Let's assume for a moment that there's a race full of moral, ethically-driven people living on that blue marble. And furthermore, let's assume that there's a reason for them to help us. Now, just to add a bit of luck to the equation, let's imagine a universe where there's no such thing as the Inter-Galactic Race Wars.
Well, tomorrow we can only hope for these cards to be in our lap, because that's when we're meeting him. He's the one contact willing to represent the billions of people, and millions of varieties of them, without batting a lash. He will not be threatened by our demands, and we cannot back down from them.
We will demand reparations for the blindness embedded into their culture, their willful ignorance to us, sitting on the mere outskirts of 'their' solar system-- our home.
They litter the planets we share with rockets, drones, wandering trash, awakening multiple atmospheres with their filth.
So tomorrow we're going to wake some people up, during that meeting, when our shiny, clean rep is speaking to theirs, we'll be taking to the planet.
It'll be a bit difficult to ignore us when they're staring at us face-to-face. Imagine you've finally discovered what you've been theorizing for years, only they've known about you for so many generations, that our children come bearing scowls.
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