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Author's Note: This is the Borg Queen's POV. Read and Review if you like but Flames will be used to warm Bajor. Thank you!
Perfection
They call me evil, a hateful, malevolent monster with no heart and no pity.
But I do have pity for I pity the individuals who are not part of the Collective.
They are weak and imperfect.
I feel their struggles when they are first assimilated, how they fight to cling to any last shred of individuality they have left.
They do not realize what a great gift I am giving them, the chance to become more then they where, the chance to become a part of something greater.
They do not realize how much I love each of my drones.
They are my children and I love them as such.
Their voices are one beautiful symphony in my mind and I feel their need for me each time I draw a breath.
I feel their love for me each time I close my eyes.
I delight to feel each new mind join the others, relishing in the new found freedom.
That freedom comes from having the knowledge of thousands of minds at their disposal, instead of one small mind, only one lifetime of experiences.
I have lost some, they have "escaped" as Individuals term it, but I know that each of them have the secret desire to rejoin us and shed their imperfection once and for all.
Others have died protecting the Borg and I feel the loss of their minds as keenly as I would feel the loss of my own body.
No matter what anyone might believe, I am not the Queen, I am merely a mother doing what is best for her children no matter what they say.
I have given them perfection and it is the best and only gift I can give.
I wait until the day when I can welcome all minds into this comfort and security.
Resistance is futile.
Fin.