I do venture to speculate, at times, what things men will never come to know. Perhaps not what, but how we shall never know. This is what inhibits our understanding of things beyond our own narrow scope; what we can become. I dread this lack of awareness may one day devastate my race. I fear not necessarily for my own personal safety, (as linear events typically work themselves out in a logical manner) but for the destruction of my records. (This destruction is inevitable, of course, due to the nature of the Irken Empire.)
To this, I must devise a manner in which to preserve my methodology; I can no longer rely on only myself. My concern is not only for the Earth.
Empires rise and fall. Great kings always return to the stars as dust; many have attempted, and failed, to prevent it. Ignorance factors into a vast majority of failures on Earth. I can only imagine how many millions of worlds have suffered the same wretched consequence.
Mankind's steady, dim glow averaged out the erratic, fiery flame of one child. The world wasn't ready for Dib. But it will be.
(Once Zim's people arrive, it will be.)