It’s a good, old-fashioned SF trope: what if the aliens we contact are so far in advance that they don’t see us as equals. But the trope stretches farther, and farther back than that: Voltaire’s story Micromegas, published in 1752, shows aliens that consider Earth unpopulated because nothing so small as humans could bear intelligence. Upon interacting with us, they change their opinion: we’re idiots.
This is my own, small, visual contribution to that trope.
“One small step for a Vilognian…”