"Where is everybody?" they asked laconic vacuum and taciturn stars. The answer -- silence -- was disturbing. Something had to be systematically reducing some factor in the equation of sapiency.
"Perhaps habitable planets are rare," their sages pondered. "Or else life doesn't erupt as readily as we thought. Or intelligence is a singular miracle.
"Or perhaps some filter sieves the cosmos, winnowing those who climb too high. A recurring pattern of self-destruction? A mysterious nemesis that systematically obliterates intelligent life? This implies that a great trial may loom ahead of us, worse than any we have confronted so far."
Optimists replied, "The trial may already lie behind us, among the litter of tragedies we survived or barely dodged during our violent youth. We may be the first to succeed where others failed."
What a delicious dilemma they faced! A suspenseful drama, teetering between implicit hope and despair.
Then, a few of them noticed that particular datum... the drama. They realized it was significant. Indeed, it suggested a chilling possibility.
You still don't remember who and what you are? Then look at it from another angle.
What is the purpose of intellectual property law?
To foster creativity, ensuring that advances take place in the open, where they can be shared, and thus encourage even faster progress.