It’s the biggest library in the universe, the biggest that has ever existed anywhere, and it takes up a whole planet; millions of rooms filled with endless shelves, and books beyond counting. They’re the real thing, tangible volumes with paper pages, all collected together, sorted by year of publication and then by subject.
It’s a resource used by billions, and yet it’s unaccountably empty. Oh, there are books everywhere, but where are the readers? The place should be teeming with people, echoing to the sound of footsteps and rustling pages, but instead there’s only silence.
Something is very wrong here.