I think it's wonderful that you actually appreciate someone. Very much indicative of some sort of growth as a being.
Oh, don't get me wrong-- I always appreciated you people. Why do you think I kept coming back?
The thing about interacting with mortals is that, very often, they do one of two things: Throw up their hands to ward off the evil eye, or fall to their knees in worship. You didn't do either. You, and Picard, and Yar (and Data, but he wasn't scared so he doesn't count) all stood up to me when I was showing myself off as an uberthreat, you kept your heads (mostly), you had arguments that made sense, and you solved the stupid puzzle even though I kept annoying you and interfering with your ability to do it.
I was trying to provoke you into proving that you don't live up to your own ideals under stress (by which I mean your human side, although I suppose Betazoid ideals aren't much different), and you didn't fall for it. You *did* live up to your ideals. Most species don't. Which, in case you're curious, is why Klingons ended up looking like humans with really bushy eyebrows for about 20 years. They failed a test. (Wasn't my test. I don't like Klingons enough to test them.)
So, you know, I might have bent the truth here and there, but you're probably the only mortal who knows just how damn sincere I was when I told Picard he was the closest thing I had to a friend in the universe. (Actually, there is someone who would have been a lot more willing to take care of me, but since she was a professional rebel and constantly under fire, I was hoping for something just a trifle safer.) The stunts I've pulled on your ship have been for Picard's benefit specifically or the benefit of humans in general since after Riker (thankfully) refused to become a Q. (Yes, even the Borg, though I admit I could have been a lot nicer about that one.) I've had a lot of respect for you all along, although I wasn't quite ready to admit it to you.
I hope that is a comment on the natural ephemeral nature of humanity and not a threat....
Whoops. No threat. Q don't lose control of their powers and we consider genocide a Bad Idea unless the entire Continuum agrees it must be done, and right now, we can't get the entire Continuum to agree on *anything.* I mean that you don't last very long. And if I'm finding it boring to spend time in time periods when you're not all alive now, I'm going to be royally screwed when you're all dead unless I get over it.
You may want to be aware, before you begin this grand friendship project, that being in a relationship is often transformational -- the individual changes as a result of association with the other.
I've already changed as a result of interacting with humans. If I hadn't decided I liked humans, tested them and declared them sentient, they wouldn't have been given permission to decide an issue important to the Continuum, and then Q wouldn't have killed himself and the war wouldn't have happened and everything would be different. My whole *species* has changed because of my association with humans. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing-- it's something I wanted and worked for for millions of years, though, so I can't say I can blame anyone else.
Also, prepare for a great deal of skepticism. Mine included. Twice burned, ten times as skeptical.
Yeah yeah yeah. I know, I know. You didn't believe me when you knew I was desperate and mortal, why would you believe me now?
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Date: 2003-03-30 02:37 pm (UTC)Oh, don't get me wrong-- I always appreciated you people. Why do you think I kept coming back?
The thing about interacting with mortals is that, very often, they do one of two things: Throw up their hands to ward off the evil eye, or fall to their knees in worship. You didn't do either. You, and Picard, and Yar (and Data, but he wasn't scared so he doesn't count) all stood up to me when I was showing myself off as an uberthreat, you kept your heads (mostly), you had arguments that made sense, and you solved the stupid puzzle even though I kept annoying you and interfering with your ability to do it.
I was trying to provoke you into proving that you don't live up to your own ideals under stress (by which I mean your human side, although I suppose Betazoid ideals aren't much different), and you didn't fall for it. You *did* live up to your ideals. Most species don't. Which, in case you're curious, is why Klingons ended up looking like humans with really bushy eyebrows for about 20 years. They failed a test. (Wasn't my test. I don't like Klingons enough to test them.)
So, you know, I might have bent the truth here and there, but you're probably the only mortal who knows just how damn sincere I was when I told Picard he was the closest thing I had to a friend in the universe. (Actually, there is someone who would have been a lot more willing to take care of me, but since she was a professional rebel and constantly under fire, I was hoping for something just a trifle safer.) The stunts I've pulled on your ship have been for Picard's benefit specifically or the benefit of humans in general since after Riker (thankfully) refused to become a Q. (Yes, even the Borg, though I admit I could have been a lot nicer about that one.) I've had a lot of respect for you all along, although I wasn't quite ready to admit it to you.
I hope that is a comment on the natural ephemeral nature of humanity and not a threat....
Whoops. No threat. Q don't lose control of their powers and we consider genocide a Bad Idea unless the entire Continuum agrees it must be done, and right now, we can't get the entire Continuum to agree on *anything.* I mean that you don't last very long. And if I'm finding it boring to spend time in time periods when you're not all alive now, I'm going to be royally screwed when you're all dead unless I get over it.
You may want to be aware, before you begin this grand friendship project, that being in a relationship is often transformational -- the individual changes as a result of association with the other.
I've already changed as a result of interacting with humans. If I hadn't decided I liked humans, tested them and declared them sentient, they wouldn't have been given permission to decide an issue important to the Continuum, and then Q wouldn't have killed himself and the war wouldn't have happened and everything would be different. My whole *species* has changed because of my association with humans. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing-- it's something I wanted and worked for for millions of years, though, so I can't say I can blame anyone else.
Also, prepare for a great deal of skepticism. Mine included. Twice burned, ten times as skeptical.
Yeah yeah yeah. I know, I know. You didn't believe me when you knew I was desperate and mortal, why would you believe me now?