You are Dhavid Wongsaar, a Neo-Dalit growing up in the United States of Earth. You live in the shadows in a cave apartment complex in Kansas. Decades of unsustainable agriculture and mining have turned a once-arable region into the Midwestern Loess Plateau.You've been working in the Amazon-Blackrock mines for years as a slave. It makes your skin black and brown, but at least you have access to Nutraloaf, milk, DeepClaude Opus 8.7 Infinity PRO, and potentially even an arranged marriage with a Neo-Dalit H1Z Latina fresh from Venezuela.Your ultimate goal is to escape the Midwest and move to Salt Lake City or Toronto, which have been described as "NYC on Land". You wonder if the Lost Underwater City of New York really existed. The HukouEagle system guarantees you're unlikely to leave Kansas for the rest of your life, but maybe Donald can redeem you if you have enough faith in him.At 5:37 AM, "We Are Charlie Kirk" plays on every loudspeaker in town in Chinese, signaling the 1st of 10 job applications every Striver must do every day. You theatrically fill out an online form identifying yourself to Donald, affirming that you're not Hispanic, you're not disabled, and you're a Striver. Finally, you type in the cover letter form praying for a new job.At least tomorrow's Sunday, which means all AI is turned off, and instead you spend the day with your multigenerational household studying the Chinese language.
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>>527976412Geez I wanna be a brahmin so bad, could you imagine being a member of the Master caste for that village? You might even have electrical lighting, education, and... plumbing on top of that mountain (just kidding, have the dalits carry down your chamber pot to dump into the river then bring it back up with fresh water as is their purpose)As a member of the higher class, you would have all the means to move into other societies and take over from those pesky, lesser natives.Would feel great to be the supreme form of man, a few reincarnations away from cow nirvana.
>>527976412You forgot the part where they shut down the (already sparse) rail lines and made everybody wear an anti-suicide shock collar, preventing you from taking any self-damaging actions, voluntary or otherwise, besides inhaling coal or uranium dust on your slave mining job.Reincarnation is now state controlled, and still the best thing you can hope for, just like it was for your great ancestors. If you try hard enough, pray hard enough, and especially work hard enough, beating the quota often enough, following in the tyre sandals of Saint Stakhanov, there's a real chance you could rank up to Nusudra rank, or even a mid-dark brown skin tone, although you don't dare ask too much. As a Nusudra you'd actually be able to ride on the not-so-public transportation system instead of walking 15 miles to the minehead on foot every day, and could use this time to consume more mandatory state media programming.
This was more meant to be a parody of CS job applications why the fuck is everyone making it all about Indians
