The last of the free people who did not turn to modern ways still secluded in the jungles of the world to have never seeing any modern man creations led them to worship the unknown not knowing what a simple thing to you and me would be an airplane a military plane dropping off access cargo in the so called wastelands where there was alternative people living became a cult to this foreign things that dropped from the sky could it be the same for us the unknown could you realize something else could you give up the ego of being a higher supreme and knowing we could become the naive native in this galactic jungle could we realize the fact that we couldn't be alone just by the mere numbers the odds of something like mankind evolving simultaneously easy very easy to believe