qcontinuum: (love)
OOC: reposted from comment in this thread at [livejournal.com profile] sages_of_chaos.

It's absolutely possible to love someone without romance. Romance, in fact, is merely courtship behavior, mindless plays re-enacted by males and females since the dawn of time to suggest that one partner would be of value in reproduction to the other. Whether it's bringing your desired lover flowers, making them a nest with especially shiny tinsel woven into it, or challenging other tomcats to a duel for the fair furry female's favor, romance is about nothing more than saying "I could give you nice things/protect you/have great kids with you! Have sex with me!"

I have also found that it doesn't actually work. Sentient beings won't have sex with you if they don't want to, regardless of how many flowers you bring or the fact that you can transport them back to their home 70 thousand light years away in the blink of an eye. (Sometimes sentient beings won't have sex with you if they *do* want to because they don't trust you, but that's beside the point.)

Love, as a concept, covers far, far more than courtship behavior between two beings negotiating for sex. Love is, in fact, a necessary requirement of sentience. There are no sentient species incapable of love (that I've found, anyway, but I've explored an entire universe in *painstaking* detail, and done some spelunking through various other universes, over the course of five billion years, so I know what I'm talking about.) And the reason love is a necessary requirement of sentience is that it is the nature of life for the strong to prey on the weak, but sentient beings that reproduce must produce young which are significantly weaker than adults (or, more to the point, significantly dumber), and if the adults then prey on the kids the species dies out. Love was invented by evolution to make sure that parents would care for and protect their children, and that children would listen to their parents. Sentient beings repurposed it for cooperation, because there's not much point to being sentient if you have to re-invent everything in your lifetime; sentience works best with cooperation between members of the same species, and cooperation depends on love.

Love is a dire weakness, a flaw in the heart of the vast majority of sentient beings that leads them to sacrifice their time, their energy, their resources, and sometimes even their lives for the sake of another being, often without getting any reward for it, ever. Love is also the glue that binds beings together in cooperative networks that allow them to achieve far, far more than they ever could separately. My people are gods because we loved each other enough to risk literally losing ourselves in the others in order to achieve power and knowledge. This doesn't stop us from being vicious to one another, but then, love isn't necessarily nice.

For the individual sentient being who is capable of feeling love, the point to feeling love is that it gives your existence a purpose. If no one loves you, if no one cares about you, if your existence has no point to anyone but yourself... unless you're a complete sociopath this usually renders your existence meaningless and empty, and self-destruction starts to seem like a valid life choice. Sentience is *designed* to exist in cooperative networks, and the urge for sentience that is cut off from such networks to simply remove itself from existence is powerful. Some sentient beings are damaged in that they cannot feel love, and for those beings love doesn't appear to be necessary to their survival. But if you *can* feel it, you must, or sooner or later you'll feel that your life is worthless.

Don't confuse it with sex, or romance -- the love of a friend or a child or a parent or a sibling or a group you feel you belong to is just as profound as the love of someone you want to exchange pleasure with or have babies with. Don't assume it is invariably sappy and sweet -- love can kill, love can break people who could have resisted the worst of tortures, love can enslave, love can shred people's minds and shatter their wills. It is a perilous force, but without it, no civilization would be possible. It is a terrible weakness, and the meaning of existence.
qcontinuum: (suit)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse, today.
Prompt 278: What are you wearing?

At the moment? A human body, male, dark haired, pale skinned, approximately late 40's or early 50's, not quite 2 meters tall but damn close to it.

The *body* is wearing whatever the person I'm talking to usually wears, unless I have a reason to adopt a different costume. To my pals in Starfleet, I wear Starfleet uniforms. Unless I'm trying to make a point, or play a different role. If I were having a conversation with 21st century humans I'd probably wear one of those dreadful business suits men were fond of in those days.

I'm actually inordinately fond of various costumes, but there's something very meta about it, since in fact any body you can see me in is a costume. Mortals can't perceive what I really am. I've manifested myself in their dimension as a glowing ball of light, but the truth is that's a costume too, albeit one that's a bit closer to reality, because what I'm made of is a form of energy that simply does not exist in the mortals' universe. I am made of the substance the Continuum is made of, and the Continuum is technically speaking a different universe, although very closely associated with the universe we used to live in before we made it. You can't see what I really am because I can't *be* what I really am anywhere that you could see me, and if you came to my universe the lack of anything that would resemble visible light, or in fact the laws of physics as you understand them at all, would require me to create a translation mechanism in your brain that would analogize everything you see, using metaphors you comprehend, so that you'd be able to see anything at all, or for that matter not go insane from simultaneous sensory deprivation and direct-brain-stimulation overload.

