it's didtribution or control it, heroic efforts, some take the cure because, well, yeah, you take a cure.
Others resist, still. Our Hero climbs onto a table, holds a beer stein in clear view, takes a sip...and smiles. "It tastes!"
"Does it taste good?" Sicklemacher worries.
"Good, bad, we want taste!" the hesitant shout, demanding the cure.
Or something...
