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Q was perpetually curious, even in jail, and so asked, "Got a name? I used to know a few commanders from around North America."
The guard who called himself Tower responded, "Ambrose."
From Tower's position, he couldn't see what response registered on Q's face, but he noted particularly the pause between his announcement and Q's response, "Yes. That's one of the ones I knew. And I think you are right on all those counts."
Before Tower could say anything more, Q began walking slowly, but with great resolve, towards the shaft that led to the cells. He proceeded directly to his own cell, which shut after scanning him to be sure the correct prisoner had entered. He then sat still for a few hours, staring into the metal work of his desk.
Days passed, during which Q kept a very low profile. He actually tried his best to be semi-sociable with the other prisoners, so not to stand out as a loner. That was how he met John and Dowe.
Q had just finished a rather awkward and completely non-intellectually stimulating conversation with a group of the more violent prisoners, and was looking for less dangerous company. He approached two older men who were always together, curious what it was that kept them together at all times.
Before he could even greet them the white-haired one, John, called to him, "Hey, Q, glad to finally make your acquaintance."
Q, who had no desire to have his name shouted across the yard, hurried to meet them. He felt at a disadvantage, since apparently this odd pair knew him and he didn't know them yet. He answered as friendly as he could manage, "Hello. I do not believe I have been pleased with your acquaintance yet."
Dowe answered, "Few are pleased to make our acquaintance," with a nudge to his buddy and a wink to their latest comrade.
Q smiled quizzically at the first bit of humor he had heard since arriving on the island, barring the unrepeatable ones that would never count as jokes in polite company.
John resumed speaking, "I suppose then that you're curious about us? Well, I will give you the inside story. We are super heroes, locked down here because the United got jealous. I have the ability to control the weather, and Dowe over there can turn anything into a big red rubber bouncy ball if he tries real hard while shaking his fist at the subject item. After we accidentally turned a commander's car into rubber and dumped rain on him as soon as he managed to get out, that's when they booked us in here."
Q had no response to this story. Dowe took over, "It took them quite a while to finally lock us up. See, they discovered our sole weakness was concrete. Any time it's in our field of vision, we completely lose control of our special powers."
John continued the banter, "For a while they tried to get us to tell how we got the powers, but we never would, and eventually, we forgot, too."
Q had had enough of the ridiculous conversation, and so sought to undo them, "I see. Would you care to explain why you do not just close your eyes and turn the wall into a big, red, rubber bouncy ball?"
John and Dowe looked at each other for a moment, then laughed, and John replied, "Man, no one ever found a logical flaw in that story... maybe if we change how our weakness works more people will believe it." He finished with a nudge to Dowe and a wink to Q.
Q sat speechless. This pair was oddly winsome, despite the fact that their conversation was even less intellectually stimulating than the last one. Indeed, what they said seemed to be causing the brains to spill out of Q's ears, a concept which, itself, was revoltingly unintelligent to Q's mind.
John turned the conversation around, "How about a deal, Q? You tell us your story and we'll give you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
Q considered this option, but was at the moment unwilling to divulge his background. "My apologies, but I cannot do that at this moment."
So Dowe responded, "Alright then, I guess we'll just have to tell our story anyway then."