No country can stop a pandemic at its own border.
Disease surveillance, sharedOne evening at the ballpark
Gates open.
The panels stand on the main concourse, by the food lines, where people wait anyway.
Between innings.
A father reads “Your weather forecast” to his daughter. She turns the panel over: smallpox, gone.
Seventh-inning stretch.
Someone scans the code: the two-minute version on their phone, and the date of a session at the library down the road.
A chair at the table.
She comes to a Common Table at the Central Library, with neighbours she has never met.


