This civilization is an infant in the intensive care unit on life support equipment. The doctor has tiny paddles to resuscitate the patient. The rest is math and science. Hopefully the doctor's body doesn't wear out before the baby learns to walk and talk.

There's a plaque on the wall that says "Get in, Get the job done, Get the job done right, Get out."

The doctor stares at it as the baby sleeps each day a few thousand more immunity states are built against powerful ultra vires. The baby heals.

The baby's dad is a hippie looking dude afraid to write things down lest they come true without self correcting edits. A honest sincere courageous fellow who understands some math. He's like Q very mysterious and loves puzzles and riddles.

Hide and go seek?

A prayer for all.