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As I suspected, her
results couldn't quantify
my internal fortitude.
But there was a whole chemistry
class worth of stuff in my body.
They wondered how I survived with
such high levels of metals and toxins.
They tried to figure out how
my paws walked on lethal
dirt that could melt boots.
It doesn't show up on the graphs of
the scientists, but we know it's in the
blood of everyone that lives here.
This city that I, The Auditor, watch over.
They should be able to measure it, and
label it what it truly is. Toughness.
Like drilling a mile deep into solid rock for sheer survival.
And digging into the side of a hill to hold
on through the extremes of history.
Or fighting to clean things up and
keep pride in the community.
Like I said, they should have
just labeled my results "tough."
They shouldn't be
shocked that I can do
my job with however
many parts-per-million of
whatever chemicals in me.
After all, I'm about a
million times tougher
than a normal dog.
Seems like there should be a way to measure the factors that
make up the inherent resilience of an individual or a group.
Tough like me.
Tough like the
Spirit of Butte.
