A long time ago, when the redshift wasn't so great and the first stars hadn't yet exploded, in the galaxy 5432NCR, just off a triple black hole system, at the tip of a fiery arm crammed with stars like an inexperienced boy with scruples, there was a planet whose inhabitants called themselves the Boblins.
Their king was called Boblin the Question Mark, because he possessed a unique ability to ask curious and probing questions. The Boblins were quite intelligent, some more than others, but whatever the case, they were too often and too easily deceived by con artists from other galaxies, fortune tellers, fortune tellers, females, priests, politicians, their own culture, full of outdated truths, half-truths, and untruths, and their own limited senses.
Wanting to improve the planet's education, Boblin the Question Mark came up with the idea of asking the Boblins questions. He asked them and, understandably, expected correct answers. The questions ranged from simple to seemingly naive. From extremely difficult to seemingly childish. He asked why the Boblins have three pairs of eyes? Why is stone hard? What's inside the Black Hole? Why does Coblin's aunt Memblin always get cakey? Why are there so many people in the crowd? What does Tublin have under the sink? The Boblins loved the king's riddles, and since their bodies were composed primarily of hydrogen, they usually found it easy to answer them this way.
Being a wise and therefore far-sighted king, Boblin foresaw that not all his subjects would be able to answer all the questions immediately. So he escalated the difficulty and continued the questioning with questions. First, he asked them about their uncles, brothers, wives, and children, and when the questions seemed to yield nothing interesting, the king, smiling mysteriously and casually, would ask why such and such an uncle was reading such and such. If he's reading, why is he scratching his head and what's his wife doing while he's reading? Or why so-and-so eats medrelle three times a day and complains that his wife doesn't sleep in the same room with him?
He asked others why the bed is covered. When it turned out none of the Boblins knew the answer, the king would ask a supplementary question: why is there a scar on the bed? When they didn't know the answer to that either, the king would ask why a light coat is better in summer and a dark coat in winter? The answers varied. Sometimes the king would get impatient and then order them to learn theory, and he would keep asking questions, pestering them, lashing them with his six-eyed gaze, until such and such a one found the correct answer.
Someone might ask: why did the Boblins even bother to answer? To that person, I'll say that the reader should have been more attentive. Firstly, because they liked it; secondly, because the king, being a wise and far-sighted king, foresaw the need to encourage the Boblins with Chewmark. So, whoever answered the questions correctly had the right not to wash the pots and pans after the tar-burning stove for two full rotations of the triple system of the aforementioned Black Holes. And it's important to know that these rotations lasted for about three Sundays, or even three prayers. Why? Well, because the Black Holes messed with time on the Boblins' planet so much that this time it flowed so slowly that you could see photons escaping a light bulb, or so fast that before he knew it, Boblin had a wife, two children, and a pension under his belt. This didn't bother the Boblins. It was a matter of course for them. For you, dear reader, are bothered by the increase in mass at near-light speeds, higher-jumping fleas at high tides, and rapid oxidation? Rapid oxidation might indeed be a hindrance, but the rest probably wasn't.
In these small steps, the Boblinis gradually expanded their knowledge. They even began to drive away the prophesy-makers, telling them that nothing could be predicted with complete accuracy. And when they still resisted, claiming that they had predicted many prophecies, the Boblinis replied that when the scythe is full, even a pelecanus can fall into a small hole, even a goat's right hind limb might dig it out. The prophesy-makers became ashamed and flew off to find more naive planets.
Boblini ordered the politicians to take social studies exams. Then they were given one hundred and twenty years to develop a suitable planetary-political system. In doing so, they were to work on a program that could simulate three million states in forty planets in any system. When, after all this time, it turned out that the politicians hadn't come up with anything satisfactory, they were told that if science could develop, and politicians were as they were a hundred and twenty years ago, they still are today, they didn't want them here and ordered them to abandon the planet to these shoots.
They told the priests to go to hell because they didn't know where the other one was. And if they didn't know, let them look. When they found it, let them know.
They armed their senses with lenses and knowledge, explored and developed culture. Only the females, like the Boblins, deceived them, still deceive them.
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