"Get your useless behinds in here!" came the voice which belonged to a man with eyes golden like fire, and skin tinted a pale yellow. This was no man however, but in all actuality a sophisticated android built by famed cyberneticist Doctor Noonien Soong. His name was Lore, and in this badly written fangirl's fantasy, he is quite attracted to the Borg and their shiny metal asses.
As in all badly written slash fiction, one of the male characters will fall in love with and then have buttsex with Lore. If you guessed Epsilon, give yourself a pat on the back and five pathetic fangirl points. If you guessed someone else, slap yourself across the face, do two hundred pushups, and come back when you know the foundations of slash fiction.
Right, now we can continue. The two drones hauled ass back to the construct in which they, Lore, and about fifty other drones dwelled. Something to do with galactic domination or something, but we're getting a little off track now, aren't we? Lore approached the male of the two Borg, Epsilon.
"I really appreciate what you're doing around here," stated Lore in an almost completely sincere tone of voice.
"Th-Thank you." Epsilon forced out. Lore had never talked to him before, that, and Lore's choice of clothing was particuarly stimulating, the tight black fabric accentuating every angle, every perfectly crafted muscular bulge, like a work of art to rival even the great Michealangelo, at least, that was Epsilon's impression of him.