Chimpanzees have the ability to hunt in packs, fashion spears, and communicate over long distances. Suppose over the course of a week they master fire, and a month after that, the ability to make dugout canoes. Ten years later, having mastered the basics of celestial navigation, they set about the ocean in trimarans with dozens of rowers each.

Meanwhile a technician manning the radar console on a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier registers a tiny blip. Distracted at the prospect of finally getting some fucking sleep after being awake for 97 hours, he really couldn't care less about some fucking monkeys on a canoe, and so neglects to enter the blip in the logbook.