So whatever I look like to you is, in fact, a costume I'm wearing. The fact that my costumes wear costumes is just a further point of ironic amusement for me.
qcontinuum: (pissed off)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse today.
Prompt 276: Are you an only child? Write about your siblings or lack thereof.

Sure... when I'm able to control my feelings of all-consuming RAGE at my SUPPOSED CLOSE FRIEND AND OLDER BROTHER who felt the need to break into my journal and completely humiliate me while I was away at a PARTY...

Okay. I'm calm now. No, really. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
qcontinuum: (q2 with arms)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse, today.
Hey there! Lemme introduce myself here; I'm not your usual Q. 'Fraid he's off at a party. So today you get me instead! Fun, huh?

See, Q... well, the Q who usually writes in this, uh, journal whatsit thingy? That's what you call it, right? Anyway, he sorta lost a bet to me. Since he's away at an April Fool's day party, and the idea of totally humiliating him on his favorite mortal holiday is, mmm, surprisingly appealing, I'm collecting on the bet we made now. So now I get to tell you about one of the episodes in his life that he was never, ever gonna tell you guys, due to the sheer embarrassment factor. And since I'm, y'know, omniscient and all, I'm going to tell it to ya like a real story, in third person and everything. The thing about being a Q that's really great when you're not on the wrong side of it, and really awful when you are, is that we know every embarrassing secret that ever happened to any of us, in full technicolor detail and usually from the perspective of everyone who was in the room at the time. So I'm gonna tell this story from the perspective of the human in it, 'cause most of you are human, or almost human, and besides, it's *much* funnier this way.

Embarrassing the hell out of other Q for fun and profit... naah, I'm lying, there's no profit in this. It's just fun. Oh, by the way, adult content here. Shield the kiddies. )

And that, pals, is the story that Q was never gonna tell you. Since Ben Sisko punched him in the nose, I think he's been rejected now by every starship captain you people have ever heard of besides Archer, and I don't think he's gonna go for Archer. He has *some* standards.

Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek Next Generation, Original Series and Voyager
qcontinuum: (you're an idiot)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] realmof_themuse today.
2009.13 D.1. Asking Jesus for shoes.

So we're in the 20th century because I really, really love making Picard feel like he's teetering on the brink of annihilating the timeline; he loves his history, he loves traveling back in time to *see* history, and he hates himself for loving it because he's always absolutely sure he's gonna step on a butterfly and make humanity go extinct. And for the past couple of days, Picard has alternated between whining at me that this isn't safe and he needs to go back to his own time and RETURN ME TO MY SHIP, Q, RIGHT NOW, and staring around him in absolute wonderment at how completely alien to his sensibilities his own species was just a mere 300 years ago... and then when he catches me looking at him doing it, pretending that he's not that impressed and he really just wants to go home.

It gets old. So I leave him to his own devices for a while, with a wallet full of 20th century cash and credit cards. And if he thought he was unnerved by having me walk around with him and snark at the pitiful state of 20th century humanity, he's even *more* unnerved when I'm not there to be his guide, and it's up to him to NOT CHANGE THE TIMELINE ONE TINY BIT and of course he has no idea how to go about *not* changing the timeline because he doesn't know what's important. So it's Sunday morning, and he's trying to keep a low profile, and he decides to go hide out in a church because it's a good way to kill a few hours without actually interacting with people in any way that could change anything.

He really should have known better. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek Next Generation

Party!

Apr. 1st, 2009 10:23 am
qcontinuum: (party)
I'm throwing an April Fool's Day party over at [livejournal.com profile] sages_of_chaos. All are invited. Except my son, because he had *better* things to do than hang out with his *dad* on my favorite holiday, so fine, I can throw a *much* better party than the one *he* went to.
qcontinuum: (embarrassed)
OOC: crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse today.
Prompt 274: What question do you most dread?

Pretty much anything the Continuum is asking me.

Whether it's, "Q, why did you think making a mortal into a member of the Continuum was a good idea?", "Q, are you aware that your intervention on the Ceulan ethnic group of the Jinarii species has resulted in the Ceulans being nearly destroyed, and as a result they have become warlike and genocidal themselves?", "Q, when we asked you to remove yourself from this body so we could debate the best way to deal with your constant law-breaking, you attempted to form an unauthorized liaison with a mortal species, and when they refused you exposed them to the Borg. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???"... or, well, anything like that... let's just say that I generally don't like what comes after that question, regardless of what I actually come up with as an answer.

Sometimes I dread some of the questions that come up here as well, mostly because they are so incredibly stupid when applied to my form of life. (3 AM? What do you wish you had a camera for? Come on.)

