It was a blast of a New Year's party, but now that 2024 is history and 2025 is here, you're feeling terrible. It's not just a hangover. You're sweating. You're listless. You're aching all over. The doctor nods sympathetically while she pokes around here and there as physicians have done ever since Hippocrates. Then she goes high tech: "Your gene card, please?" she asks.
The computer digests the rectangle of plastic you hand her. "Yes, you've got a bad case of flu," she says reassuringly. "I'm having the pharmacy create a drug for you. It'll be ready before you're dressed, and...
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