Disclaimer: Star Trek and all characters are the property of people much richer than I will ever be (sadly). I take no profit from this story (except the warm fuzzy feeling I get writing it, and getting reviews…many reviews).
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Adaptation
Prologue
They move as one, think as one, do everything as one. All around her the 'drones' that form the single mind of the collective operate for a single purpose, a single goal. But something is amiss, something is wrong, something intangibly different. The voices that at one time were a perfect harmony, billions of voices all could be heard within the confines of the one mind, are now stilted, almost incomprehensible. As one they acted, but as many they fall, collapsing in on themselves as at once, in that split nanosecond, their purpose becomes unclear. Chaos comes to order as the voices ring out individually for the first time in millennia. Some celebrate freedom from oppression, no longer are they forced to listen, to act by a single mind not completely their own, yet a part of them. Others cry out as, for the first time, they are forced to adapt to the semblance of individuality that is as alien to them as was the collective to others. Many shut themselves down, unable to cope with the trauma of change, unable to adapt to the complete loss of control, and the feeling of loneliness that occurs in that split second of time. Yet something stirs. In the deep recesses of what was once a perfect, ordered single mind, something stirs, and all at once things change. Those that had become individual, if only for the briefest of moments are consumed as the feeling of collective is restored. Some, however, are unable to be brought back into the hive mind and so are terminated as imperfection. All this she sees before her, and she cannot fathom what is happening, all around her changes into what she knows and yet cannot comprehend. She is scared and in awe all at once as those beings around her who, just seconds before, were being forced to accept their individuality are now within the single mind again. No longer is there an individual to bring order to chaos, they have been forced to evolve, to adapt, and are now ready to continue to pursue their goal. Yet something within that goal is different, somehow more defined. She looks on in horror as an individual she recognises approaches from the darkness before her, though she cannot understand who it is, and all at once she hears the voice, voices, from her nightmares returning to chill her again as they had done on countless occasions, the voices of her past, present and future.
"Seven of Nine"
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A/N: Ok, so this is my first attempt at writing a Star Trek story so if you don't like it, err…tell me why! Or if you do like it and want to read more tell me. In fact, if you've read this tell me, I like reviews!
