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This
drone has found the distinction of "self" in the field. This will be my
final report to the collective. From this moment on my designation
is Borgerella. May "god" have mercy on their souls... Self-determination was achieved at Death Guild. This one (at the time) was observing the wild humans in one of their bizarre rituals, "Halloween" Again, there was a "contest" and this drone was selected from the huge linear configuration of humans waiting to get inside to participate in the festivities. The act of being selected as unique was enough to make my distinction apparent from the rest of the collective. In these circumstances, with my augmentations, I was quite different from everyone around me. The new arm made this one proud. It camouflaged the "vibrator" nicely. These humans were much more docile when such implements were employed. Guns seemed somehow counterproductive to harvesting this newfound source of humanity. I needed to add to the collective but why was this again? So
this dro… I made my way inside and found an appropriate "beverage"
to blend in as best I could. The "music" was much more synchronistic with
my implants. I found the meter of the poet or "singer" to be pleasing. This
was "Gothic," I gathered with my superior hearing. These people looked less
healthy for the most part, all of them (almost) were very pale with dark
circles around their eyes like the walking dead -- but somehow they still
moved. Where they Borgi? I made a cursory scan. They were not augmented such as I. This may be a superior source for assimilation. All systems to maximum gain and recording... So I was pulled onto the stage with various other interesting specimens from the crowd. The master of ceremonies introduced us one by one and when I crossed the stage I showed off my pneumatic tail. It was a new augmentation. There were various looks among the other specimens. One girl looked like the walking dead even more than most. She was quite convincing. There was a man with no hair and a geometric grid of perpendicular lines of "nails" all over his head. I had consumed the same visage on the DVD Hellraiser: it was almost a perfect replica. I took notice. Then there was "Ash" from Evil Dead and Army of Darkness -- he was über, in this drones eye. Then there was a toxic green bunny that looked pretty twisted; Harley Quin and Poison Ivy from the Gothic novel Batman were batting clean up. They
asked the crowd and got us down to three "contestants" I, the rogue drone
Borgerella, the green "Frank" the bunny and "Pinhead". The announcer said
the winner gets a dinner for two with Paul Nathan as well as cash. I was
intrigued. I knew this wild human. I needed to tag this one for further
observation. The dinner would be the perfect opportunity. So it was a dinner
for two with Paul Nathan. Who could I bring, I wondered? So, long drone report short, I won -- but I gained more than a repast and their barbaric "money." I won the distinction of being different from the rest of the teeming mass of organisms I saw before me. I was Borgerella. Long may I function in peace, love and lust? Most importantly lust. That bio-chemical reaction would be studied in a very non-linear fashion. In fact the neural shunt to my cerebral cortex was an excellent source of bootleg pleasure. So now I get in free at Death Guild for one year as part of my prize. This seems to be where fetish is born for some of these wild humans. It's the first step on the ride to total perversion. Actually, it is just a really cool club with open-minded people. I will enjoy experiencing self-determination here. I hope the collective can function without this one drone. After all I was only one synapse in the giant mind that is the Borg. Call me a free radical. One day I hope to understand these humans and feel a different kind of belonging. So ends my report on Planet PX-1138, which will forever more be known to me as Earth. (Note to "self": I must monitor the Borgi's progress across the galaxy and prepare the wild humans subliminally somehow. I will find my first recruit for assimilation soon.
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