Year 2047. On a calm, ordinary day, a chilling warning hijacked every satellite and digital screen on Earth.
"Humans... We, the inhabitants of Pluto, have come to seek our revenge."
Chaos erupted. Governments scrambled, stock markets crashed, and half the world lived in absolute terror. The end was near.
But days passed, and they didn't arrive.
Days turned into months. Months into seasons. Seasons into years.
The years eventually bled into a full century.
Slowly, the world forgot. The "Great Plutonian Warning" became nothing more than a historical footnote, a legendary prank, or a forgotten hacker's joke that had scared their great-grandparents for no reason.
Year 2177.
A massive, silent shadow swept across the globe, finally coming to a halt over Athens, Greece. The radio frequencies, silent for a hundred years, crackled to life with the exact same voice from the past:
"Inhabitants of Earth... Humans... We have arrived for our revenge."
Panic gripped the streets. People looked at the sky in horror, waiting for the lasers to fire. But the message didn't end there.
"However..." the voice continued, sounding slightly awkward. "Citizens of Earth, we have not come for a bloody war. We are merely here to resolve the... 'misunderstanding' that occurred two centuries ago."