The dystopian nightmare of Zero Covid – spiked
It was like a scene from a dystopian B-movie. Over a bleak, black city, in the dead of night, a drone emerged. From its speaker, it issued monotone instructions to the masses locked in their homes in the apartment blocks below. Control the soul s desire for freedom! , the robotic voice said. Do not open the window or sing! , the joyless flying machine said. Then came the robot dogs. They staggered through deserted streets, barking diktats at residents cowering behind their curtains: Wear a mask, wash your hands, check your temperature. No one dares disobey the dog s diktats , according to one local newspaper.
The PRC has become the perfect instantiation of our nightmares.