Borg Poems - Poems about Borg

Resistance is futile We will add your biological diversity to ours The cubes are patrolling Our injected nano technology will change you We don’t eat be re-energise And unless we perceive a danger we won’t worry about you You will be added and changed All that will remain is the number designation we give to you We’ll take an eye but don’t be...

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Whilst watching Star Trek with Captain Picard They were fighting cyborgs in their universe marred The Borg fly their cube spaceships and look to destroy Federation Starships that against them deploy One thing that puzzles me with the Borg Do they have toilets especially designed for cyborgs? © Paul Warren Poetry...

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Learning but not understanding Touching but not feeling Seeing but not reaching Life is irrelevant Collectives are sufficient Futile for resistances As we are efficient But With my connection severed I am no member Now lost forever When I have regenerated I will be evaluated Then I will be assimilated Because I am Borg...

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In another plane of perception There is a doppelganger of me Who is disconnected from the hive And a lifetime of reacting Where I still my mind As I focus my intention And my understanding of boundaries Is honed almost to perfection Casting aside our creativity Over what we cannot change Placing a value on everything Judgments and prisons the same I view this current society As assimilated...

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The borg reached out calling Mr. Ed. He opened the eyes of his wired covered head… and he groped me… sent a strobe to probe me in my mind. I stood watching polite and in kind wondering if he knows who I am… To pick a brane that waves to man is to ride inside the soul of a woman. He opened...

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There's a deep space specie known as the Borg. A worthy adversary not to be ignored. They intend to assimilate our planet earth. When they succeed, none of us will have a shred of self worth. We'll all be drones, not individuals anymore. *Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's Out of this World Limericks! Contest. For more on the Borg, go here> BORG:...

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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,...

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