Because...damned if I know.
You probably won't get it unless you play.
The Gods of the Unknown Numbers (with apologies to Rudyard Kipling)
As I pass through my incarnations in every expansion and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of EFT and Space.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Unknown Numbers, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in Ibis when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That EM would certainly shock us, as Thermal would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision, and Certainity of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Goons while we followed the Equilibrium of Mankind.
We moved as the Oveur listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of EFT and Space,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a corp had been wiped off its icefield, or the game had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our Cluster is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Dyspro; they denied she was even in Dutch;
They denied that Titans weren’t Epeens; they denied that a Crow had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of EFT and Space Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Red Moon measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the bugs of the drones would cease.
But when we disarmed They betrayed us and delivered us droneless to our foe,
And the Gods of the Unknown Numbers said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Revelation Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by ganking our neighbour and ended by ganking our wife)
Till our bears built no more ships and the men lost courage and faith,
And the Gods of the Unknown Numbers said: "The Wages of Blobbing is Death."
In the Trinity Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Carebear to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of ISK, there was nothing our ISK could buy,
And the Gods of the Unknown Numbers said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of EFT and Space tumbled, and their spreadsheet wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Unknown Numbers limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Gaming Progress began.
That the Miner returns to his Vomit and the Camper returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new expansion begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as EM will shock us, as surely as Thermal will burn,
The Gods of the Unknown Numbers with terror and slaughter return!
