"A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away..."

"Well, actually, this galaxy right here, son. But it was a long time ago... or today. I keep losing track. Is the place in ruins?"

"Yeah, kinda does look a bit run down, Dad."

"Good. No Q wants to interefere with this galaxy's past, lest we change our history. No one should know of our origins but us."

Q continued his lesson, "So... it was such a quaint little sentence, but it meant so much to the people who saw them on those screens lo those many years ago. Little did they know that these 'movies', as silly as they may have been in many places to them, were NOT just an 'out of the blue' inspiration, a creation of a singular man, but were indeed, a docudrama of events that acutally transpired, and indeed had done so far away from the Milky Way, and eons in the past."

"Of course, these mental peasants still don't know what Lucas had done was in fact inspired by the very Force itself, a murmur of a time long past, of events that transpired, galaxy changing events... universe changing, as it happened... although I sometimes wonder about that Crusher child."

"Anyway. So you see, young q, he didn't come up with the tale... the tale happened upon him," said Q to his son.

q screwed up his face in concentration. "But... it didn't happen that way at all!"

"Well," said Q, "those humans don't have much crainial capacity, and back then were even less mentally evolved than they are in Auntie Janeway's time. Still, it was rather remarkable he got so much of it right, don't you think?"

q thought a moment, then begrudgingly said, "I suppose. It sure seemed a shame though, Dad. Our history, our evolution from coporeal beings... the Living Force and the Cosmic Force, our playroom, our home," q stated, then his face took on a disgusted look. "And all wasted on a 'science fiction' display."

Q smirked. "Indeed. And such a sad state of affairs that ol' George decided to hand over the reigns to his little enterprise like he did." He turned... wistful? "One wonders if he had actually kept making the 'movies' and not given up his control if he would have got to the end... as in 'today', if you will."

"Why... humans could be clued in that we were indeed, almost exactly like them, once... and my prophecy I spoke of to Jean-Luc that day might come to pass sooner..."

Then he snapped out of it. "But enough of that. And good thing too. What would their galaxy's inhabitants do if they could go back in time and across space? I'm sure they'd meddle in some way. Especially that Borg witch...."

Q then took on a brighter look. "I know! Let's go play with a nebula or two, and create new worlds, son. In..." He randomly pointed in a direction. "...that galaxy? That looks like it might be an interesting one to make something in. What do you say?"

q beamed up at his father. "Sure!"

And with a thought, they popped out of view.