My new fun pastime
Well, as you can see, I've caught up with myself.
A few thousand years ago (I think by the time systems mortals count by, it was only three or four, but really who can pay attention?), I noted that I'd found alternate iterations of myself, and in particular I wondered if q_tm might be my future self.
He was. I was. Oh, your language just is terrible at these concepts.
Anyway, for a while, I had completely forgotten that I used to use this primitive system to interact with mortals when my kid was too little for me to leave him for any length of time and too dangerous to mortals for me to bring him on any excursions. I ended up re-finding the system (this is what happens when you try very, very hard to avoid remembering all of eternity... things you'd have actually preferred to remember slip through the cracks too), and found this nifty nexus of... well, questions. With entities from all over the multiverse, answering the questions or having little snippets of their memories presented within the nexus as answers.
Here's the thing. I have explored the entire universe. Now that my son is an adolescent, he's not exactly fresh and new either. I need something new to learn. So I thought at first I'd check the place out because there might be something new to see, and then I started answering the questions because I dearly love the sound of my own voice, and then I discovered that I could use them as a tool to actually explore myself. I mean, the Q don't ask me deep probing questions and I'd just lie to them anyway if they did. There are a lot of things I discovered I never really think about myself unless someone actually asks me.
And then I answered a question which made me face the fact that in the long run, my existence will be utterly pointless and futile. Unless I die. In which case it will be equally pointless and futile but I won't necessarily live long enough to notice.
At this point I decided I was sick of introspection, and ran off to go do something more entertaining. And then my kid got old enough to start getting into *serious* trouble. And now I'm stuck babysitting him more or less full-time again, as part of a bargain I made with the Continuum to keep them from taking his powers away.
So... I consolidated my identities on this silly system, and here I am again. Miss me?
A few thousand years ago (I think by the time systems mortals count by, it was only three or four, but really who can pay attention?), I noted that I'd found alternate iterations of myself, and in particular I wondered if q_tm might be my future self.
He was. I was. Oh, your language just is terrible at these concepts.
Anyway, for a while, I had completely forgotten that I used to use this primitive system to interact with mortals when my kid was too little for me to leave him for any length of time and too dangerous to mortals for me to bring him on any excursions. I ended up re-finding the system (this is what happens when you try very, very hard to avoid remembering all of eternity... things you'd have actually preferred to remember slip through the cracks too), and found this nifty nexus of... well, questions. With entities from all over the multiverse, answering the questions or having little snippets of their memories presented within the nexus as answers.
Here's the thing. I have explored the entire universe. Now that my son is an adolescent, he's not exactly fresh and new either. I need something new to learn. So I thought at first I'd check the place out because there might be something new to see, and then I started answering the questions because I dearly love the sound of my own voice, and then I discovered that I could use them as a tool to actually explore myself. I mean, the Q don't ask me deep probing questions and I'd just lie to them anyway if they did. There are a lot of things I discovered I never really think about myself unless someone actually asks me.
And then I answered a question which made me face the fact that in the long run, my existence will be utterly pointless and futile. Unless I die. In which case it will be equally pointless and futile but I won't necessarily live long enough to notice.
At this point I decided I was sick of introspection, and ran off to go do something more entertaining. And then my kid got old enough to start getting into *serious* trouble. And now I'm stuck babysitting him more or less full-time again, as part of a bargain I made with the Continuum to keep them from taking his powers away.
So... I consolidated my identities on this silly system, and here I am again. Miss me?