I recorded this one back in 2012.
Seven of Nine is a fully enhanced and implanted Borg, though willingly and peacefully separated from the Hive, at the approval of the Hive. She is allowed to possess and maintain her own sentience and the memories of her entire existence.
She is dreaming. A dream that starts with her enjoying the life of her parents. Alive. Breathing. Smiling. Happy. The dream spirals downward into the successive attack on her parent's planet by the Borg. There are explosions everywhere. Men, women and children running in every direction. Her father resolved to staying at their facility. After the machines break through the door, the fear grips her. She is entrenched, hiding behind a desk in the corner of a room while she watches as her parents are forcibly injected. Her mind tightens, tears burning down her face as they slowly transform, screaming in subdued agony.
They eventually capture her and she is put through an accelerated growth process and ultimate conversion. The feeling of each cell's alteration is a waking nightmare. The neurons of flesh articulating as each cell is altered and pieces of hardware grown into them.
She is awoken by her door buzzer and her mind doesn't yet fully comprehend the emotions that would normally come because of a dream of this nature. A man walks in without waiting for her approval stating simply, "Get up, we have work to do."
As they're walking through a shuttle promenade, she garnishes the attention of everyone around them. Accompanied by a Borg, tethering her along like a pet, is like harboring a fleet of zombies. You can feel the discomfort of everyone in the air. Their gazes shake. They feel they cannot look without increasing their discomfort, yet their curiosity and unease brings about many staring eyes.
Then the realization of her dreams comes to fruition. Her mind breaks down and her body crumbles to its knees under the weight of her emomtions. She's weeping. Flailing. Screaming. Moaning. The air teeters between great unease and hysteria. The pedestrians start questioning her presence in an audible manner.
"What are you doing with that thing?"
"How could you bring something so unsafe around here?"
"Why hasn't that thing been put out of its misery?"
"Oh my god, it's going to kill us all, isn't it?!?"
To which he exclaims, "It is quite ok, she's _trained_!"
She is no longer an emotional paradigm. No. Now she's pissed off. "I am not an animal!" As she rises to her feet, hands clenched, her eyes dripping with tears; now possessing a look of intense ferocity. She almost feels betrayed.
The dream had a second "layer", if you will... the below is what happened in it:
Rick from The Walking Dead had her as a pet of sorts and she was a having a moment involving a more realistic response to the realization, her mind's attempts at comprehending the slaughter of people and the loss of her parents at the hands of the Borg. I recall them walking through a promenade of sorts. Visually it replicated many airports I've been through. She started yelling and crying; the guy tried comforting her. She made flirty passes at him for comforting her, but then he was adamant about having a perfect relationship already. "How could you know that you'll not end up like my parents? They were married for over twenty years," she exclaims, worsening her feelings of lost. "I don't know, I can't compare myself to anything I've not known. It's just a gut feeling I have about her and I." Then they laughed after mentioning they would have no real way of pairing or mating. Her lady parts were obstructed by implants. There was this part where he was carrying her during his counsel of her predicament and he commented that she weighed almost 400 pounds. It made her stop crying and laugh, she responded, "I'll try not to take that personally." As if machinery were to her what fat is to humans.
Seven of Nine is a fully enhanced and implanted Borg, though willingly and peacefully separated from the Hive, at the approval of the Hive. She is allowed to possess and maintain her own sentience and the memories of her entire existence.
She is dreaming. A dream that starts with her enjoying the life of her parents. Alive. Breathing. Smiling. Happy. The dream spirals downward into the successive attack on her parent's planet by the Borg. There are explosions everywhere. Men, women and children running in every direction. Her father resolved to staying at their facility. After the machines break through the door, the fear grips her. She is entrenched, hiding behind a desk in the corner of a room while she watches as her parents are forcibly injected. Her mind tightens, tears burning down her face as they slowly transform, screaming in subdued agony.
They eventually capture her and she is put through an accelerated growth process and ultimate conversion. The feeling of each cell's alteration is a waking nightmare. The neurons of flesh articulating as each cell is altered and pieces of hardware grown into them.
She is awoken by her door buzzer and her mind doesn't yet fully comprehend the emotions that would normally come because of a dream of this nature. A man walks in without waiting for her approval stating simply, "Get up, we have work to do."
As they're walking through a shuttle promenade, she garnishes the attention of everyone around them. Accompanied by a Borg, tethering her along like a pet, is like harboring a fleet of zombies. You can feel the discomfort of everyone in the air. Their gazes shake. They feel they cannot look without increasing their discomfort, yet their curiosity and unease brings about many staring eyes.
Then the realization of her dreams comes to fruition. Her mind breaks down and her body crumbles to its knees under the weight of her emomtions. She's weeping. Flailing. Screaming. Moaning. The air teeters between great unease and hysteria. The pedestrians start questioning her presence in an audible manner.
"What are you doing with that thing?"
"How could you bring something so unsafe around here?"
"Why hasn't that thing been put out of its misery?"
"Oh my god, it's going to kill us all, isn't it?!?"
To which he exclaims, "It is quite ok, she's _trained_!"
She is no longer an emotional paradigm. No. Now she's pissed off. "I am not an animal!" As she rises to her feet, hands clenched, her eyes dripping with tears; now possessing a look of intense ferocity. She almost feels betrayed.
The dream had a second "layer", if you will... the below is what happened in it:
Rick from The Walking Dead had her as a pet of sorts and she was a having a moment involving a more realistic response to the realization, her mind's attempts at comprehending the slaughter of people and the loss of her parents at the hands of the Borg. I recall them walking through a promenade of sorts. Visually it replicated many airports I've been through. She started yelling and crying; the guy tried comforting her. She made flirty passes at him for comforting her, but then he was adamant about having a perfect relationship already. "How could you know that you'll not end up like my parents? They were married for over twenty years," she exclaims, worsening her feelings of lost. "I don't know, I can't compare myself to anything I've not known. It's just a gut feeling I have about her and I." Then they laughed after mentioning they would have no real way of pairing or mating. Her lady parts were obstructed by implants. There was this part where he was carrying her during his counsel of her predicament and he commented that she weighed almost 400 pounds. It made her stop crying and laugh, she responded, "I'll try not to take that personally." As if machinery were to her what fat is to humans.
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