The average ambient temperature rises by 2 degrees and you survive, in triumph.
Whether you hit a steaming plunge pool or rocket on the mercury scale, you survive.
Your confabulation of matter resists,
cold, heat, radiations, viral agents, information overload. You can still spit.

What an honour it is to be able to see the sun without dying or sit all night in a desert without food, burrows, a house. You are intrinsically well made, bred for invincibility, bred to outbreed inevitability
You are made to be too fuckable to die.
You can take it,
without having to know what it is.