Seven of Nine

"Hey! Hey! You mind stopping that noise?"

"You know, you should have joined Starfleet."

"I tried. After Voyager. Starfleet shut me down because…"

"You were Borg?"

"Janeway went to bat for me, threatened to resign. But, I gave it up. Went full Ranger."

"You are erratic. Conflicted. Disorganised. Every decision is debated, every action questioned, every individual entitled to their own small opinion. You lack harmony, cohesion, greatness. It will be your undoing."

"Tell me something. When you hear about people like the Caatati, do you have any feelings of remorse?"

"No."

"That's it? Just no?"

What further answer do you require?"

"Well maybe some kind of acknowledgement of the billions of lives you helped destroy. A justification for what you did. Maybe a little sense of guilt."

Guilt is irrelevant."

"Heartwarming."

"I understand the concept of humour. It may not be apparent, but I am often amused by Human behaviour."

"You are… Talaxian."

"Guilty as charged."

"Species Two One Eight."

"I suppose so."

"Your biological and technological distinctiveness was added to our own."

"I hadn't realized that."

"A small freighter… containing a crew of thirty-nine. Taken in the Dalmine Sector. They were easily assimilated. Their dense musculature made them excellent Drones."

"Lucky for you, I guess. Your nutrients."

"Curious sensation."

"You'll get used to it. Have some more."

"Don't move. If your people attempt to incapacitate me, I will kill you."

"I believe you. What do you intend to do now?"

"You will come with me to speak to the captain. I am certain she will have questions for you."

"Resistance is futile."

"We're not afraid you're going to assimilate us, we're just not used to... you just... you're rude."

"I am rude..."

"Another one."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I've retrieved another word of text. That makes six."

"Six words in fifty-eight hours?"

"It is puzzling."

"What's that?"

"You made me into an individual. You encouraged me to stop thinking like a member of the collective... to cultivate my independence... my Humanity. But when I try to assert that independence, I am punished."

"Individuality has its limits. Especially on a starship, where there's a command structure."

"I believe that you are punishing me because I don't think the way that you do... because I'm not becoming more like you. You claim to respect my individuality... but in fact, you are frightened by it."

"As you were."

"I do not feel perfect."

"What do you mean?"

"I am preoccupied by Kovin's death."

"Join the club. It's all I can think about."

"As a Borg, I was responsible for the destruction of countless millions and I felt nothing, but now I regret the destruction of this single being."

"It's called remorse, Seven. It comes into play when you make a mistake, and you feel guilt about what you've done. Another new emotion for you to experience."

"I do not enjoy this remorse any more than I enjoyed anger. Will the feeling subside?"

"Yes. But not quickly."

"I would rather not have to wait."

"I'm afraid you don't have much choice." [Pauses as he watches Seven leave] "But maybe I do."

"I must discontinue this activity. I am not well."

"What do you think? Boy or a girl?"

"It's a holographic projection."

"Unfortunately, it's a very good projection. I feel 20 kilos heavier. It even kicks."

"On one occasion, we were able to create a single Omega molecule. We kept it stable for one trillionth of a nanosecond before it destabilized."

"Tell me, how many Borg were sacrificed during this experiment?"

"29 vessels, 600,000 drones, but that is irrelevant."

"Your new designation is Two of Ten."

"Wait a minute. You're demoting me? Since when did the Borg pull rank?"

"It's Starfleet protocol I adapted. I find it most useful."

"I'm glad you're not the captain."

"I wondered who was running my program. Master da Vinci doesn't like visitors after midnight."

"He protested. I deactivated him."

"For 3.2 seconds, I... saw perfection."

"Looks like they went this way."

"My tricorder isn't picking up any life signs. How did you reach that conclusion?"

"Footprints... I guess you never assimilated any Indian scouts..."

"I'm your captain. That means I can't always be your friend. Understand?"

"No. However, if we are assimilated, then our thoughts will become one, and I'm sure I will understand perfectly."

"You were correct, captain. My desire to remain in the Delta Quadrant was based on fear. I am no longer Borg... but the prospect of becoming Human is... unsettling. I don't know where I belong."

"You belong with us."

"Impossible is a word that Humans use far too often."

"You have always been of enormous assistance to me, Doctor. You...You are my mentor."

"Naomi Wildman, subunit of Ensign Samantha Wildman. State your intentions."

"It is unsettling. You say that I am a human being and yet, I am also Borg... Part of me not unlike your replicator... Not unlike the Doctor. Will you one day choose to abandon me as well?"

"Physiologically, it bears a striking similarity to disease. A series of biochemical responses that trigger an emotional cascade impairing normal functioning."

"Acquiring knowledge is a worthy objective. But its pursuit has obviously not elevated you."

"There is no one on Deck Nine, Section 12 who doesn't know when you're having intimate relations."

"I've spent the last three years struggling to regain my Humanity. I'm afraid I may have lost it again in that arena."

"You are experiencing difficult emotions."

"Guilt, shame, remorse."

"Then you haven't lost your Humanity. You have reaffirmed it."

"Sweet dreams."

"Fun will now commence."

"Why potatoes?"

"Their first idea was to clone Naomi, but I suggested they start with something smaller."

"Perhaps not."

"It's time for you to regenerate."

"And if I choose to continue my studies?"

"It's your decision."

"You were hoping your behaviour was the result of a malfunction? I'm sorry, Doctor. But I must give you a clean bill of health."

"To the newest member of our crew; may all her desires be fulfilled except for one. So she'll always have something to strive for."

"Your personality needs to match your clothes. You need to show a little panache."

"You need a feather in your hat."

"Picard still thinks there's a place in the galaxy for mercy. I didn't want to disillusion him."