"A Choice"
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek: Voyager. Paramount owns it.
This is a story about Naomi Wildman. After a while of feeling neglected and not feeling a purpose in life. She decided to take the only action she had left. Where she thought she would have purpose.
Naomi Wildman entered the Borg cube's primary assimilation chamber. She looked around until she heard the collective's unified voice.
"State your designation", said the Borg collective.
"I am Naomi Wildman", said Naomi.
"State your purpose here", said the collective.
"I wish to serve the collective", said Naomi.
"You will be assimilated", said the collective.
"That is what I want", said Naomi.
She walked over to the table in the middle of the room. She voluntarily laid down on the table as the Borg drones surrounding her secured her to the table. She saw one Borg drone stand over her. The drone used a cutting tool to cut a small port in her forehead above her right temple. They then worked on it so that it could house her primary cortical node. Then the drone held a cylindrical object above her. It was the cortical node. She watched as the drone lowered it into place above her right temple. She felt it slide into place. The drone's then began to work on her left eye. They replaced part of it with an Ocular implant. She felt all the implants being attached to her. Finally the last implant that was put it, the neural transceiver was activated. She was connected to the collective. She could hear the voices and thoughts of millions. Her assimilation was complete. She finally had a purpose now. She was no longer the weak, inefficient and unsure Naomi Wildman. She was something more. She was 3 of 12, third adjunct of unimatrix 913. She received her orders from the collective. First she was to regenerate in her new alcove, then help process newly assimilated data. She walked in the familiar zombie-like way that Borg walk to her regeneration alcove. She walked up to it and connected up to it. She