A/N : This is based on me and my friends being weird on a chat room. And sorry about the Michael Jackson joke if offends anyone.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Trek.
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Dylan, a crazy teenager, is waiting for his genius friend Allen to get online.
"Where is that nerd?"
An incoming voice message from an unknown source comes onto the Instant Messenger.
"We are the plague that haunts your instant messenger."
"Huh?"
"We are the Borg. Lower your shields and prepare to be assimilated."
"AH!"
"Resistance is futile." One of the voices continued after this, "Mwahahahahahaha!"
"I'm not resisting," Dylan said, "The Borg are awesome! I wanna join!"
"We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own!"
"Um…. Cool!"
"You will die!"
"My memory will live on in the Borg computer mind, or whatever it's called, and be used to conquer my race." He said with glee. "YAY!"
The two Borg, now inside his house, stared at him.
"I want a cool Borg name! Like, um…. Bob!"
"How about two of eight?"
"Huh?"
"That's how the Borg do names."
"Okay."
"WE ARE THE BORG!"
Dylan thought for a moment. "I changed my mind. The Borg is gay." He then shot them with a phaser.
"We…. Will…. Adapt."
"And I am not really Dylan, I am…." He pulled off the mask of the teen to reveal…. "Q!"
"No." The Borg insisted, "You're Michael Jackson."
"Michael Jackson is already IN the Borg!" Q insisted. "That's why you've been taking such an interest in adding young males lately!"
"Then why are we trying to assimilate YOU?"
"Because I'm an all-powerful being and with me, you can do anything."
"Like, Look at…. Little boys?"
"Ha! I knew that you added Michael Jackson!" Q said.
"WE ARE THE BORG! WE ARE IN ERROR! We aaaaarrrreee" they started to make a dying noise, "the BOOOooooorrrggg."
"Too easy. And I'm not really Q. I'm…." he pulled off another mask. "Dylan! A little confusion, and reverse psychology, worked."
Meanwhile, at a near by Starship….
An Ensign was looking at the radar. "Captain, the Borgs are dying."
"Really? Who did it?" replied the captain.
"Some teenager named Dylan."
The captain paused for a few second.
"Awesome."
Back on Earth….
"Okay," Dylan said, "Now that that's over…. Q!"
Q came walking in wearing a waiter's uniform and carrying pizza. "I HAD to make that bet with him!"
"Shuttup, Immortal slave!"
Ha! PWN'd by a geek!
Anyway, next chapter will be up soon!