Warning: This is a text of the category “Poor English”. Do not read it if you are linguistically sensitive. Please take this warning serious. It is not a joke!
My first impression was: The virus is a higher intelligence. Because: What else would cheekily put itself on the hill top of a deserted island? I understood this as attempt of irony, in a way. This I thought within the first hours of my observation. At that time, I still hoped I could be able to communicate with the virus. But, researchers!, someone who – like me – keeps on and on at a strange being for days, overcomes senseless daydreaming. Higher intelligence? Rubbish! My initial thesis was disproved thoroughly. And I would like to go even further. Perhaps science is not the right way to combat this virus. Perhaps, dear researchers, we should fight it with all means. I clearly feel that this virus threatens not only our researches but also our object of research. Dear colleagues, let us reach for our weapons which we do not have!