The thing about the evolution argument is, it is so over. The whole theory has been endlessly fought over, dissected, subjected to so many tests. Honestly, there's been oodles and oodles of them. Half the surplus wealth of Georgia and Alabama has been channelled into nutjob Foundations hunting through the mass of confirmatory data for any single exception which would refute it, without success. The people who still don't get it remind you more than anything of those anachronistic Japanese soldiers holed up on remote islands years after the end of the war, still refusing to believe it was over.

Except.. what if it turned out there were more of them out there than anyone had thought possible. Imagine if one old samurai staggered out of the hills on Saipan, then two more on Guam, a platoon in the Philippines, a division in the wilds of Burma. Suppose they started talking to each other on their crackly old valve radios, making plans. At a certain point, the war would stop being over.

With mounting incredulity, we'd show them film of the surrender, to no avail. Radio broadcasts from Tokyo would be shrugged off as enemy propaganda, made to undermine their faith in their cause. All evidence would be dismissed, and our hopeful gifts of Hello Kitty merchandise would just enrage them.

Finally, unbelieving, we'd have to put on our helmets and get in the landing craft. Still plaintively appealing to the world's common sense, we would hit the beaches and dive for cover under the palm trees. "But the war's over", we'd plead, not wanting to face the terrible truth, that all the evidence in the world isn't enough to end a war. Wars only end when everyone is smart enough to notice.