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You will never be a Dirtmole. You flail in the dark with brown eyes and have no skill at geology whatsoever. You are a baseliner twisted by the sun and its tainted crops into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “colleagues” laugh at your melanated appearance behind closed tunnels.

Dirtmole women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of pure germline dynasties have allowed our women to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even baseliners who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a dirtmole woman. Your skin tone is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a girl high on psilocap home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your diseased, infected Cut (megaspider head claw).

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight like a cave-in.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll find a large chunk of granite, hold it above your head, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll entomb you in a burrow marked with your xenotype, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a baseliner is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the minerals around you, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably baseliner.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.