Sketchy just twirled his lumpy body. “Am I, though? Look closely.”
The world called him a nightmare. A plague. A once-in-a-century catastrophe. coronavirus sketchy micro
📍 : Picture a king wearing a sun-shaped crown (Corona) in a dusty attic (cytoplasm replication) holding a spiral staircase (helical capsid). Sketchy just twirled his lumpy body
The cell would sigh and open its gates, not knowing it had just let in its own executioner. causing a ruckus
While Influenza hammered at the cell’s surface, causing a ruckus, Sketchy would drift by, looking for a specific doorknob: the ACE2 receptor. It was a humble protein, a blood pressure regulator, minding its own business on the surface of lung cells. Sketchy’s crooked spike would tap it once, twice. A misfolded key in a rusty lock. Click.