By Erin_Cale
Disclaimer: See first part.
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Seven of Nine wandered the hallways of the Andromeda Ascendant, her cortical implant memorizing her path so that she wouldn�t get lost. Observing the Netizchean from earlier in her way, she slowed down.
�What are you?� Tyr asked. �I know you�re not human, at least not completely.�
�I was a Borg.�
�Meaning?�
�A race of biomechanoids that assimilate members of different species against their will in order to achieive perfection.�
�All right. So why did you say �were�?�
�Because Captain Janeway liberated me. The only reason that I have some Borg components still inside me is because I cannot live without them.�
�So you are weak then? Your life depends on having machinery in your body?�
Seven�s anger flared, an emotion she rarely expressed. �If I am weak for that reason, then you are weak for depending on your organs.�
Tyr, unwilling to admit even verbal defeat, changed the subject. �Why are you away from the others?�
�None of your business.� Seven pushed her way past Tyr.
�It is.� The simple sentence made her stop and turn around. �I don�t know you. You could be dangerous.�
�You want to know? All right. I had a fight with one of those people who is right now talking with Captain Janeway. I would rather not see him. Satisfied?� Without waiting for an answer, she turned and continued on her way.
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