[ WP ] Aliens have known of our existance for a long time , but have n't contacted us . Why ? They are scared . Scared ... of us .

Earth date: July 25th, 1969 
 
 A few light-years away a planet, unknown to mankind, crawls with intelligent, millenia-old life. They have been watching Earth ever since the creation of their solar system, when the planet was picked for prime testing, announced as a test-subject-planetoid, and protected in ways similar to earthlings nature reserves. Above the atmosphere of this earth one of the moons surrounding the Alien Planet houses an array of telescopes. These telescopes are owned and controlled by the Aliens who are running the research. 
 
 Sitting at a desk and computer ( they were n't really computers, but your mind could n't comprehend what they really were, they were similar enough to computers in functionality, so we'll call them that ), was a small alien, monitoring the telescopes. The facility has been on high alert since Earth launched a manned rocket into space a few days ago; since then the Alien's have somewhat calmed: there's no way the earthlings can make it back to their planet as well as leave it. Not a hope in hell. 
 
 But as the alien watches his computer screen ( again, not really a screen, more like a neural interface - but let's not get into it ) he sees what his superiors are assured can never happen. The earthlings have left their satellite-neighbour ( Codename: The Moon ) and returned to earth. He grabs a phone ( Which is about as similar to any phone you and I know, as a vocal box is to a satellite relay station ) and summons his superiors. 
 
 The General is a man of few words and calm inclination. He has never quite understood the purpose of Humanity, or their constant spying on it, but his subordinates and, most desperately, The Professor, tell him that Earth is vital to their future. 
 
 `` Why?'' the General asks the Professor.'Why are they so important? And how have they done the impossible? You promised me it would be centuries *at a minimum* before they got manned rockets off that planet.'' He shoves a finger ( which is n't really a finger, more like... look, you get the idea ) into the Professors chest. 
 
 `` As you know, General, the humans are vital to our future.'' 
 
 `` Yes. I do. I know all about them. Now why have n't we attacked them, and why are they still alive, and *why* are they so damn important. Your family made those humans, they forged that entire solar system just for them, and I want to know why.'' 
 
 `` I've told you why.'' 
 
 `` No, you've given me excuses.'' 
 
 The Professor looks into a monitor where he sees the green and blue planet rotating, so unlike his purple one. 
 
 `` Yes, my family made the humans. And before that we made the dinosaurs, and before that we made the Argarakens.'' 
 
 `` What good were the Argarakens? Humans only just discovered dinosaurs, they left their planet before they discovered the Argarakens.'' 
 
 `` They will find them. Do n't worry. They're just buried deep. I had planned on them finding a way to harness the molten energy of their core - cooling the planet and therefore finding the Argarakens within... another thousand or two years, at this rate it wo n't take them two hundred years. I digress.'' 
 
 `` The moon, Professor. Why have the humans evolved so much quicker than anticipated.'' 
 
 `` Because we made them too well. Too smart, they evolve too fast. General, our species has survived for billions of years you and I are close to 10 million years old, but for all of that advancement it took us 14 billion years to get here. 10 billion of those spent cracking interstellar travel. The humans are leaving their planet within 1 million years.'' 
 
 `` How?'' 
 
 The Professor shrugged ( or he would have, if he had shoulders ). `` We made them to do just that. We made them too smart, and too wise and to evolve too fast.'' 
 
 `` Then why have n't we destroyed them? Do they pose a threat?'' 
 
 The Professor glanced once more at the Alien planet, the one that had so undermined his facts and figures, everything he had known about them. `` Not to us, not yet. At this rate they still wo n't discover our system for another few hundred years, and even then, even at this astonishing speed, they wo n't be able to make it to us for another thousand ( I think ). They'll need to tap their Sun, and that might take them a while.'' 
 
 `` And then what?'' asked the General, almost desperate. 
 
 The professor frowned. `` They will come for us, I expect with peace but who knows with them.'' 
 
 `` Could we fight them?'' 
 
 `` Yes. But I expect we would lose.'' 
 
 `` Lose? How? They... They're still using metal bullets and guns, they have n't harnessed plasma.'' 
 
 `` I told you,'' the Professor glanced at him, `` they have n't harnessed their sun, but they will, and soon. Then they really *will* pose a threat.'' 
 
 `` And what about now? If we were to go down their.'' 
 
 `` I fear that would be the most cataclysmic of all.'' 
 
 `` And why is that?'' 
 
 The Professor rubbed his eyes and sighed, `` the way the planet was synthesised made it favour certain materials. They've had long enough now to harness uranium and plutonium, what we call [ your mouth could n't form this word, and it would likely give you an aneurysm just to hear it ]. If they used that on us, we could lose.'' 
 
 `` And that's the worst that would happen?'' 
 
 `` No. Not by a long shot. It would be those ships.'' The Professor pointed out of a window into space where a docking station attached to a space elevator reaching down down down to the planet's surface. Floating around it a dozen ships of sizes from single-manned-pods to war-machines to gargantuan colony ships wafted about, coming and going. 
 
 `` The ships?'' 
 
 `` If the humans were to find a way to crack interplanetary, and then interstellar travel, if the rate they evolved at is anything to go by, they would conquer the galaxy in a few thousand years. And they would n't stop there.'' 
 
 `` Could they do it?'' 
 
 `` If we went down there,'' he pointed at the monitor, `` and we lost - which there's a good chance we could - they would have access to our ships and technology. I do not fear them for their fast evolution, their almost unbelievable adaptibility. I fear them because perhaps they deserve to conquer everything, because I think that if they had the ability to they would, and who would deserve to stop them.'' 
 
 `` What you're saying is that we ca n't risk letting them get their hands on our ship.'' 
 
 `` I recommend, General, that we refrain from contacting Earth for millenia, we wait and watch and observe, and if they show signs of heading our way, we'll do something about it. For now, let's leave them on their isolated island. I'm terrified of the alternative.'' 
 
 `` They're so powerful.'' 
 
 `` No. Ridiculously weak. Just... determined. And we ca n't fight that.''
