Star-Begotten by H.G. Wells

'I wish, Keppel,' said Dr. Holdman Stedding, after a reflective pause, 'I wish you would say something about the world these starry folk of yours--of ours--are likely to make here. In my way, as you know, I'm an amateur of Utopias and Future Worlds--and, God, how unpleasant they are! They come tumbling into my collection now, a score or so every year. I sometimes wish I hadn't begun it. But if these star-men of yours do gradually spread a network of sanity about the world and stop what you call the Common Fool--Demos, Homo pseudo-sapiens--from ravening, grabbing, and destroying--just by barring his way, refusing to implement his silly impulses, and telling him plainly not to, then--can we, even in general terms, imagine the sort of world they are likely to make of it? What would a world of human beings that had, as Davis has put it, gone sane be like?'

'Let us admit,' said Keppel, 'that this is attempting the most impossible of tasks. The hypothesis is that these coming supermen are strong-witted, better-balanced, and altogether wiser than we are. How can we begin to put our imaginations into their minds and figure out what they will think or do? If our intelligences were as tall as theirs, we should be making their world now.'