Hermes returned to Olympus, his usually jaunty demeanor replaced by a look of profound confusion. He strode into the opulent hall, where Zeus reclined on his throne, polishing a thunderbolt, Hera fanned herself languidly, and Poseidon was mid-story about a particularly impressive Kraken.
Hermes: (Clearing his throat, which barely registered over Poseidon's booming laugh) Ahem. My lords. Ladies.
Zeus glanced up, a flicker of irritation in his eyes.
Zeus: What is it, Hermes? More mortal squabbles? Did someone forget to sacrifice a goat?
Hermes: (Taking a deep breath) It's about Sisyphus.
Hera sighed dramatically.
Hera: Oh, him. Still pushing that rock, I assume? One of our better punishments, if I do say so myself. Simple, elegant, utterly soul-crushing.
Hermes: (Rubbing his temples) That's... where it gets complicated. I just came from the mountain. He's... he's not soul-crushed.
A ripple of amusement went through the assembled gods.
Ares: (Grinning, polishing his spear) Did the old fool finally crack and start talking to the rock?
Hermes: (Shakes his head slowly) No, Ares. He's... happy.
The hall fell silent. Zeus's thunderbolt slipped from his grasp and clattered to the marble floor. Poseidon's jaw hung open. Hera's fan stopped mid-air.
Zeus: (Voice dangerously low) Happy? Explain yourself, Hermes. We condemned him to eternal futility. The very definition of despair!
Hermes: (Wringing his hands) I know, I know! That's what I told him! I said, "Sisyphus, you're supposed to be despondent, racked with existential despair!" And he just... he chuckled.
Athena: (Leaning forward, intrigued) He chuckled? What was his reasoning?
Hermes: He said... he's learned to love the climb. He said the rock is an "honest weight," a "true challenge." He said every push is a victory. He even called it "liberating"!
Dionysus: (Raises an eyebrow, taking a sip from his goblet) Liberating, you say? Perhaps he's found a new vintage up there.
Hermes: No, my lord. He's not drunk. He's... genuinely content. He said he's defined his existence by the climb, not the fall. He said he knows every root, every stone on the path. He notices the sunrise. He whistled, for Olympus's sake!
Hera: (Fanning herself languidly) Whistled? The audacity! The entire point was to make him suffer! To break his spirit! And now he's giving us background music? Honestly, Sisyphus has never had a shred of class.
Zeus: (Picking up his thunderbolt, a thoughtful frown on his face) This is... unprecedented. He has defied the very nature of the punishment. He's found meaning where we intended there to be none.
Hephaestus: (Shrugging, wiping grease from his hands with a cloth) Well, what did we expect? We gave him an infinite deadline and an honest day's work. That’s practically retirement in the mortal realm.
Poseidon: So, what do we do? Send him to a different mountain? Give him a rock with a sharp edge?
Hermes: (Shrugs helplessly) I don't think it matters. He's found a way to be happy with this mountain, this rock. It's not about the task itself anymore, it's about... his perspective.
Zeus: (Sighs, rubbing his temples) A mortal. Outsmarting the gods' most ingenious torment. This is truly vexing. It sets a rather poor precedent, wouldn't you agree? What if all the damned start finding joy in their eternal sufferings? The underworld would be a holiday resort!
Hades: (Appearing from the shadows, a rare look of concern on his face) Indeed, brother. My disciplinary efforts would become utterly meaningless. Charon would demand a raise for ferrying gleeful souls.
Athena: (A small smile playing on her lips) Perhaps, Father, we underestimated the resilience of the mortal spirit. Or perhaps, we simply overestimated our own capacity for truly effective torment. He has found autonomy in the face of absolute control.
Zeus: (Stares out into the distant sky, a grumble forming in his chest) Autonomy. In my cosmos. This will require... further contemplation. Hermes, next time you check on him, try to look a bit more... despairing. It might give him ideas.
Hermes: (Nods, still bewildered) As you wish, my lord. But I wouldn't count on it. He seems rather pleased with himself.
