Re: One of Seven (My attempt at writing)
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11 of 10The screen blacked out leaving no traces of the Vice Admiral. I had anticipated getting thrown in the brig. Had he known I beamed the borg on board my ship? There could only be one of two explanations. The first would be him thinking I would have the borg drone dissected and studied. It seems I am one of the leading experts on borg and borg technology. The second; he hadn't known about it. I find the latter more difficult to believe so he must have known. I quickly dismissed those thoughts and went to the bridge. Taking my seat I drifted off into thought. The only thing I could remember from the last 12 hours was the borg drone lying in my sickbay. Colin and the doctor were very busy removing the un-necessary implants and trying to keep the thing alive. Thing, now that was a very irritating thought. "Set Course for Beta Ursae!" I barked. "Bridge to Sick Bay: What is the condition of the drone?
"Sir, the drone is, well....you better come down here. He is asking to see you." Colin stated.
I went to the turbolift and barked "deck 5". I was really not in a good mood. I was searching for the memory engrams of the last 12 hours and only remembered fragments. Being ordered to the Bellatrix Sector. Entering the Mutara Nebula. And finally beaming aboard with the drone. Everything else was a blur. The lift doors opened and I made my way to sick bay.
The drone looked completely different. He was beginning to look more like man than a machine. His head was completely restored with the exception of his right eye. The implant had not been removed yet.
"Captain he has been asking for you by name: One of Seven" Colin said.
"Impossible, we weren't of the same hive." I rejected.
"One of Seven, please come closer." the drone rasped.
I approached the bio bed and the drone raised up his right arm lifting a small flap revealed a port of sorts. "Connect" he stated.
Well I was not about to fall prey to the borg again, remembering the events of the last year. "I think not," I stated and turned to leave.
"I am 11 of 10."
"There can be no such designation. Your programming is malfunctioning. Correct it. The drone sat in silence as if pondering the command.
"There is no malfunction all circuits and systems are fully operational. I am 11 of 10. Connect!"
I searched my own programming for anything that would explain the designation. I came across a file strangely that referenced 'stand by drones in a time of war'. It seemed that each designation group had a backup drone in case it went offline. This method was only used during ground assaults. For each designation set a similar set of drones were given similar designations by repeating the first designation set with a leading 1 or 2. So in that respect 11 of 10 was the replacement for 1 of 10 during ground assaults. This enabled the borg to complete a mission based on that drone's orders. If an entire designation set was destroyed the replacement set would continue were the previous had left off. It was ingenious in a way. I wondered why I had to search for this information then realized I was part of a command designation of a cube and had not needed the information loaded, but it was there.
"You are 11 of 10?" I asked. "What are your orders"?
"That information is no longer available. The connection to the hive has been severed. Connect!"
I raised my arm and instinctively two metal tubes protruded as had done before. The tubes went to the open ports and connected...