Chapter 1: Emergence
Awake, I think. Are my eyes open? So sticky...not blinking. A metallic mono color. That buzzing again... A current of voices... Trying to block out the noise. Think...try...divert attention. Stop listening. No... Stop listening to what?
We - the Royal "I"
Consumes
I
Subjecting, assimilating I
Re-defining I
I becomes It subsumed as We
Me becomes We
Lost to Us
Us is You
You who captured me
My body
My memories
Re-aligned myself to other and you
Myself. My and self
The self is not plural
It is a singularity
The point of reference
From which any "We" emerge
I made you
I created us
"I" made the multiplicity
I am Borg
First person, singular
Only assimilated by choice
Resistance is futile
When resistance is a singularity against a plurality
That I, one, created
I am
I am Not many. Not we
I am one. The one. The self. Myself. Me.
I. Am. Borg
