It will be. In a few million years, when someone in a distant civilisation is gently teasing apart the stratigraphy of the faint EM pulses the found emanating from near an insignificant yellow sun and find a brief sequence of repetitious digital pulses seem to encode language from a tiny faction of a once great species. As Gla'ar Hthrod sits back from his instruments that it uses to sift the electromagnetic equivalent of the Burgess shale, pushes back its spectacles with one tentacle and wipes its brow with the other two, it marvels at the wit, intelligence and reasonable discursive tone of this minuscule enclave embedded in a vast, insane civilisation that ended itself by the destruction of its own habitat; and it wonders. How could such contrasts co-exist? How could such introspection live alongside such short-sightedness? And what is this repeated glyph that is found in this particularly advanced nation that flourished just before the end? What does it mean: ⱨµℬℨ₭Ḭ ?