"Computer, run Q one dash seven dash home," he said. A soft sound chimed
and the holodeck loaded a new program, replacing the lab with... A bedroom.
Q's bedroom, from when he'd been in university. A deeply private space for
him, recreated perfectly from memory. Everything from a tatty carpet, a
faint scent of takeaway and pot, a messy bed and piles of now out of date
tech and various other personal items.
Q had rebuilt everything here, from his laptop, to toys tucked under the
bed from his early years of sexual experimentation. The room was, in many
ways, his soul laid bare. He'd never shown it to anyone- Until now.
no subject
Q nodded, then cleared his throat.
"Computer, run Q one dash seven dash home," he said. A soft sound chimed and the holodeck loaded a new program, replacing the lab with... A bedroom. Q's bedroom, from when he'd been in university. A deeply private space for him, recreated perfectly from memory. Everything from a tatty carpet, a faint scent of takeaway and pot, a messy bed and piles of now out of date tech and various other personal items.
Q had rebuilt everything here, from his laptop, to toys tucked under the bed from his early years of sexual experimentation. The room was, in many ways, his soul laid bare. He'd never shown it to anyone- Until now.