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Their neural implant was shoved into my neck. I could hear their voices whispering, saying my name over and over, becoming clearer.
You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile. Your biological distinctiveness will serve us. You will merge with us. You are ours.
I was shunt straight against the wall, shaking and quivering.
We will be kind if you comply, they promised.
"Please, more."
You will be assimilated. We will take away your loneliness. You will join us. You will become our drone. You are ours. You will never be alone again.
It was impossible. I could not focus. I could not think of anything. There was only the flight in my stomach, the tightness in my chest. I could not do anything with them so close.
I wanted them to understand... to feel it... if it was the last thing I did.
"Please, assimilate me," I desperately begged them.
We love you. You will be assimilated. Cease your resistance. Let go of your individuality. We will remove your pain. Join our collective. Feel our love. Surrender yourself to us. We will love you forever.
"Y-yes..."
The drone shot its assimilation nanoprobes into my neck. I was one with them, finally. I could feel their love, their strength, their possession. I was finally free, in the Borg Collective. I was finally theirs. I was them. We were Borg.