Do you remember that one Star Trek episode where Q gives Riker the powers of the Q?
If that were to ever happen to me, losing all grip on reality and sanity would only be step one.
This whole thought process came about when I was watching "Harvey Birdman: Attorney At Law" on DVD. One of the judges in the series is a green skinned man who looks a lot like a beefed up "Green Goblin" from Spider Man who goes by the name "Mentok - The Mind Taker." He starts out in the series as being a super-psychic who "takes the mind," and then in the beginning of the second season he is quite capable of doing ANYTHING. Traveling through electricity, clairvoyance, teleportation, impossible physical contortions, extreme psychokinesis, the list goes on and on.
Towards the end of the second season, the writers introduced a new rival prosecutor to the series. He looks like a tall, evil leprechaun, complete with the bald head, bushy red beard and mustache, the tiny black bowler hat, and a really, really freaking evil glare. And his name is "Shado - The Mind Thief."
Even without seeing the episode, you already know that there's going to be a showdown between the two. When it finally comes down, the two perform the most outrageous displays of power in order to one-up the other.
I wouldn't even need a rival to one-up in order to perform the most outrageous displays of power. If you've got it - USE IT. I would have my floor lights float around with me, doubling as an extra source of light and as my new stainless steel handlebar mustache. I would pretty much be teleporting new sets of clothing on my person every minute - with absolutely no regard as to how they look, whether they're part of the same suit, or if for that matter they're even part of the same time period.
Dachshunds will fly in my presence. My personal minion (different, and lower status than any of my Inner Circle) will have a reinforced skeleton and a cybernetic arm with a fist the size of a sofa. It will be made out of titanium and tungsten, levitated by anti-gravity discs, and propelled by twin Rolls Royce jet engines. His name will be "Sledgefist." I will start a magazine with the name, "Pants," and never once will the word ever be used in any article; for any reason. I will have the writers and editors go out of their ways to make certain the word is never used.
I would also have to fling knives around, with near reckless abandon. And, just to top it off - I would make my body completely frictionless. Because the need to eat, sleep, and breathe are now purely optional, the whole frictionless part could take me to some interesting places.
All that, plus floating upside down as my means of transportation should ensure that I am never bored.
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