Humanity was desperate for something that made them stand out amongst the Galactic Community. It wasn't unusual, most races went through it, the desperate need to be the most special and unique in some way.
But try as we might, we couldn't find one. There was always another race stronger, faster, better at art, music, sex, everything. And we were also too much of an outlier to try and claim default status, not that we didn't try hard.
But in the end, we did find one way we were the best.
'Disease incubation' wasn't good for tourism.
But for weapons...
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