I am aghast. “It’s monstrous,” I say.
He seems faintly amused by my outrage and turns from the keyboard with a shake of his silver head. “It’s necessary,” he says. “The way we stop this disease is to isolate the vulnerable and let the healthy catch it. Most will recover and when they do we’ll have a shield of herd immunity.”
“You can’t know that,” I say. “You’re running a terrible experiment with millions of lives.”
His mane tosses like a lion’s. “The peak will be sharp, but it’ll be short.”
Somewhere, faintly, a phone is ringing.