Long ago, in an ancient body of water known as Convention Lake, a hero was born out of the depths. He would later be known as the Enumerator, and he would use his powers to help keep his nation steady. 

One day, the Enumerator's countrymen came to him deeply concerned. Their land was full of inconsistencies. People from all over the country were using different money, different weighing systems, and different ways of measuring distance. It was confusing!

Help us, Enumerator!

The Enumerator had a plan:  using his speed, he dashed and gathered up all of the different money, rulers, and weights in the town. He put them in a pile and used his powers of matter manipulation to make them all the same thing! The Enumerator had used his power to set standards of money, weights, and measures.

Ha, no more confusion!

All of the townspeople and countrymen rejoiced. No longer would anyone be confused as to how much their purchases weighed, how to convert their money to the merchant's money, or how to convert distances on their maps. The economy was saved!

Soon after the Enumerator set these standards, an evil man tried to take advantage of it by making his own counterfeit money! His money even looked like the real thing, but he was caught due to his design's lack of special ink that turns a different color in the light. 

Heh heh...

The officer brought the man to the Enumerator, as he was unaware of what the man's punishment should be. The Enumerator had to consider the severity of the man's crime, especially since he had just made up the standards system. Realizing that he did have the power to set counterfeiters' punishments, he instructed the officer to take him to prison for 15 years. The officer asked if the Enumerator wanted to punish the man himself, but the enumerator explained that he could only set the punishment, not carry it out.

With better regulated commerce and opportunity everywhere, people were innovating to achieve their dreams of being rich. One day, a boy had grown tired of reading standard clocks and invented a new one that actually showed the time numerically. He was sure that he could start his own business selling them and be rich!

Eureka!

However, just as the boy was about to take his products into town to sell, a dishonest swindler stopped him. "Nice invention, need help selling them?" said the swindler. The boy replied that he could do it himself, which angered the swindler. "Fine," he said, "I'll just make them and act like it was my idea!" Then the swindler reached to grab one so that he could reverse engineer a clock as his own. The boy cried out for help.

Enumerator, protect my clocks!

Just in time, the Enumerator swooped in and put a patent shield on the boy's products. The swindler was unable to grab them, and he quickly ran away. The patent shield worked like a magic charm; only those who had invented the product could sell or make more of it for 20 years. For artists, it was called a copyright and lasted the lifetime of the creator plus 70 years to help the families of the artist. In this way, the Enumerator was the protector of people's innovative and creative rights.