Seven of Nine was taking a stroll on Earth. A young officer stopped her.

"Miss, could you help me with this broken tricorder?"

"I suggest you get an engineer," Seven replied coldly, and walked on.

Next, a lost woman stopped her.

"Miss, could you give me directions?"

"I suggest you get a map," Seven replied coldly, and walked on.

A bum stopped her.

"Miss, could you spare some change?"

"I suggest you get a job," Seven replied coldly.

The man said, "How about thief?" He pulled out a gun and blew her head off.

He walked away with her money.

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