“I got a fever for you, beautiful.”
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There once was a virus who fell in love with its host.
It drifted around in their bloodstream, dreamily content with its lot in life. Every moment was a joy. It was physically joined with its true love, and it had never wanted anything more.
One day, after a spate of joyous multiplying, the virus noticed with alarm that their host appeared to have fallen ill.
“Oh dear,” said the virus (for it inexplicably had the ability to speak as well as to experience abstract emotions like love and joy). “I’d better do something.”
And so the virus did the only thing it knew how: it began to multiply at a faster rate than ever before. It hoped that if it became strong enough it would be able to help its love.
But the more the virus multiplied, the sicker their host seemed to get. This only made the virus more determined to help before time ran out.
Spurred by love, it multiplied faster and faster and faster. Until, suddenly…