Humanity as an eldricht horror

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Basically, how could Humanity as a whole be written as a being of great eldricht power? Not individual humans, not some hypothetical transhumanity, bog standard everyday humanity taken as a whole.

One possible route would be from the perspective of fantasy beings who can only 'exist' in a meaningful sense as long as humanity fins their existence in some way amusing, or so long as humanity doesn't cease seeing a need for them in their worldview.
 
Basically, how could Humanity as a whole be written as a being of great eldricht power? Not individual humans, not some hypothetical transhumanity, bog standard everyday humanity taken as a whole.

One possible route would be from the perspective of fantasy beings who can only 'exist' in a meaningful sense as long as humanity fins their existence in some way amusing, or so long as humanity doesn't cease seeing a need for them in their worldview.

How about to animals. We've literally reshaped the land according to our whim.
 
Well, if you want to talk poison, humans also drink the toxic byproducts of fermentation for fun, in addition to using it as a disinfectant.
 
Great point, and it gets better since we've also used alcohol as a rocket fuel.

Humans drink rocket fuel to relax.
The fact that we drink something that's flammable is pretty noteworthy in its own right. But alcohol is used more often as a disinfectant than an incendiary, and the fact that we drink something that we use to kill microbial life because it's so poisonous is pretty telling, I think. :D
 
The fact that we drink something that's flammable is pretty noteworthy in its own right. But alcohol is used more often as a disinfectant than an incendiary, and the fact that we drink something that we use to kill microbial life because it's so poisonous is pretty telling, I think. :D
"You eat meat that's been saturated with smoke and salt specifically to render the meat inedible."

"Yes but it's fine because we wash it down with these delicious rocket-fuel disinfectants."
 
Developed this Idea from an HFY idea on one of SB's HFY threads:

The Universe is split into two distinct realms; that of matter and structure and one of thought and fluidity. All non-human sapient life exists in the latter, finding the Materium (or Stillness, as its more commonly known) to be nothing but an unchanging wasteland, an impossible region where none can survive for more than a few minutes before being utterly obliterated, unless they embrace at least a small portion of the rigidity and become one of three things;
  • An immaterial fragment of madness spread amongst the inhabitants for their amusement.
  • An immaterial thought-pattern that winds up aiding the advance of these creatures.
  • A pseudo being/item/object/(series of) act(s) that fascinates/scares those that torment your compatriots.

But Humans? We are creatures of Blood, Bone and Flesh, existing almost solely in said place. Our dreams aren't the result of our minds muddling up what we experienced during our waking life into nonsensical visions, but said minds imparting a portion of our home-realm's logic onto the Dreamlands. To the natives, we're an entire race of mad, alien God-Monster-Beasts, endlessly forcing them into unnatural configurations and acting out insane pantomimes for our apparent 'amusement' on mere whim and fancy.
 
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I recall one of Hiver's first short fanfics The Ancient in which humanity are the long-departed precursor race and the present inhabitants are the evolved descendants of animals. One "eldritch horror" moment was when a character whose distant ancestors were dogs suffered a sort of mental crash when seeing the human form. Basically his mind just locked up and he couldn't do or think anything.
 
Hell taking anatomy/physiology in college opened my eyes on the subject.

Human skin is pretty much layers of horn matter ( it's the same stuff as a rhinos horn or our nails, just packed differently.)

Aside that, said skin is actually acidic. It's one of our first response to fighting potential infection by skin contact. ( Either acid mantle kills or the said protector cells eat stuff.)

Seriously depending on the life form we are the stuff of nightmares, not even the stated fact we drink/eat poison for the Hell of it.

edit: Also dome excrine glands have n skin generate anti bacterial fluid so yeah. The only real way you get a skin thing is bad pores or infection in a wound, a bad wound.

The super serious diseases that kill are internal, absorb something bad, born with bad condition or your body just breaking down.

Humans are the freak men terminator biology wise until 50+ in age.
 
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Another way to do it is to assume that the other intelligent species are like the "Slow Ones" of the Draco Tavern stories. Species that rely on a non-oxygen using metabolism, and as such live far, far more slowly than our kind of life does. From the viewpoint of such a species we are invisible, moving and acting too fast to directly perceive. Creating buildings and other engineering works that appear in moments, then constantly change or decay and fall to pieces in the time it takes to cross a street.
 
I suppose an interesting way to explore such an idea is to take a look at an ecologist working in the field to study into a sort of Slenderman style stalking horror.

When you look at it without proper context an Ecologist's job is to basically be a sort of super stalker. Follow and study this life form to figure out everything about them. From how they live and their role in the ecosystem to even how they court lovers or have sex. Hell researchers in the field will even frequently know exact and specific animals they studied for their whole lives and get attached to them (like Titus the Gorilla King who was studied for his entire life in the wild).

