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I, Q (Star Trek Next Generation)

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From Chapter One

Allow me to introduce myself....I am called "Q." Known to my friends, relatives, and associates as: The Wonderful, The Magnificent, The Living End. I hail from a realm called the Q Continuum, a place that has existed since before time was time. It is our lot to push, to probe, to experiment, and to see the picture within the great tapestry that is the universe. In other words, to boldly go where no one has gone before. At least, that was our mandate when we first started. It has changed somewhat (some would say "mutated," others might say "devolved"), and now my fellow Q specialize in sitting about on the rocking chair of life, watching the universe pass them by.

That has never been an occupation I've found particularly stimulating. So I have taken it upon myself to continue that which I feel is the one true mandate of our Continuum: to question, to stir things up, to make jokes, to "boldly go where..." Sorry, I've already said that....I'm repeating myself. How terribly fallible. I told you I've been with humans too long.

I make lesser beings (of which there is a superfluity) feel poorly about their shortcomings — by way of elevating them, of course! Not for a moment do I think they can even approach my level. But sometimes, every so often, they at least get an inkling of just what my level is. It's their opportunity to look up from the pissoir of life and gaze down the boulevard — if only for a moment. Which is why my occasional slippage is so annoying. Ah well. Lay down with pigs, end up a ham. And a one, and a...

Another point of useful information: I am omnipotent. Some might think this to be a bad thing. I, of course, do not. It is the state to which I am most accustomed. I am able to accomplish whatever I desire, simply by willing it to be so. There are some who try to moralize about my activities, to act as if what I do is right or wrong. I don't share that point of view. Right? Wrong? Trivial notions, labels applied by those whose expertise is restricted to labeling others. My actions are my own, and I am answerable only to myself. In that respect, I could almost be considered a force of nature. No one questions the ethics of a hurricane, quake, or ion storm. These things simply exist. I am the same way. I am above good and evil. I cannot be measured, judged or assessed, poked or prodded, quantified or qualified, and I'm not the sort you would want to make angry. In other words, don't tread on me.

I travel, I test, and (with any luck) I'm able to raise some species a bit higher than they were before making my acquaintance.

To that end, there is a particular individual to whom I keep finding myself drawn — other than myself, of course. His name is Jean-Luc Picard, and he is a middle-aged, bald, oddly accented man who oversees activities aboard the Starship Enterprise. The Enterprise is a vessel belonging to an organization called Starfleet, and the Enterprise is the flagship of the fleet, which makes it the most advanced ant on the anthill.

When I first met Picard, I thought him an insufferably pretentious man who heartily deserved to be taken down a few pegs. Arrogantly sure of himself, confident in his ability to see all sides of a situation and then arrive at a solution "best for all concerned," Picard epitomized to me everything that was wrong with the human race. Though these aforementioned traits may also be apparent in Me, they are also well justified in Me. There is nothing more galling than some ephemeral little pip-squeak strutting his stuff — but that's a discussion for another time.

Humans. Don't get me started. Damn...too late

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Product Details

de Lancie, John
David, Peter
Lancie, John De
Star Trek
New York
Science fiction
Science Fiction - Star Trek
Star Trek fiction
Picard, Jean Luc
Science / General
Science / Adventure
Edition Description:
Star Trek Next Generation
Series Volume:
no. 237
Publication Date:
Grade Level:
6.75 x 4.1875 in 4.768 oz

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Product details 272 pages Pocket Books - English 9780671024444 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , As a deadly over-cosmic being threatens not only everything that is but also everything that might have been, Captain Jean-Luc Picard and the entity known as Q must once again warily join forces. Told in Q's own words, this thrilling memoir of their last-ditch effort to save the multiverse is at once a captivating adventure and a stunning exploration of the nature of reality itself.
"Synopsis" by , The enigmatic entity known as Q remains one of the great mysteries in the universe. Now actor John de Lancie, who has played Q on television for more than a decade, joins Peter David, the bestselling author of such acclained novels as Q-in-Law and Q-Squared, to send Q on an unforgettable cosmic odyssey told from the mischievous trickster's unique point of view.

The Maelstrom, a metaphysical whirlpool of apocalyptic proportions, is pulling all of reality into its maw, devouring time and space while bringing together people and places from throughout the universe. The Q Continuum pronounces that the end of everything has come, but Q refuses to meekly accept the end of all he has known. Defying the judgement of the Continuum, he sets out to derail doomsday — whatever the cost.

Q has been everywhere and done everything, but now he's in for a cosmic thrill ride beyond even his own astonishingly unlimited imagination. Reluctantly assisted by Captain Jean-Luc Picard, can even Q prevent the Universe As We Know It from going literally down the drain? I, Q is a wild and witty voyage through the secret soul of creation — as only Q can tell it!

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