2 [Voice]

[theorizes]

I feel as if I'm the only one in this city that isn't sick. I chalk this up to my copious hand-washing and genetically engineered immune system.

[Sheldon sounds pretty okay, all things considered. He doesn't really do guilt. Or anything except basic incredulity. So he's chilling like a villain in his new Sector Two apartment.]

I've been working on calculating the spread of the illness from Ground Zero. Anyone who wishes to contribute can text me whatever they discover. Don't come see me in person. I am not going to run out of hand sanitizer because people want to be friendly. Or sociable.

I don't want your cooties.

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[voice // private // unhackable]

[theorizes]

[Give him a few seconds -- ]

Not even the CIA could break into this conversation now.

Tell me everything.

[voice // private // unhackable]

[learnyourplace]

[Judging by context, the CIA is something she should be impressed by. She'll withhold judgment for now.]

"Everything" is a very broad request. I need some starting point.

[voice // private // unhackable]

[theorizes]

What sort of weaknesses do you have against illness?

[voice // private // unhackable]

[learnyourplace]

None that I knew of. I have never heard of one of us being ill.

[voice // private // unhackable]

[theorizes]

What are you, exactly?

[voice // private // unhackable]

[learnyourplace]

I am an angel. What you see is not my true form, but a vessel I use to interact with humanity.