Questions that I don't dread. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG and VOY
qcontinuum: (funny hat)
OOC: crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] muse_academy today.

Prompt 1A – Category - Quote:
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness. Leo Tolstoy


Been reading Starfleet analysts' notes on me. I'm finding them awfully amusing. The sheer misconceptions and silliness these mortals put in their reports based on never having met me, but merely reading reports that those who have met me put together? Oh, could there be any better example of the blind leading the stupid?

"It is unknown why the Q entity has repeatedly referred to various species as 'ugly' (cf 'It's as plain as the noses on your ugly little primate faces', stardate 42372.5; '...any more than you could win a beauty contest,' in reference to a Klingon, stardate 43539.1), if it indeed has no corporeal form at all. Why would an entity with no corporeal form have aesthetic preferences that in many cases seem to match Human?"

Because, you numbskulls, when I'm in a Human form, talking (mostly) to Humans, my frame of reference is Human. Besides which, you somehow managed to overlook that the first comment was about humans. (And you forgot me calling a Ferengi a "repulsive little troll", but I suppose Vash didn't submit any reports to Starfleet.)

How to use your physical appearance to get mortals to react the way you want, in a few easy steps. )
qcontinuum: (what you say?!)
OOC Note: crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] realmof_themuse today.

2009.10 A.1. In the words of the singer Meatloaf, "I would do anything for love, but I won't do that." What is "that" to you?

*boggle* Are we actually seriously discussing the works of a musician named after food? And lousy bargain basement food at that?

Fine, fine. It's an interesting question, even if posed by a fat man who can't sing and names himself after his mother's culinary disasters.

There are many, many things that I would not do for love, which would probably be utterly unsurprising to anyone who knows me... in fact the more surprising idea is likely the concept that there's anything I would do for love. Oddly enough, I don't disapprove of the principle of sacrificing for love, entirely. But in my opinion, love itself becomes a travesty, chains that bind more cruelly than any captivity by an enemy could do, when your lover wants you to do certain things, make certain sacrifices for their sake. They prove in that moment that they are not worthy of love, and if you actually do it, you prove that you probably aren't either.

List of things I would not do for love: )

List of things I actually would do for love: )

Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Words: 504
qcontinuum: (just shoot me)
OOC: Sleep ficlet for application for [livejournal.com profile] muse_academy.

Muse Name: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Prompt Number: Application
Title: Sleep
Warnings/Disclaimers: Based directly on the episode "Deja Q" of Star Trek:TNG.
Word Count: 1333


The thing I really don't understand about sleep is why it doesn't terrify you mortals.

You talk about sleep as if it's relaxing. Fun! Sweet sleep. Gentle sleep. Delicious sleep. Has it occurred to any of you that from your own perspective, the only way you can tell the difference between being asleep and being dead is that you wake up from being asleep? (Okay, obviously it *has* occurred to some of you, for instance William Shakespeare. But most of you seem to treat it as a fun adventure to another country, rather than what it is, which is THE TOTAL CESSATION OF YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS.)

My one experience with the horror of sleep. )
qcontinuum: (embarrassed)
OOC: posted to [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse today.

Prompt 145: Tell the truth about something you usually lie about.

Uh, isn't that what I'm doing right now?

I come here and answer these questions more-or-less truthfully because when I don't tell anyone the truth, I sometimes lose track of what it actually is. I've been known to tell people ten different mutually contradictory stories about myself before breakfast. (Before their breakfast, I mean. I don't eat. Of course, I need to wake them up pretty early in the morning to get all those contradictory stories in, but I've never understood why mortals need to spend so many hours being unconscious anyway.)

No mortal can ever see me as I truly am, and all of the Q can tell when I'm lying anyway, so I suppose I've fallen into bad habits. I don't use language to convey truth, I use it to convey image. I go for the quick laugh, or I try to impress people with how much I don't care about their petty little problems, or I present myself as having whatever attributes I want them to think I have. Trouble is, doing that all the time makes it awfully easy to lie to myself as well.

Having a kid was like being forced to stare into a mirror all day, every day. I've learned things about my kind and about myself that I never imagined that I needed to know. Fish don't know they're wet, and apparently sometimes the Q don't know what it means to be a Q. Things that were so self-evident I never even articulated that they existed, because to imagine that a thing exists you must be able to imagine that it doesn't exist, suddenly came into contrast for me and I understood their existence.

