--- Several Months Later – December 24th, to be exact, On The Cube ---
'Twas the night before Assimilation Day,
And all through the Cube,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even the bionetic implants.
The martini glasses were set by the shuttlebay with care,
In hopes that the Great Borg soon would be there.
The drones were nestled all snug in their alcoves,
While visions of screaming, innocent people danced in their heads.
And the Borg Queen in her bodysuit, and Janeway in her bionetic hardware;
Had just settled down for an efficiently timed regeneration cycle.
When out in the docking bay there arose such a clatter,
Janeway disengaged from her alcove to see what was the matter.
Away to the shuttlebay she marched with conviction,
waited for the automatic door to open and walked through (this isn't fiction).
The starlight on the metal of the new-polished floor,
Brightened the room as if it was a disco.
When, what to her wondering visual sensors should appear,
But a tiny Type 1 shuttle, pulled by eight assimilated reindeer!
With a little old pilot so lively and quick,
She knew in a moment it couldn't be the Great Borg.
"What are you doing here? Where's the Great Borg?" Janeway shouted at the man.
"Don't hurt me! The Great Borg is sick, and I'm the replacement."
"Impostor! You're gonna be assimilated, you are!" said Janeway, pointing her finger at him.
"No, no, it's true, he's really quite sick!"
But Janeway wouldn't listen, she assimilated Saint Nick.
'Twas the night before Assimilation Day,
And all through the Cube,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even the bionetic implants.
The martini glasses were set by the shuttlebay with care,
In hopes that the Great Borg soon would be there.
The drones were nestled all snug in their alcoves,
While visions of screaming, innocent people danced in their heads.
And the Borg Queen in her bodysuit, and Janeway in her bionetic hardware;
Had just settled down for an efficiently timed regeneration cycle.
When out in the docking bay there arose such a clatter,
Janeway disengaged from her alcove to see what was the matter.
Away to the shuttlebay she marched with conviction,
waited for the automatic door to open and walked through (this isn't fiction).
The starlight on the metal of the new-polished floor,
Brightened the room as if it was a disco.
When, what to her wondering visual sensors should appear,
But a tiny Type 1 shuttle, pulled by eight assimilated reindeer!
With a little old pilot so lively and quick,
She knew in a moment it couldn't be the Great Borg.
"What are you doing here? Where's the Great Borg?" Janeway shouted at the man.
"Don't hurt me! The Great Borg is sick, and I'm the replacement."
"Impostor! You're gonna be assimilated, you are!" said Janeway, pointing her finger at him.
"No, no, it's true, he's really quite sick!"
But Janeway wouldn't listen, she assimilated Saint Nick.