Is Being Stuck in Traffic what it Means to be Human?

On the eve of New Year’s Eve I was stricken low by a nasty cold, the kind with which you retreat under a blanket with a heavy dose of Dayquil and a few hours of TV.  I decided to binge the recent SyFy miniseries Childhood’s End, based on the Arthur C. Clarke novel of the same name.  Something weird popped up in the third act that I thought was worth mentioning. (Spoilers to follow).