(no subject)
2. (Nine)
It is a curious sensation. Having drastically reduced augmentations
carries with it the same feeling of empowerment than it did when I and
other Borg begun to augment themselves. We had once yearned to expand
our senses to greater than our individual bodies, to see with our own
eyes that which we could not see before, to do more with our own hands
that which we could not do before.
We acheived all this with our augmentations, and we were contented for
a time. We were impervious to illness, our already advanced scientific
and mathematical knowledge grew. Our civilization prospered, yet the
idyll was tempered by large populations which had the viewpoint that
Species 1 was inferior to us, and that which was inferior was to be
destroyed. Thus the War begun.
I do not have clear memories before the start of the augmentations,
but what I remember appears to have higher optical gamma properties
(Borg optical implants, I have been told, modify optical properties
slightly when tuned to the visual light portion spectrum).
The first memory that is not fragmented is approximately 3.34623 x
1051 Planck time units from the point in time when I was
born. I was in Educational Facility 388. The instructor was teaching
us about complex numbers and their implications in the linear
factorization of arbitrary polynomials.
Seismic disturbances had begun to shake the building. From outside the
window, black chevrons darted across the sky. I stared out the window
at the fleet making its way across the sky and then reducing in size
to become invisible. All of the other students had turned back to the
instructor, yet I could not look away from the window, contemplating
what the figures in the sky were, and what they were doing.
Later I learned that these were Borg fighter ships, engaging Species 1
in another chapter of the unending War.
It is a curious sensation. Having drastically reduced augmentations
carries with it the same feeling of empowerment than it did when I and
other Borg begun to augment themselves. We had once yearned to expand
our senses to greater than our individual bodies, to see with our own
eyes that which we could not see before, to do more with our own hands
that which we could not do before.
We acheived all this with our augmentations, and we were contented for
a time. We were impervious to illness, our already advanced scientific
and mathematical knowledge grew. Our civilization prospered, yet the
idyll was tempered by large populations which had the viewpoint that
Species 1 was inferior to us, and that which was inferior was to be
destroyed. Thus the War begun.
I do not have clear memories before the start of the augmentations,
but what I remember appears to have higher optical gamma properties
(Borg optical implants, I have been told, modify optical properties
slightly when tuned to the visual light portion spectrum).
The first memory that is not fragmented is approximately 3.34623 x
1051 Planck time units from the point in time when I was
born. I was in Educational Facility 388. The instructor was teaching
us about complex numbers and their implications in the linear
factorization of arbitrary polynomials.
Seismic disturbances had begun to shake the building. From outside the
window, black chevrons darted across the sky. I stared out the window
at the fleet making its way across the sky and then reducing in size
to become invisible. All of the other students had turned back to the
instructor, yet I could not look away from the window, contemplating
what the figures in the sky were, and what they were doing.
Later I learned that these were Borg fighter ships, engaging Species 1
in another chapter of the unending War.