COVIDYSTOPIA- April 15, 2022 AD (Somewhere on a private island in the Indian Ocean, around dusk)
“Tell me again, darling, how did you manage to do all this magic?” – Mr. T asked Ms. J. He still couldn't believe that he was on a private island with all that anyone could ever need. No physical distancing, no masks, no fear. Freedom, fresh air and sunlight.
He had matched with Ms. J two months ago in a dating app. She was slightly older to him and quite witty. They chatted and talked, and eventually fell in love, quite quickly by modern standards. He was happy to have gotten a soulmate of sorts even though they could never meet. The pandemic was still raging in their world.
Then came the cavalry. It turned out that Ms. J was a very powerful and private person who had made her massive fortune in the great collapse of 2020. While the rest of the world was still reeling and bloody from the virus, Mr. T was green channeled, and quickly flown off to J's island.
Mr. T tried again to understand the machineries of a hedge fund, as Ms. J patiently explained to him over a cocktail. Their silhouettes looked straight out of a postcard, with the sun setting behind them, into the red ocean.
(Disclaimer – this is fiction, exploring the what-ifs, post pandemic.)