Borg: Seven of Nine
Seven of Nine was her designation.
She no longer had a name.
She was now just one drone, part of a super massive growing nation.
Life as she knew it would never ever again be the same.
Her life as an individual would be no more.
She was now assimilated. She was now a Borg.
The Borg are cyborgs basically,
a biological, cybornetical specie of unique technology.
They are a radiation adapted branch of many specie.
The Borg conquer, assimilate and incorporate as their own
the conquered's technology and biology, then the conquered are made drones.
Each drone's consciousness is linked collectively
through out the entire Borg's super massive, ever growing society.
The Borg are 100,000 fold more adapted for survival and strategy.
A collective consciousness is most effective apparently.
Many have escaped the Borg but none have ever beaten them.
It's always retreat or surrender. You just can't win.
All who encounter the Borg are always "greeted" in the very same style.
"We Are The Borg! You Will Be Assimilated! Resistence Is Futile!"
The Borg may very well at some time be our future superior race
as they continue to conquer more societies
through out our many infinite gallaxies
out there in outer space.
Anaka, (now BORG: Seven of Nine), from planet earth was on a research deep space mission
when she encountered the Borg and fell victim to her ultimate submission.
The Borg now know all of her knowledge and memory.
In short, the Borg are now very much aware of you and me.
I've this question to pose to all of you. Take it for what it is worth.
What are we all going to do
when the Borg arrive here eventually to
assimulate planet earth?
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