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4. (Nine).
Human scientists have alleviated the need for regular regeneraton for ex-Borg. It felt unnatural yet familiar, the dreams. Being prone was not quite familiar to me either. I could not rest efficiently in the chair they provided my quarters, so I had to sleep. I did successfully, though I woke up this morning and did not wish to leave my bed. Some oppressive mental force held me down. I was tired yet I had rested adequately.
I was alone. The Collective had not reached this planet though I had, albeit by force ...or humanitarian means. I could not hear the ever-present voices of the other Borg that had grown so familiar to me - friends... associates ...company. I sat upright in bed. My quarters have no windows. After some time the comm badge rang, requesting my presence. I managed to get up.
They asked me for suggestions on how to defeat the Borg. The subject matter was so utterly ironic that I actually laughed out loud. "You must adapt!" I said. The words suddenly had meaning for myself, too. I paused and composed myself.
"The Borg are not defeatable. The best one could hope for is to keep them subdued enough so they cannot expand. Resistance is futile so long as your combined might is insufficient to overcome their advances."
They asked me about Janeway and a queen? I was confused for a few moments -- knowledge of Janeway is common amongst Borg -- then I understood. "This queen you speak of is a figment of your imagination. She is merely a representative for the will of the Collective."
"Permit a digression " -- they did -- "your engineering practices (I have studied them) are inadequate. Killing a queen or her resident unimatrix is an inadequate precursor to Borg defeat. They will adapt. Any drone can be made such a designated representative for us. The collective consciousness and will cannot be eliminated unless you simultaneously eliminate any and all Borg installations."
After this they let me free in their installation. I found an observation room and sat beside the window looking at this planet. Humans scurried below in front of me, to and fro, going to whatever destinations they desired. I felt removed and separated from reality. It begun to be too much for me. I returned to my room and crawled into bed, staring at the wall, flicking between view aspects with my ocular implant.
Human scientists have alleviated the need for regular regeneraton for ex-Borg. It felt unnatural yet familiar, the dreams. Being prone was not quite familiar to me either. I could not rest efficiently in the chair they provided my quarters, so I had to sleep. I did successfully, though I woke up this morning and did not wish to leave my bed. Some oppressive mental force held me down. I was tired yet I had rested adequately.
I was alone. The Collective had not reached this planet though I had, albeit by force ...or humanitarian means. I could not hear the ever-present voices of the other Borg that had grown so familiar to me - friends... associates ...company. I sat upright in bed. My quarters have no windows. After some time the comm badge rang, requesting my presence. I managed to get up.
They asked me for suggestions on how to defeat the Borg. The subject matter was so utterly ironic that I actually laughed out loud. "You must adapt!" I said. The words suddenly had meaning for myself, too. I paused and composed myself.
"The Borg are not defeatable. The best one could hope for is to keep them subdued enough so they cannot expand. Resistance is futile so long as your combined might is insufficient to overcome their advances."
They asked me about Janeway and a queen? I was confused for a few moments -- knowledge of Janeway is common amongst Borg -- then I understood. "This queen you speak of is a figment of your imagination. She is merely a representative for the will of the Collective."
"Permit a digression " -- they did -- "your engineering practices (I have studied them) are inadequate. Killing a queen or her resident unimatrix is an inadequate precursor to Borg defeat. They will adapt. Any drone can be made such a designated representative for us. The collective consciousness and will cannot be eliminated unless you simultaneously eliminate any and all Borg installations."
After this they let me free in their installation. I found an observation room and sat beside the window looking at this planet. Humans scurried below in front of me, to and fro, going to whatever destinations they desired. I felt removed and separated from reality. It begun to be too much for me. I returned to my room and crawled into bed, staring at the wall, flicking between view aspects with my ocular implant.