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| Voyager is like The Collective. Efficiency and relevance are my gods, the gods of the crew, though they do not understand this; they never will. The crew are drones, minding their tasks with precision and arrogance, supreme in the knowledge that they are superior, greater, better� better than everyone else, everything else. Recreation was not needed in The Collective, our thoughts were one, we did not need speech and activities to unite us; the Hive Mind is a tighter Collective than Voyager, made so by years of revision and expansion; Voyager is The Collective�s past As in The Collective, I am separate, one; part of the whole, yet set apart, marked, and avoided. I was the Queen�s drone. We had a collective of two, inaccessible to the drones, a sub-neural-link that coincided with our connection to the Hive; they could not hear us, but they knew. Emotions did not exist for drones, but I was not simply a drone. I was the Queen�s drone. I now am Janeway�s drone, we exist in a collective of two; they cannot hear us, but they know. Set apart, marked, and avoided. Voyager is like The Collective. The Queen shall do no wrong; if anyone dare suggest otherwise they will be dealt with. The Borg Queen gave out pain, Voyager�s Queen deals out isolation. I sit in the Brig in silence; the familiarity of this pattern I exist in calms my nerves. I hear her footfalls strongly and steadily, I look up from my thoughts and she is there. My internal chronometer reads 1900 hours, as I knew it would; Voyager�s Queen has never kept me waiting. The force field is lowered with three gentle taps of her fingers, the same hands that could kill a traitor or bring me screams of pleasure. She looks up to meet me, her eyes hold tears. My Borg hand rises to wipe her tears away and Voyager�s Queen kisses my fingertips then holds me tightly, clinging to me as if I had been lost to her forever. �I missed you Seven, oh God� don�t make me do that again.� She whispers incoherently, �I love you, I love you, I love you�� And then she sobs. Voyager is not The Collective. �I will never leave you Kathryn.� And it is true. �I love you." -Fin- |
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