Heraclius shuffled down the corridor. Two drones flanked him, making sure he didn't escape. As the entered the Borg Queen's chamber, he took a deep breath. He might never come out again, at least, not as a human. The drones strapped him to a small table and left the room. Heraclius heard a noise. The Queen's organic half descended from the ceiling into a body unit.

"Greetings, Heraclius." she whispered.

"No matter what you do, you'll never assimilate me!" Heraclius protested.

"Do not be afraid. We strive for perfection." reassured the Queen's voice.

"Perfection? You won't fool me!" cried Heraclius.

"No? Let's see how you feel in a minute." announced the Queen.

The restraints holding Heraclius down loosened, and he began to think he was free, but as soon as the assimilation drones marched through the door, all hope was lost.

Heraclius closed his eyes, and waited for the inevitable.