Son of Reason: Atlas

Atlas held up the sky, a boring, painful task, and no one ever came up to speak to him. That is, until one sunny April day a young human came up to him.

"Atlas," said the human in perfect Greek, "Drop the sky please."

Uncertain of the human's intentions, Atlas inquired, "Why, little mortal, should I drop the sky? It would be a catastrophe!"

"Precisely, I no longer want this world to exist," the human replied.

"Why? Certainly you have lived in pampered conditions all your life, training, eating fine food, and almost never being in real danger?" Atlas had finally come to the conclusion that the mortal was really a Camp Half-Blood demigod. "I wonder, why truly do they wish this," Atlas thought to himself.

The demigod responded, "Yes, but I feel like there is no point in continuing the feeble existence of Man. We bicker over the smallest things, we kill each other, Hades, who ever thought up war? Did one caveman throw a javelin at a mammoth, miss and hit a rival, later realizing he could use this to his advantage? If he hadn't missed would we go on mammoth hunts to solve the world's problems? We think ourselves equal, then deny it, even though, aren't we truly? We all live on a hunk of rock orbiting a ball of blazing plasma orbiting a giant rip in space that sucks everything near it into Oblivion. I'm just tired of it all, just drop the sky, please, and nothing will matter any more."

Atlas considered this for a moment, and wondered why the demigod had chosen such a beautiful day to end the world, if it was to be ended, which Atlas conflicted about. He announced to the demigod, "Come here overmorrow and by then I shall currently be able to make a decision."