All Good Things__ - Michael Jan Friedman [77]
After all, no one entertained him quite as much as Picard did. No one did so much with so little. And no one was so good at reminding the entity of what it was like to be a human being.
He was tempted to turn around and stick his tongue out at the captain, butmfor once—he held himself in check. After all, he didn’t want Picard to take him for granted. Having said good-bye to the man, it was much too early to say hello again.
Glancing over Picard’s shoulder at the ever-annoying Dr. Crusher, he could feel his stomach churning as he considered her questions about the future—and that was no easy feat for mere pasteboard. Marriage. Love. Divorce. It was all so incredibly mundane.
Or was that just because he knew how it was all going to turn out? Might it not be a little more interesting if one was limited to knowing the past and the present, and restricted from peeking into the future?’
He tried to imagine what that would be likeJand found he couldn’t. After all, his consciousness spanned time and spacewand then some. It would be like asking a human not to think.
And what was all this rubbish about molding one’s own future? Free will was an amusing notion, but to actually believe in it… was there no end to the gullibil-ity of these creatures?
Uh-oh. The captain was reaching for him. Plucking him out from the company of the other cards. Tossing him facedown on the table.
Too bad, thought Q, with a sadness that he felt as deeply as he was capable of feeling anything. He’d rather enjoyed being part of the game,
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CHAPTER 12
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CHAPTER 19
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