And if the post-apocalypse comes about because of a massive plague or something, I have no useful medical or scientific skills. Once again, I’m out. I would like to be Patient 15. Maybe Patient 20. No higher than 50. I don’t want to be Patient Zero, because then everyone would blame me, which is rude. What you’re not going to do is besmirch my fair-to-middling name in your dystopian digest. I’ll tell you that much. I don’t want to go first. I just want to go early, while they’re still doing nice tributes to the victims on television and I can get my own grave plot.