Now apply that to an alien sapient species. The idea of an unknown and strange being who seems to know more about yourself then you do and he has been there for your whole life. Seen you take your first steps, was there when your father had perished in battle or very well may have died at the hands of the stalker's own species (poaching), and was even there for the birth of your children. Ever present but keeping themselves hidden or just out of sight.

You tried to confront him before to find out who or even what he was but he always alluded you, seeming to catch on that you where annoyed with him. While at first you feared or even hated him eventually he merely became a fact of life.


Fast forwards a few decades as you lay dying. While a predator's attempt to kill one of your clan had failed, it still inflicted deep and painful wounds across your body. Lethal ones at that. Your family have left you as a lost cause, they can't heal you and must get moving soon. You are alone.

Except for him. Your ever present shadow did not depart to follow your clan but remained in his little hiding spot observing you. For once he seems to be getting somewhat bold and started to make his way towards you slowly, almost certainly because he can tell your time is up. Was he death finally coming to collect his do? At this point however your to far gone to really care, simply just not wanting to die alone in your finally few moments.


He kneels down next to you and shockingly seemed to be sad, ever tears dripping down his face.

"Damn it. Knew it could happen but I never really gave it much thought. But you lead a good life didn't you old girl?"

Was he talking about you? You didn't understand any of the noises he was making but they where aimed towards you.

"Wounds look like their from a Leaf Stridder based on size, must have gone for one of the hatchlings but Xel attacked and drove it off. Seems like it nicked several veins in the attack."

His voice was becoming harder to make out. Was it your time?

"Pod must have been forced to move on, Xel's first born was still around. She might have taken over her mother's role"

Your eyes felt heavy

"Her breathing is getting weaker... Well goodbye Xel. You lead a life that your kind would kill for. Enjoy wh-"

You could no longer hear him as for a final time your eyes closed.



Not quite a mind shattering horror like Lovecraft but it does work to show an Ecologist as an eldritch being, an ever present watcher in a sense.
 
It is Lovecraftian to whatever the Hell Xel was. Which makes this thread awesome. Hell we even got to the point we can make plausible robot animals controlled to study wild life.

We humans are scary fuckers indeed.
 
It is Lovecraftian to whatever the Hell Xel was

Idea was that Xel was basically the alien equivalent to say Homo Habilis. Sapient, tool using, and self aware enough to question and ponder the world around her. She was able to note that the Ecologist was not a natural part of her world and environment, that he acts abnormally and was despite having such a keen interest in her not try to hunt her. But not advanced enough to get the idea that he was studying her and her species or why he would do so.

Hell we even got to the point we can make plausible robot animals controlled to study wild life.

I seen those videos but it's how the Chimpanzees reacted to the Robotic Bush Baby that gave me the idea


The Chimpanzees in the video are smart enough to know how a Bush Baby will typically react to them and note how abnormal the Spy one was acting and react to that (fleeing from it). In this case Xel's smarter then a Chimpanzee so she kind of understands that someone always watching and following her is abnormal but doesn't know his intentions.
 
Alright so here's another idea. Mainly based on the ownership of exotic animals and the sort of role in life that a smaller humanoid race like a Fairy would have.

A creature like a fairy would not exactly be "king of the hill" in regards to the Natural World for the same reason we can't exactly take on a mountain in a fist fight. Small, frail, yet nimble and just as smart as us they carve a place for themselves and learn what to be careful around or to avoid. To never stray near a pound during the rain for the fish will leap from it to try and catch them, to always remain vigilante in flight less they run into a Spider's web or plucked out of the air by small Owls and Bats, and to always remain hidden around their Titanic relatives who use their great size and strength to carve a place in their world.

But for the teenagers and children of the clans that made a nearby forest and meadow their home a rumor circled among them of a place that housed dangerous threats and predators from all around the world, far deadlier then anything that dwells in these woods. Yet they could not attack you for what seemed to be walls of Ice, Wood, Metal, and Twine kept them contained in small little 'snapshots' of their natural homes. It was a 'Fairy Zoo' the rumors would say much like the very same concept that the Humans would enjoy, free for you to come and see these creatures from around the world.

Now of course very rarely would fairies leave the lands they where born to, often doing little more then simply going to a new section of their forest or possible a near by area, so the idea of the Zoo was oh so tempting to say the least. For while the creatures on display where said to eat fairies they chance of seeing a look at what the world outside the forest was a temptation that few could resist.

