Okay, bear with me. Let's assume that the human race has developed
interstellar travel. A light, jump-ship travels to a far-off planet.
Where a backward and technology crazy race is struggling to overcome
the usual scourges of global management: Overheating, global apathy,
one hundred percent corruption, near total narcotic dependence, rabid
religious fervour (typical of rats on sinking ships) and rapidly
reducing resources.

Unless they can get their global act together soon this latest lot
will go down the plughole like those on so many other battle-scarred
planets. With no more than very limited interest in the few remaining
artefacts, as auction trash on iBay, it hardly seems worth a visit.
Not even by his fully organic, one-man, Apollo 2097i class vessel.

Captain Neil Armstrong 29th Jnr. still suffering from the mild effects
of jump-space lag, struggles to decide what he can do to help this
newly discovered species. After several hours of deep thought he
shares his idea with the ship's log:

The best possible way to communicate with this desperately struggling
race is to make pretty patterns on the fields of a completely
insignificant, severely overcrowded, traffic gridlocked, despot-run
island. One, whose only remaining pretensions to importance, is some
earlier notoriety as vicious, global, slave traders and a remarkably
decrepit monarchy...........

Nope. It's still not working for me. :-)