They brought rope.
It's because only the youth, being yet wild, are aware that we grown-up monkeys have fucked things up bigtime.
Does it surprise you? Remember how mean they were? Remember your threatening songs? Remember how they did not respect you? Made you cry? Are you that tame? Whatever happened to your wild spirit? There is no reason that there needs to be so much pain in training, pain in living in one of the endless system of flimsy boxes.
Should we make the choice to create a false idol that speaks to us in a voice we can understand?
It's all set in the future, so the fantasy doesn't have to get snuffed yet. Stories burn easy when they are created in an empty space. Energy cycles.
Does it surprise you?