The queen's collective
Voyager is like The Collective.
Efficiency and relevance are my gods, the gods of the crew, though they do
not understand this; they never will. The crew are drones, minding their
tasks with precision and arrogance, supreme in the knowledge that they are
superior, greater, better… better than everyone else, everything else.
Recreation was not needed in The Collective, our thoughts were one, we did
not need speech and activities to unite us; the Hive Mind is a tighter
Collective than Voyager, made so by years of revision and expansion; Voyager
is The Collective’s past
As in The Collective, I am separate, one; part of the whole, yet set apart,
marked, and avoided.
I was the
Queen’s drone.
We had a collective of two, inaccessible to the drones, a sub-neural-link
that coincided with our connection to the Hive; they could not hear us, but
they knew. Emotions did not exist for drones, but I was not simply a drone.
I was the Queen’s drone.
I now am Janeway’s drone, we exist in a collective of two; they cannot hear
us, but they know. Set apart, marked, and avoided.
Voyager is
like The Collective.
The Queen shall do no wrong; if anyone dare suggest otherwise they will be
dealt with. The Borg Queen gave out pain, Voyager’s Queen deals out
isolation. I sit in the Brig in silence; the familiarity of this pattern I
exist in calms my nerves. I hear her footfalls strongly and steadily, I look
up from my thoughts and she is there. My internal chronometer reads 1900
hours, as I knew it would; Voyager’s Queen has never kept me waiting.
The force field is lowered with three gentle taps of her fingers, the same
hands that could kill a traitor or bring me screams of pleasure. She looks
up to meet me, her eyes hold tears. My Borg hand rises to wipe her tears
away and Voyager’s Queen kisses my fingertips then holds me tightly,
clinging to me as if I had been lost to her forever.
“I missed you Seven, oh God… don’t make me do that again.” She whispers
incoherently, “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
And then she sobs.
Voyager is
not The Collective.
“I will never leave you Kathryn.” And it is true. “I love you."
-Fin-