Pluto, once a disregarded planet, a maligned and demoted dwarf planetoid.
No longer was he held in awe as a full fledged member of the solar system. No longer allowed his rightful place amongst gods, driven down to the depths where mortals dare not tread, he waits.
A jealous revenge does he plot, upon the very earth which initially scorned him.
Collecting his thoughts, drawn from the nightmares of all humanity, does bring him solace.
A tap on his shoulder, came from Eris, a similarly scorned minor-planet. She had her fair share of experience with being looked over, and snubbed by the majority.
“I see your problem Pluto,” she said with a cacophony in her voice, ” but before you desire vengeance, you might consider a more productive approach?”
Pluto grumbled, but visibly relaxed.
Eris wore a twisted expression upon her lips, only slightly resembling her intended mischievous grin.
“Play a practical joke on them! They may revel in the pareidolia their simple minds eye will see!”
“Many will attempt to rationalize what they see,” Eris continued, ” but if even a few see the illusion you weave, you will regain some respect in the eyes of your faithful.”
Pluto considered this deeply.
“What would you suggest?”
“You see their collective nightmares and imaginings. Reflect that image back to them, and route it through Mercury, so he might deposit the insanity in their computers.”
“That just might work. I think I know the right illusion to weave…”
“Oh?” Eris inquired.
“Yes,” said Pluto, matter of factly, ” for its avatar is The Lurker at the Threshold, and it is the Eater of Souls, and it’s name is Yog-Sothoth.”
Eris cooed in an impressed and high pitched wail, which took on the quality of cosmic chainsaws tearing apart an asteroid.
“Ooooh! That’s so good! But one more thing…”
“Yes Eris, what?”
“Would you do that later in your orbit? Right now you’re in the way, but later on I’ll be able to watch. I don’t want to miss this!”
Pluto agreed, and waited a few orbits, to design the frightening visage humanity would eventually succumb to. While Eris looked on, waiting to crack up like a giggle box.
This was a short tale which floated through my head today after reading an article in which “the programming of neural nets” Google has been exploring, “have resulted in sudden advances in voice recognition and image classification.”
The results look quite Lovecraftian, creating the opportunity in my mind of a mythological crossover with the Greek and Roman pantheons.
You can read the article and see the disturbing, yet magickal image of Pluto here, at Nerdalicious.