"And here you are picking up poop with a stick!" I heard a familiar voice belonging to Q.
I look up frozen in place.
"...Q?" I said.
There stood Q, the guy from the Q Continuum, wearing a black and red Star Trek uniform along with the Captain's pin. He seems to be rather disgusted by what I am doing to be responsible.
"Yes," Q said. "That I am."
"You are not suppose to be here!" I said. "You are fictional!"
"I am quite aware of that," Q said, with a smile.
I grew dumbfounded.
"What?" I ask.
"I am quite aware that I am fictional in your universe, young lady," Q said
I raise a brow.
"You should be with Junior," I said. "As part of the agreement you have."
Q snickers folding his arms.
"Oh, he's close by," Q said. "I have an offer for you."
I stare at Q for a great while.
"The guy who no one trusts has an offer for me?" I said. "You are kidding me."
"Well, I am being honest," Q said. "I have seen your boring life and read all of your stories; no matter their quality."
I feel a sense of pride.
"Ah,um,er," I said. "The offer."
"Right, you are an awkward girl," Q said. "I give you a gift. To be on the Enterprise for a week as an android."
"A week?" I ask.
"Yes, one week," Q said.
I rub my chin.
"A week is going to be long in this realm," I said.
"Trust me, everything is going to be in limbo until you return," Q said. "You can leave the world of Star Trek by choice after the week is up."
"How do I leave Star Trek?" I ask.
"By dying," Q said.
"So..." I said. "Where do we begin?"
Q unfolds his arms.
"I thought you would never ask," Q said.