Mr Data vs The Borg
by Firebird.
Chapter 03 - Assimilation
Through an android's eyes, watching the Borg assimilate humans is an intriging experience.
However, since my emotion chip was activated and it's capacity increased, I was subjected to an
experience I would hope never to repeat.
One hundred of my colleagues were assimilated before me. The process took over six hours. Each
member of the crew was tied to the table in front of me and an emotion feed was connected to them.
I suffered their pain and agony as each person was penetrated with wires and Borg components.
Their blood and hormones glands were altered on a celluar level to transform the crew-member into
a Borg being. Implants were inserted into their bodies and almost immediately they were connected
to the Borg collective.
I felt sorrow for the next crew member to be forced onto the table in front of me. The queue of
the Enterprise crew led out the door, with the next five people to be assimilated watching the
whole process they would soon endure.
Lacutious watched everything. The crew looked at the former Captain Picard as they entered the
room hoping beyond hope that he would save them. He could not. Lacutious was in control now, and
he would not raise a finger to help.
The last crew member was led away from the room. I tried again and again to access the emotion
chip's control to deactivate it. Lacutious came and stood before me once again.
"Your emotion chip is unaccessible. Come with me," he commanded.
The straps holding me to the table detached and I was able to lean forward and stand up. Lacutious
left the room, with no other choice available to me, I followed. We walked along one of the many
corridors on the Borg ship. Lacutious always in front, then me, with four Borg drones following.
After four minutes and six seconds, we entered a chamber. It was warmer than the other sections of
the Borg cube.
Lacutious stopped and turned to address me. "This is the Birth Production chamber."
I stepped forward in horror to the sight before me. Thousands of females line the chamber. It
seems to stretch on forever. I focus on a captured female in a Borg contrapation. She is
positioned like a wooden horse, leaning forward with her arms and legs spread about two feet apart
below her. Her legs are encased up above her knees in a stiff rubber sleeve, as are her arms up
past her elbows. She is completely immobile. Large fluid collection containers encircled her
breasts and the steady hum of the milking machine behind her continued to suck milk from her
breasts. There are two nozzles, one inside her anus with a smaller tube to her uretha and the
other in her vagina passage. A clear fluid tube is embedded in her side which is giving her
nutrition and hormone supplements to have her continue producing milk. Her belly is distended and
I evaluated her as being pregnant, and also in labour.
"Watch, Mr Data," said Lacutious.
The woman's face was an artwork of pain and agony. She is heaving and pushing. I estimated she
must have been in labour for at least six hours. The woman howled in the pain. She was exhausted
but there was no relief for her. As I watched, a Borg drone came out from the wall and retrieved a
metal box from a huge pile. The drone walked to the woman and placed the box beneath her belly.
The drone moved to the stand beside the woman and activated it's cutting laser. It sliced the
woman across the belly and the newborn baby slipped out into the box followed by a litre or so of
fluid. The umbilibal cord was cut and the woman's belly was left opened while the Borg inserted
the baby's first implant. The baby howled in pain. I was saddened by what I saw.
The woman's pain was beyond comprehension for the 73 seconds the Borg drone was busy with the
baby. The Borg then sealed up the woman's belly and immediately hormones were fed to the woman by
her tummy tube to repair and ready her body again for further baby production. The drone ignored
both Lacutious and I, took the box with the howling baby inside, and went off to assimilate the
newborn into the collective. The woman was pleading for the drone to return her baby. All the
other females could do was look at her in sadness.
I was repulsed and disgusted. Lacutious looked at me and seemed to revel in the my discomfort. I
looked at the many females in the vast chamber and was saddened by seeing each female in similar
positions. Their lives were only for producing more members for the Borg. A wasted existence as
far as I could determine.
"We have over eleven thousand baby producers. Due to special hormones the subjects are given, a
baby producer can concieve, produce and deliver a baby once every seven of your Earth weeks."
Lacutious said as we walked further along the pathway. There were thousands of Borg Baby
Producers. All looking at me with saddened eyes. I could not give them the hope they most desired.
I wanted to give them freedom, but I could not.
Lacutious stopped. "Watch this."
A drone was walking towards the female subject we were in front of. The female's face contorted
into horror. She knew she was about to be impregnanted.
"This is her fifty-third impregnantion," said Lacutious.
The female tried in vain to move but her body would not obey her even if she wasn't secured by the
rubber sleeves. Her arms were nothing but fat and bone. Her muscles disappearing from lack of use.
The drone moved to stand behind her with a large device. On one end was a deep long tube with a
cross hair opening. The other end was a handle, a trigger and a hose point. I assumed the sperm
had already been loaded into the device.
The drone knelt down and, without any lubrication or preparation, inserted the tube into the
female's vaginal passage. The pain from the intrusion was obvious as the female cried out. The
drone kept pushing until the entire phallic shaped device was inside the female's body. He then
pulled on the trigger. The female coughed and gagged, then sobbed. Something was happening inside
her, and she did not appreciate it one little bit.
"The device opens her womb and searches for the egg. It sprays it with a mixture of sperm and
special hormones to make the egg accept the new sperm, despite it's difference in genetic
material. Once the female has been impregnated, the device then retracts from the womb and
sterilizes the vaginal passage, with steam."
The female screamed and screamed as the steam scorched her vaginal lining. Highly sensitive nerve
endings were tortured beyond relief as the drone continued for another thirty seconds to clean the
area. We all watched her suffer in immense torture. Then finally the drone pulled the device out
and left the female sobbing.
Lacutious turned and walked away. I followed, feeling defeated by what I saw.
"This chamber is for the Seminal Fluid collection," said Lacutious as I followed him further down
the corridor.
>From a male's perspective, the next chamber would have produced a combination of fear and
interest. Males were lined up with their backs against the wall. They were completely naked with
their arms tied to their sides and their feet secured to clamps in the floor. Each male was
asleep, they appeared to be breathing heavily and looked exhusted. A tube was inserted into their
sides like the females. A large nozzle was inserted into the male's anus, obviously for waste
management. A second larger nozzle covered the male's penis completely. I could see two wires
connected to the males' testicles.
"This you will find fasinating, Mr Data."
I watched the male subjects. Suddenly a large noise like a shuttlecraft powering up could be heard
throughout the room. Some of the males opened their eyes and looked around in horror at the noise.
Then blue electricity ran through the wires connected to the males testicles. Each male screamed
and cried out in agonising pain. For the next two minutes the males' testicles were subjected to
painful electical shocks. Then as quickly as it started, the noise stopped, the electicity was
gone and the males all slumped back into unconciousness.
Lacutious turned to me. "There, Mr Data. We have just collected over 300 gallons of sperm from the
males. They produce sperm four times every twenty-four Earth hours. The sperm is treated, enhanced
and delivered to the Baby-Producers. In seven weeks time, we'll have over five thousand new Borg."
Rage filled my processing memory. I did not hold back from containing it. I aimed a punch at
Lacutious which would have not only rendered him unconcious, but broken his neck in five places
... but before it could connect, I was frozen. I lost awareness. Lacutious had won again.
