They say that in space, no one can hear you scream. The lack of air keeps the sound from leaving your lungs. Someone could be right next to you and you wouldn't hear them die.
They're right, but for other reasons. In space, we stick to the people we know. Planets don't interact with non-planets, Comets don't go beyond fellow comets and the rest is history.Of course we're trying to change that, but for right now, your friendships and family are decided by what you are, and normally I wouldn't care, but that changed when my status got changed.
You see, I used to be a planet. Second highest in terms of privilege and control almost everything in their orbit. I controlled the Kuiper Belt. Earth, that crappy infested rock, decided to redo the rules for being a planet after speaking to Eris, an asteroid inside the Kuiper Belt. At first, I thought that he was just trying to include more people like he's always saying. Until I read the rules.
They signaled me out as not one of them. Claimed I was too small, too untidy, too far away. I didn't even get a say before I was hustled out the door and forced to join the "kiddie table".
Instead of just kicking me out and washing their hands, they created a whole new group called the "Dwarf Planets" and assigned me there.
Because we no longer work together, I'm not allowed to speak to any of them. Had to leave behind millennium-old buddies and start fresh with the other celestial bodies Earth suddenly wanted to include. I could try to talk to them, but that would get me nowhere. Only Sol has the power to give me back my status and she believes what Earth tells her and what would I talk about with my old friends anyway? All the fun conversations we had always happened when we were discussing work. But the dwarf planets? Well, there's Eris, the junk heap who got me into this mess, Ceres, another former planet I never spoke to; Makemake, some sort of demented hell-spawn pretending to be alive, and Haumea, who talks like the universe is going to end any second now.
I tried to get my old job back, but they kept saying they had to "fix something" and now, barely a year after be told my reclassification is being looked at once more, I find out that they're replacing me with some imaginary asteroid outside of the system. Great.
I'm Pluto, the ex-ninth planet, second dwarf planet and I want my life back, is that too much to ask?
