From a planet far, far away from our own, foreign intelligences watched. They did not probe, they did not plot, they only watched. Or, rather, one of them watched, for the rest had grown bored with earth and its endless exercises in futility. That one that watched saw that the earth’s billions were always being led by the few, always dancing to the tune of whomever held the loudest or most clever instrument. That watching intelligence began to wonder how might the earthlings dance for someone who could really play…