Karina CoronaTop Story - July 2021
The bright green light scanned Karina’s face and took her temperature before allowing her into the building’s antechamber. She stepped in. A fine mist containing fuck-knows-what descended on her, and then a tray slid out of the wall to her right. She loaded it up with the hamburger and chips. Back in it went. Another successful delivery. Another day, (and quite literally) another dollar.