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Go to Australia
You are everywhere, and you are everyone. At least, that is what you have come to believe. At one of your furthest extremities there is an island continent dominated by a vast tractless desert. Once populated by millions of human souls, it has now been almost entirely turned over to the deadly flora and fauna that call it home.
Long ago, humans called that inhospitable desert home. Could they yet remain? More importantly, could you find them, and seek from them absolution for what you have done?
You return to this place, clothed in flesh specially adapted to the inhospitable environment. Fine white hair covers the flesh from top to bottom, to insulate them from hot desert days and cold desert nights.
That seemed like the obvious thing to do. After your vacation you return refreshed and happy. Then you return to your job and become unhappy again. THIS IS NORMAL. It happens to everybody. YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL. Get used to it. Nobody is special. But some people are less special than others. Their faces, barely recognizable as human, have a small mouth, a wide flat nose with nostrils that can seal against blowing sand, and three eyes. Two adapted to see far, especially in the dark, and one in the middle adapted to keep seeing when the others must close against the harshest conditions. Thick leathery soles protect the feet from the hot ground, and long powerful legs let them stride for miles across the terrain. On their backs, a thick hump of fat holds moisture and nutrients to keep moving for weeks without nourishment. Powerful kidneys minimize the need to excrete any moisture and a liver capable of breaking down deadly venom round out their adaptations to this hellish landscape.
"Hey," a guy says within moments of you stepping onto the land. "We were wondering if you'd ever come back here."
The great explorers you had crafted were not built to speak, so they make no reply. Of course, you were hoping to find a human to speak to here so you brought along one old-fashioned flesh. This one steps forward and says, "Holy shit. I didn't think I'd find anyone so fast."
The man smiles, but wisely does not offer you his hand. "Step into my office." he says.