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Newsgroups: alt.fan.q
Subject: NEW: A Fate Worse Than Death
From: jjarrow@aol.com (JJ ARROW)
Date: 8 Mar 1996 07:47:38 -0500

Here's a little alternate "Deja Q" vignette, that I thought you guys might
find amusing.


    A Fate Worse Than Death



    The mental voices of the Continnuum murmured -
 - *Should we let him choose his new form? I mean, he'll be in this thing
for the rest of his life. Perhaps he should pick the species, the shape? I
mean, don't you think he should get a *choice*? 
    ....Then again..... naaaahhhh. *


    Q blinked, and Realization smacked him upside the head. He was mortal.
He had been a bad little Q, and now they had made him mortal. 
    He ran a trembling hand over the back of his head, wondering what form
they had given him. It was bald. He swallowed. *Oh no,*  he thought in
despair, *they've turned me into Picard.* 
    They had *not* turned him into Picard. Picard's eyesight wasn't *this*
good. Come to think, his new eyesight was extraordinary. Perhaps this was
becasue his eyeballs were now huge, and perfectly round. 
    He looked down at his white t-shirt, and couldn't see his toes. He was
fat. "A mortal lifespan and clogged arteries," he muttered, glancing at
the ceiling. "Thank you *sooo* much." His rotund stomach growled. He was
hungry. 
 Leaning back against a wall with a sigh, he stared at his hands. *His*
hands. Forever. They were bright yellow, and had four stubby fingers that
were all the same length. 
    Yellow?
    His eyes widened in horror, and he reached for the mirror.
    "DOH!" yelled Q.



Heee hee. The End.