reminded me of Edwin Abbott's Flatland.

So ok, let's assume we are just biological programs....like we ourselves perhaps one day will send genetically modify bacteria to Mars for terraforming... it begs the question what are we here for? :)

What bigger picture can we still not register.

Are we unknowingly simply actors in an intergalactic entertainment program? A sort of Adam & Eve re-run, a living history book on evolution? Or are we perhaps just like whippets on a race track whose sole purpose in life, totally beyond their grip of consciousness, is being bet on?