This middle aged pacific islander woman with like 90 IQ at my job agency (I know she's 90 IQ because she couldn't even organise the appointment and was terrible at lying to me trying to make me think I had to do a questionnaire) asked what my dream job would look like. I think this is a fucking retarded question though, nobody is going to get their 100% ideal job. I imagined my ideal job. I would be somewhere like the hilly central coastal parts of China, around Fujian. It would be spring. The sky would be perfectly clear, the ocean would be clean and wonderful. I'd be in what looked like a totally ruined industrial area, kind of like Chernobyl, with big stained concrete boxes covered in beautiful green lumps of kudzu vine and the remains of wind turbines and industrial chimneys that used to spew out black smoke lying on the ground. I would go into abandoned buildings and harvest the copper wire, which I would then strip out of the cable to sell to Anglo-Saxon colonies in the southern hemisphere which would have about 30 million people in Australia, New Zealand, Patagonia and the East African highlands (about a quarter of the world's population.) I'd have a loose fitting, comfortable, silky full-body covering on that would protect me from UV radiation due to the destroyed ozone layer, and I'd smell a bit like insect repellent rubbed into my suit to ward of the weaponised equine encephalitis-laced mosquitoes as summer rolled in. The soil would be rich and dark from decayed organic material, like fresh soil from a compost bin, and have a strong Earthy smell. I'd kick at it with my steel-toe cap boot and I'd hit something semi hard, then pull the hollowed-out end of an arm or leg bone out of the soil. Thanks to either lye bodies were boiled in, natural acids in the soil or radiation from now decayed cobalt, the bone would be brittle and I'd absent-mindedly crumble it up in my hand before I returned to work. Sometimes you'd see more half-decayed bones or skulls of exterminated Tianyuan Asiatic apes poking out of the dirt if you went into one of the houses that were now ankle-deep in fresh soil. I'd be eating good stealing copper wire from abandoned Chinese houses and live in a little concrete dormitory by the sea with other paid salvagers, with few belongings and sleep by the warm sea most nights, because with all apes dead the world population of 120 million crackers who survived enacting TND would be able to have a very good standard of living sustainably and with low technology levels. Then I realised I can't have my dream job. Is it normal to want this?