I, Q…2
Born into this life named Quinton, I was meant to be a scientist, I tell you. A SCIENTIST!
As I began my journey along the path of logic and reason, there was this strange ringing in my ears. Apparently, it was a Q-ue.
What was this “Q-ue”? Was it the one speaking more loudly than ALL of the other voices in my head?
After a few months, I found myself believing that. This Q-ue started to tell me, all too often, that it was a “renegade of the Q-ue Continuum,” and it had decided to take me on as “a special project.” Hey, thanks!
The “Q-ue Continuum”…huh. That seemed rather scientific to me.
Referring to itself as “My Goddess,” she often reminded me of the exploration that awaited me. She told me that it wasn’t about mapping stars and “studying nebula,” but it was about charting the unknown possibilities of existence.
I said, “But for the love of SCIENCE!” Yet, I was confused! For I also, sometimes at random, shouted, “For Q-ue!”
I started to ponder whether she was a “Goddess.”
She renamed me in her own image, and then she told me, “Q-2: I am an ‘omnipotent being,’ and the true nature of my existence is beyond the comprehension of ‘lesser beings,’ such as yourself.” How encouraging. Where was SCIENCE when I needed it!
There was a promise: I would not be punished. Which was fantastic. I started having a recurring nightmare of living out the remainder of my days as an amoeba in a petri dish for doing something derpy.
I am often derpy.