Remember Ardra, the lady on TNG that pretended to be the actual devil to claim a planet by contract? “I could give you a night that would light fire in your dreams until you die,” she offered Picard. Q could actually do that. Forget just shapeshifting into Troi, or dressing up as a prim and proper Englishwoman. Mere cosplay chicanery. Q could give you impossible experiences. Becoming the concept of orgasm. Geometrically impossible positions. Awareness of both bodies at once. The feeling of becoming a nebula and releasing all tension as you dissolve into the universe. Experiences beyond understanding that would shred your pitiful psyche, and you’d say thank you.
Becoming the concept of orgasm. Geometrically impossible positions. Awareness of both bodies at once. The feeling of becoming a nebula and releasing all tension as you dissolve into the universe. Experiences beyond understanding that would shred your pitiful psyche, and you’d say thank you.
Someone’s trying to get home quickly.
You are without honor!
Remember Ardra, the lady on TNG that pretended to be the actual devil to claim a planet by contract? “I could give you a night that would light fire in your dreams until you die,” she offered Picard. Q could actually do that. Forget just shapeshifting into Troi, or dressing up as a prim and proper Englishwoman. Mere cosplay chicanery. Q could give you impossible experiences. Becoming the concept of orgasm. Geometrically impossible positions. Awareness of both bodies at once. The feeling of becoming a nebula and releasing all tension as you dissolve into the universe. Experiences beyond understanding that would shred your pitiful psyche, and you’d say thank you.
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