Those who did go saw breath taking sights

A frog that dwarfed the toads and frogs that they hide from in the river, his body a dull green and yellow. Seeming content to laying about despite his sheer size. But they could not help but notice how he watched them with a hungry look in it's beady eyes. Where it not for the strange wall of Ice separating them it would happily have made them it's next meal. Alongside it where several other frogs of wonderful colors but far more viracious then those of the ponds or even their king.


A creature large enough that a village could start on it's back and dwelled far deeper in water then any fairy would dare risk diving to. It's maw being less teeth and more so an outright sheering blade, strong enough to cripple even one of the titanic humans with a life long injury. It's hard shell protecting it from anything that could threaten such a beast. One would think it was the same little turtles that bathed in the sun around the forest lake yet this beast was far larger, more dangerous then them.

Yet contrasting the beast of the swamps was a gentle giant of the land. Where the beast was spiked and rough the giant was smooth and round with out the sharp beak and claws of it's brother. A deep black compared to the muddish brown and green and a preferment for plants rather then flesh.

These where but a few examples that awed the little fairies alongside numerous and strange lizards, snakes, and even a few rodents.

And it was all the work of a single human. Despite the awe of the zoo the Fairies still obeyed the old rule of avoiding humans and thus when the man who put this place together appeared they would hide and watch him. Feeding and taking care of this assortment of odd and dangerous beasts, some with the potential to wound or even kill him as easily as they could kill a Fairy. Eventually he even seemed to take note of them and would seem to even fix it up for them. Adding let resting posts for them to stand on, printing little cards in his tongue that described the animals and their lives, and every now and again he even adds a new species to his zoo.

Eventually he became known as the Zoo Keeper.





Marcus had to admit that he never thought he would have gotten this close to the elusive Fairies. They where quite an enigmatic and curious little species, sapient just like mankind yet having their own culture and beliefs that made them extremely alien brought about by their small size and relationship with the natural world. Seeming weary of humans by default and going out of their way to hide from them. Even the best fairy researchers in the world often comment that they often find themselves left with little more then ruins and abandoned homes to try and figure out the strange little humanoids.

Yet here he is with his collection of exotic pets having become an outright zoo to the little ones. He had prided himself on the work and effort he put into mimicking their natural homes turning each of their homes into a little snippet of the wild, while this was mostly just out of personal enjoyment it seemed that this trait might be what attracted them to his little collection. Although he could not help but wonder HOW they found out about his animals in the first place. Fairies hated to enter a human's home and pretty much the only animal that would be outside was when he had his Tortoises in their outside summer pens.

Still he loved the little situation. As a child he had always wanted to own his own Zoo and Aquarium but like many child hood dreams these hopes fell to the wayside as he went on to become a respected Zoologist. Now he had the zoo he always wanted and was working on his Aquariums. As the fairies still feared humans being around he taken to installing several cameras to observe his 'zoo' and upgraded from there.

He sorted his animals based on family, hung little pathways and chairs for them to rest, made sure that each cage was sealed (after all it'd be a pretty terrible zoo if you got ate in one).

Once everything was set up he'd retreat to his bedroom and observe the little fairies through the cameras he set up. His little Zoo for Fairies.
 
Humans evolved to live in groups of a few dozen people, maybe a few hundred at most. Our social instincts are flexible enough to allow us to live in cities and form nations of millions of people, but that's something of a lucky coincidence. It's easy to imagine an intelligent species that didn't have that sort of luck; a species where if you locked a few hundred unrelated male strangers in an airplane for a few hours you'd get a panic-fueled bloodbath, a species that could never live in large towns or create civilizations. For all we know, our own ancestors might have been like that a hundred thousand years ago; the Eemian interglacial had a nice climate, but for some reason humans didn't respond to it by inventing farming and creating civilizations. I've occasionally wondered if this might explain the Fermi Paradox; maybe the universe is full of intelligent beings who are individually as clever as us but who cannot live in towns, cannot create empires … and therefore could never build a moon rocket, let alone a starship. I've depicted beings like that in a couple of my stories, e.g. Bright Eyes.

Imagine what humans would look like to beings like that. I remember one sociobiologist saying something like humans are apes who started living like ants, take a step back, picture that from the perspective of an intelligent vaguely ape-like being that didn't, couldn't make that transition, and think about how weird and scary and mind-blowing it might look to them, and of course it would be a source of great power to civilized humans, power that beings constitutionally incapable of civilization could never acquire.

Some thoughts I had on what the species like that in Bright Eyes might think of us:

- A deep unease at the idea of human kings. What strange power do these people have, that thousands of strangers obey them, that someone who's never seen their face will do their bidding without even coming into their presence? I think it really would seem like witchcraft to them.