I may have mentioned, multiple times, that I live for what is new, that I am always looking out for new things to learn and experience and understand. I started coming here and answering these questions, a large number of which are completely ridiculous for a being of my nature (how many questions can you possibly ask involving sleep, anyway?), as a way of studying myself. Because, apparently, I don't know myself nearly as well as I know the rest of the universe, and that is beyond ridiculous.

When I talk to mortals, or other Q, I pretty much lie about almost everything, all the time. If someone calls me on it I might admit to it, and I prefer not to be outright untruthful when it comes to describing objective, observable facts, but when I talk about myself?... Come on, there's no such thing as an IQ of 2005; the test was made to study human intelligence and it's scaled 0-200 and actually the outer extremes are probably unmeasurable, so why have so many Starfleet analysts writing up dossiers on me actually included that comment as if it were a fact? Yes, I'm probably at least ten times as smart as a human genius, but this is not testable on the IQ scale. Also, when one Q tells you that we evolved, and then I tell you that we've always existed, one of us is probably not telling the truth, and here's a hint: generally speaking, it's probably me.

So... I won't promise that everything I say in response to these questions is invariably the truth, because to be honest I have no belief in an objective truth anyway; when you have the ability to warp reality it gets kind of hard to believe that a reality outside your perceptions and opinions can exist. But I am generally much, much more honest here than I am anywhere else, since I'm more or less talking to myself... and I'm not going to quit lying to mortals (or to other Q for that matter) anytime real soon, but at the least I am trying to stop lying to myself. Most of the time, anyway.

Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek

Pets!

Mar. 5th, 2009 12:01 pm
qcontinuum: (party)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse, today.
Prompt 272: Do you have any pets? Would you like some (more)? Why / why not?

Why, yes, as a matter of fact I do have some pets. Would you like to see pictures of my adorable pets? Trust me, they're cute.

Three of my current pets. )
So those are my pets. Or at least my three favorite ones. Adorable, aren't they?
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG and VOY
ETA: Aun is an OC created by Q's mun. She is represented here by the actress Sanaa Lathan.
qcontinuum: (just shoot me)
This is not a funny story. I realize that those of you who bother to read these things probably come here expecting a barrel of yuks. Not today.

If sick in the head counts, or sick to the heart at myself and what I've done counts, then I suppose I've been sick before, or still am. )
OOC: the credits )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG and VOY
qcontinuum: (war pics)
OOC: Same story, two prompts, two communities. Crossposted from both [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse and [livejournal.com profile] realmof_themuse today.

[livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse: Prompt 267: In medias res.
[livejournal.com profile] realmof_themuse: 2009.7.B.5: Put the gun down.

So here I was, at the center of the Continuum, in the middle of our loudest and most confrontational meeting ever, and my grandpa was standing across the aisle holding a gun on me.

Let me explain all the ways in which this scenario is screwed up beyond belief.

Staring down the barrel of a situation that should have been impossible. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG and Voyager
qcontinuum: (snap)
OOC Note: crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] realmof_themuse today.
2009.1 A.4. Can you snap your fingers and get what you desire? If not, is that something that you would enjoy?

Yes. Actually, yes, as a matter of fact I can.

And for those of you wondering if you’d enjoy it if you had it? Trust me, it’s great.

2009.1.D.2: Power and 2009.5.C.3: Abiogenesis )

2009.6.B.2: Protection )

2009.6.C.3: Save Yourself )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Words: 1700
qcontinuum: (embarrassed)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse, today.

Prompt 269: Write about a time you were outsmarted.

Do I have to?

Oh, all right. They say a little humility is good for the soul... not that I have a soul, technically, and I'm pretty sure I don't have any humility either, but I'll try to fake it.

How I was outsmarted by a pathetic, inferior human being )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
qcontinuum: (party)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse, today.
Let’s get the lame questions out of the way first, shall we?

Absurdly inappropriate questions )

Okay, now that the ridiculous ones are out of the way...

I was going to classify this one as ridiculous too, and then I realized that I actually can say something interesting in response to this.

I enjoy being a girl!... ok, ok, I'll stop singing. You'd think I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket the way you people carry on. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
qcontinuum: (funny hat)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse today.

Prompt 260: Five years.

So the planet Semora was *just* technologically advanced enough to realize that an asteroid was headed its way and would impact them in five years (technically, four of their years, or five Earth years and two Earth months, but who wants to be anal about it?) but not advanced enough to figure out how to prevent it. This is where I came in.

The tale of Semora's five years to live. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
qcontinuum: (Default)
OOC: Crossposted from [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse today.

Prompt 261: Which fictional character would you like to be?

I already am a fictional character in numerous timelines. In fact, so are most of you.

Various silly questions )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek Next Generation

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