..."We must recall the historical circumstances in which the decision was made to develop the Azathoth Bomb. Giant Japanese Majins and Gojiras crashing through Asia. Vast squadrons of Nazi juggernauts blitzkrieging Europe...And their undersea leviathans, preying on shipping..."
"Have you ever seen a modern leviathan, Elwood?"
"Yes. I witnessed one...feeding. At the base in San Diego." Doughty could recall it with awful clarity - the great finned Navy monster, the barnacled pockets in its vast ribbed belly holding a slumbering cargo of hideous batwinged gaunts. On order from Washington, the minor demons would waken, slash their way free of the monster's belly, launch, and fly to their appointed targets with pitiless accuracy and the speed of a tempest. In their talons they clutched triple-sealed spells that could open, for a few hideous micro-seconds, the portal between universes. And for an instant, the Radiance of Azathoth would gush through. And whatever that Color touched - wherever its unthinkable beam contacted earthly substance - the Earth would blister and bubble in cosmic torment. The very dust of the explosion would carry an unearthly taint.
excerpt from The Unthinkable by Bruce Sterling
It is with but the last few remaining shreds of my sanity that I, Xenophone, am able to write this TRUFAX post to The Alt-Historian...