Event Horizon

When in Rome....

Being made of complete cosmic energy doesn't mean I can't enjoy a cup of coffee. Indeed, it's one of the few things on yours planet that is oppositely charged from me. While I prefer the taste of a sun (what you would a hot meal), coffee is a very close second. It has always been rather saddening to tell the baristas on Earth that I just want a plain black coffee, no sugar or creamer, since I cannot ingest anything else. I have always wanted to try a blueberry scone or a latte. I have heard that they are extremely delectable.

No matter. This rich taste was gratifying enough.

I sipped the beverage while staring out across the Trevi Plaza, one of my favorite places to be on this planet. Though I'm not sure why it's my favorite; perhaps because of the god motifs on the fountain. It amuses me how the humans had once worshipped the heavens as gods and even gone so far to find faces in the meaningless patterns of stars. Well, here I am. What you would have called a god. Infinite power at my finger tips. And all I am doing is drinking coffee and watching tourists flip coins into a fountain.

An amused smile flitted over my lips while I watched people gawp at the baroque architecture as if it was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. None of them had ever seen a diamond planet, white holes, or the birth of a star, so their lack of knowledge on true beauty could be forgiven.

Astronomical phenomena aside, Earth did have some rather charming places. It was a very unique planet since all the other earth-like environments had not evolved to this extent. For example, the view from Everest was fascinating, as were the redwood trees in California. Yet architecture was truly the most intriguing. Since my own home is technically whatever space I occupy, there is never any reason to build. Seeing your wonders like the Forbidden Palace, the Kremlin, the Great Pyramids (or any pyramids in general, ziggurats, etc), and the Trump Tower are quite refreshing. Though I must admit Frank Lloyd Wright is my favorite of all your earthly architects. His use of geometric shapes and patterns was truly ahead of his time. He was close to breaking some of the universe's laws about shapes and how they fit into space. In fact, some of his geometry, had he paired himself with a theoretical physicist, could have helped the further research into string theory...

"Ah, how are you....what are you calling yourself these days? Still Q?" asked a voice to my left, interrupting my mulling over the decision to go to America to take a tour of Wright's Robbie House.

"Yes," I said slowly, placing my cup into it's saucer and motioning for the voice to sit at my right, "I am called Q here. And I would recognize that voice anywhere. How are you doing A062-00?"

A plain looking man eased his way around to sit in the alfresco table chair opposite of me. "On Earth I go by Jakob Bartsch." He ran a hand through his dusky brown hair and stared at me with dull brown eyes.

"Well then. How are you Jakob?"

"I am doing well. Still living in Monoceros, feeding every once in a while. It's quite the star cluster, you should really pop in for a visit sometime, you're looking a bit...empty here." He said as he took in my own nondescript face, medium brown hair, and flat grey eyes.

I mumbled a vague excuse about being busy, trying to end the conversation as quickly as it had started. A062-00 was a caste below me, a Stellar Black Hole, but one of the most ambitious bastards I had ever met. He had taken on the human traits of sly and cunning, becoming as ruthless as a Supermassive Black Hole. Even if my species was not designed to hate each other, I probably would have hated him anyways.