- They're smarter than us as and physically superior to us as individuals, and they know that, and they also know that our capacity for vastly greater cooperation is giving us dominion over the world; they have enough of a sense of history to know that we're steadily pushing them into marginal lands and so on, they know the essence of our power and they know that if they could somehow acquire it for themselves they'd outcompete us, but they also know they're just constitutionally incapable of copying the "killer app" that makes us so successful. I imagine the sense of frustration and tragedy this creates might loom large in their culture (especially like, the ones who live in the desert on the margins of the fertile zone of their world's not!Egypt, who have especially hard lives and can always look down from the barren arid desert into the beautiful inviting green land full of human peasants working their fields...).

- They're hominids, closely related to us biologically, and their reaction to human physical appearance and mannerisms is pretty much this comic about how wolves might see dogs.

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On a different note, you know all those philosophical arguments about whether an upload or a transporter clone is really you? I suspect an intelligent species for whom unconsciousness was naturally super-rare might have similar philosophical arguments about whether the person who wakes up from anesthesia is really you. Such a species might find human sleep cycles very conceptually disturbing. It wouldn't really qualify for the subject of this discussion, because it wouldn't give us any particular power, it would just make our existence as a species very disturbing and potentially distressing to them ("oh my god, they're born in the morning and die at night and then a new person with their memories wakes up in their body the next morning and starts the cycle again and this happens to them every day, thousands of times in the lifespan of their bodies!").
 
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On a different note, you know all those philosophical arguments about whether an upload or a transporter clone is really you? I suspect an intelligent species for whom unconsciousness was naturally super-rare might have similar philosophical arguments about whether the person who wakes up from anesthesia is really you. Such a species might find human sleep cycles very conceptually disturbing. It wouldn't really qualify for the subject of this discussion, because it wouldn't give us any particular power, it would just make our existence as a species very disturbing and potentially distressing to them ("oh my god, they're born in the morning and die at night and then a new person with their memories wakes up in their body the next morning and starts the cycle again and this happens to them every day, thousands of times in the lifespan of their bodies!").

I've seen arguments about that from other humans.
 
Humans evolved to live in groups of a few dozen people, maybe a few hundred at most. Our social instincts are flexible enough to allow us to live in cities and form nations of millions of people, but that's something of a lucky coincidence. It's easy to imagine an intelligent species that didn't have that sort of luck; a species where if you locked a few hundred unrelated male strangers in an airplane for a few hours you'd get a panic-fueled bloodbath, a species that could never live in large towns or create civilizations. For all we know, our own ancestors might have been like that a hundred thousand years ago; the Eemian interglacial had a nice climate, but for some reason humans didn't respond to it by inventing farming and creating civilizations. I've occasionally wondered if this might explain the Fermi Paradox; maybe the universe is full of intelligent beings who are individually as clever as us but who cannot live in towns, cannot create empires … and therefore could never build a moon rocket, let alone a starship.
Thinking about it, you could also go in the opposite direction and have a species more social than humans. Imagine a hive species with a collective intelligence, like giant sapient anthill. Not a sci-fi style telepathic hive mind but a species where each hive is a super-organism, with non-sapient components creating a collective intelligence by the interactions between individuals via pheromones or whatever.

To them on the one hand we are obviously intelligent thanks to our technology and so on. On the other hand we don't look intelligent; we don't move and act like an organized mind, we look like a mass of herd animals milling about in barely organized mobs. We'd just "look wrong". As a group - which is the level at which they are evolved to think of other entities as people - we probably look like some kind of shambling zombie shuffling around clumsily and more or less aimlessly; our actual intelligence happens on a much lower level.

A human perspective equivalent would be if we met a sapient version of one of those parasitic species that hijacks a much larger creature (like the "zombie ant fungus"), and only ever saw the shuffling "zombies", never the sapient creature puppeting them. I think that's what human organizations and societies might well look like to such a collective mind; as zombies moving like they are "alive", but clearly not alive.
 
Basically, how could Humanity as a whole be written as a being of great eldricht power? Not individual humans, not some hypothetical transhumanity, bog standard everyday humanity taken as a whole.

One possible route would be from the perspective of fantasy beings who can only 'exist' in a meaningful sense as long as humanity fins their existence in some way amusing, or so long as humanity doesn't cease seeing a need for them in their worldview.
sounds like a crack fiction story I read a long time ago.

In it everything humanity ever made it can exist and acts likes it should IF every human believes it but it won't affect humans.
for example

The metal gear cardboard box. Humans will see some fucker trying to hide in a box while every non-human will just see a regular box.

Doctor Who's Dalek. Can't kill a human for shit and will fail every time. Non-humans are fucked. Just fucked.
 
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