I wouldn’t be so sure of that.
People still die from AIDS.
Yep! I mean, look at the thing—it’s rotting from the inside out before our very eyes. And all the antiretroviral drugs, experimental infusions they pump into it aren’t going to stop that A-train.
It’s always late to the stage when there’s anything it wants to spew at us; it’s dumping all the coke, meth and heroin it can stuff into it—then exits stage right mere minutes after working its jaw, and no questions allowed.
Not to leave out the cigar-sized joint it sucks back afterwards with an entire bottle of its favorite alcoholic beverage.
Pretty soon they’ll have to fit it with an exo-suit under its suit just so it will stand up and have lifelike gestures.