Q

Crossposted from theatrical_muse today.
Prompt 292: Show and tell.

Hello, boys and girls! Ready for a lesson with Mr. Q? Oh, I'm sure you're all just dying to hear what I have for you today.

You see this? This is an Omega molecule. Pretty, isn't it? Yes, I can see your primitive minds lighting up inside like magpies noticing a shiny bit of string. And what a shiny string this is. The Omega molecule, you see, is the most powerful substance natural to your universe. Oh, you could punch a hole through space-time to the quasar source and make a quasar and then harvest *it* for energy, but technically that involves energy from outside your dimension. Whereas an Omega molecule was one of the building blocks of your universe -- the substrate of proto-universes, as it were. One such molecule could power your entire civilization for the next ten thousand years. But then, you know that already, don't you? That's why you're trying to build one.

Why, with such power you could be like gods. After all, with the building blocks of a proto-universe in your hands, you could build your own universe, manufacture pocket dimensions at will and reshape reality to your liking. I can tell you've put some serious thought into what you'd do with such power. Travel in time? Manufacture your very own planets? Annihilate your enemies with a thought? Store transport patterns in static offline storage so no one need ever die? Oh, lots of ideas there. Come on, let's hear some more. There are no stupid ideas here. Only stupid people.

( Because, you see, trying to be like gods isn't a good idea at all when you're *not* gods. Didn't you see the warning that said 'Don't try this at home, kids?' )

Crossposted from theatrical_muse, today.
*sigh*... I don't even know why I try to answer these things sometimes.

( Oxymorons, the undead, and the not dead ever. )
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG

OOC: Crossposted from 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

OOC: Crossposted from 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