After recent failures, our space program stopped and began a much needed soul searching. We were losing Kerbalnauts; our research was stagnated; the people had lost their faith in the brave new Kerbin. It was by all accounts or darkest hour. For 24 hours we built no new rockets, we launched no new missions.
We failed. Not from a lack of effort, even walking to the nearest bat and writing on a cocktail napkin is effort. Not from a lack of courage, albeit liquid courage from said bar. Not from a lack of public spending, at said public bar. No, it was a lack of a soul that was the root of failure in our tree of woe.
There was no soul beneath the couch cushions. 17 socks found in the space-time wash, but no soul. We yelled ‘Marco’, but no souls replied ‘Polo’. We were as soulless as the demon eyes of the fast food mascot.
With our deficiency finally measured, quantitatively described, algebraicly proven, we had a solution. We fired up some James Brown. We strapped on more rockets. We added an antenna.
In our fear we were less than Kerbals. Now we were a bit more. We were too hot, too hot in the spaceship. Yeow!
Suck it astrophysics.