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-