Maybe Sol never existed.
After all, the name Sol is most often applied to our star, the one we call the sun, giver of life to plants and thus to all things and subject of worship among many peoples. Perhaps some genial, unsuspecting person allowed his picture to be taken for a use that was never disclosed to him. For all we know, those instigators of said photography created a site for gullible would-be writers, luring them in by calling them 'the next big writers' and declaring the existence of writing 'contests.' Posting a picture on the masthead of such a site, they gathered in all their victims' personal information, including financial and location. They encouraged 'members' to write a profile, disclosing more about themselves, their hopes and dreams.
And now that these masterminds have motivated us all to come together for discussion, and we're recruiting friends and family members to join our cause, the real agenda is set to emerge.
Will we be the subject of some malevolent experiment? Is the fictional 'Sol' our Dr. Moreau? On waking one morning, will we find ourselves with extra limbs or a lot more hair than we had before? Is it conceivable that we will have lost the powers of language? Consider yourself in the future, your thoughts unexpressed, with ungainly digits that refuse to keyboard, and a tongue without the power of speech!
Or could it be worse? Let your imagination run wild, for in no other way will we be prepared to combat the machinations of the devastation that is Sol.
Yes, my friends--we have walked, willingly and with eyes wide open, into a trap the likes of which have not been seen for almost a century. Let this be a warning to you. Do not trust Sol, or anyone, to solve your problems and provide for your needs. If you want a contest, get off your you-know-what and make it so!