Friday, November 23, 2012

Game Q

 
Q was bored.
This Q wasn’t renowned for tormenting Jean-Luc Picard and the crew of the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701-D), as well as the starship Voyager.  Nor was it any manifestation of Q they had encountered, to their knowledge.  But, to be from the Q Continuum was to be Q; such a manifestation would be identified as Q, as it would identify itself.  So this was Q.  And, Q was bored.
“He” (though not a he; Q was genderless) sat on a pulsar, legs dangling, chin propped in one hand, staring into the void.  (To be technical, Q did not have legs, chin or eyes.  Q had no body in the humanoid sense; no physical body at all.  But this was a little beside the point.)
He sighed.  He was eons old, by human standards; yet by Q standards, relatively young.  Still, he was not without experience.  As a member of the Continuum, he’d been around, seen a bit.  And he was still far, far older than that whelp “son” of Q, the “kid” called “Junior” whom Junior’s “father” lauded.
He was omnipotent.  He could do anything.  And he was bored.
And that was why: Because he could do anything.  And, in fact, did.  He did anything, anything he wanted, for a long, long time.
Until it got boring (which didn’t take long).  He didn’t see much point to doing anything he wanted to do, anymore.  Didn’t see a point to anything at all.  The Continuum wouldn’t let him erase existence – that might have been fun… to be nonexistent.  By doing so, he might erase himself… but, upon contemplation, realized that it would probably not work out; someone, somehow, would bring it all back; and him, too, just to punish him, if nothing else, with more of this pointless existence.
Was it truly the lack of challenge?  No… That wasn’t it.  He disliked rules or restraints.  He liked being able to do anything.  He just didn’t know what to do.  Every interesting idea that struck fizzled in a yoctosecond (1 septillionth of a second… eternity on some timescales & levels of dimension).
He decided, strictly in boredom, to invent a game.  It would have logical rules, with a prize, a goal waiting at the end to be won.
Randomly, he plucked seven player-participants from across the span of time and space:
  • Yeshua of Nazareth, commonly called Jesus Christ, Messiah, son of God on Earth (suspected of being a minor Q);
  • Tasid Daor, First Hunter of The Strenna (a planet in a system so remote they saw no stars; it would never encounter another civilization in its entire history);
  • Oio Owohoho, struggling scientist from a subspace universe in the University of Henrico – his laws of science and physics were radically different;
  • The Unnamable Big Green Cloud, from the far future, when all galaxies had dissociated;
  • Little Gear, a mechanical life form favored by probability;
  • Sentient Algebra, a derivation of Algebra (also sentient but preferred ‘simple’ algebra); and
  • AAO (Against All Odds) – a successively amalgamous, unlikely thing, difficult to describe in words or terms understandable to three-dimensional organics (like us) – which, against all odds, should not exist, yet it did.
Q joined as an eighth player.  The game allowed up to 14 participants, but he didn’t feel like crowding the small table he’d made for the group.  Yeshua dealt the cards; AAO passed out pieces.
"I'm hungry," Tasid said, through her third ventricular orifice, meaning a stiff shot of alcohol, also, would not be unwelcomed.


work in progress...

No comments:

Post a Comment