At the clinic, arms roll up for Moderna and Pfizer. Relief flickers in the air — maybe this is the way out. But in the same breath, people spread rumors about microchips, infertility, alien DNA. America can put a rover on Mars but can’t convince half its citizens that medicine isn’t sorcery. I got my shot and walked out with a sore arm and sharper disgust. Some people would rather die than be wrong, and they’ll call it freedom.
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