#the borg

[fluctuating-fixations]

Came to me in a. Dream

[elasticveins]

I will take good care of you.

[catgirljaneway]

Star Trek Strap Tournament Round Four (Match 4)

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[beardedmrbean]

[itberice]

Star Trek: Voyager I "Dark Frontier"

[gettheorion]

[roterstern]

[cupcakeshed]

Streamer currently in the process of being assimilated: How's it going chat?

The Borg: Can you not call us that please

[cyberjack]

[electronicdinosaurgladiator]

I FUCKING DID IT

[rbbrbikerthorp]

Chavs No More

Liam and Josh, two 19 year old mates who were known around their neighbourhood for their cocky, rebellious attitude and distinct dress, found themselves wandering through an area of the city that had been neglected for too many years. As they walked and 'chatted shit' they spotted a disused warehouse with smashed windows and broken doors. It seemed like the perfect place to kill time, perhaps, indulge in a bit of mischief and check it our as a possible place to get together with their other mates for drinking and smoking.

Josh took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the crisp air. The two life-long friends approached the rundown warehouse, its windows broken and doors creaking ominously on their hinges.

"Oi, Liam, reckon we can get in there?" Josh asked, nodding towards the entrance.

Liam smirked, "Easy. Watch and learn."

With a swift movement, Liam produced a crowbar from his bag, expertly jimmying the lock on the door. The two scallies slipped through the doorway into the building; their footsteps echoing in the emptiness of a very large space. The expanse of the space they found themselves in suggested the building's original purpose was a factory, although neither had a sense of what was once produced there. Josh lit up another cigarette, while Liam explored the desolate space hoping, perhaps, that he would happen upon something of value.

Josh stamped out his cigarette as Liam returned empty-handed.

"Liam, let's see if ther is like owt worth stealin'. look ova ther", Josh said pointing towards a set of double doors on the far side of the building.

The two friends began to wander across the former factory floor eventually reaching the double doors. Josh was about to push on the doors, but something was niggling Liam. He was unsure about going any further; grabbing Josh's arm.

"Did ya hear that?" Liam asked, looking around.

"Na, it's nothin'. Old buildings mack noises - c'mon"

That would be the last time that either of the two chavs would subconsciously assess the risks they may possibly face going further into the building.

Josh pushed on one of the doors. The squeaking noise made by the door opening suggested no one had used them in a long, long time.

The doorway opened up to a long corridor. Light emanated through opaque glass windows, many cracked and broken on one side of the corridor. On the other side there were rooms, which has clearly been used as in the past as offices. Most were just empty shells; the fixtures and fittings having been removed long ago.

As the two lads continued walking down the corridor they were so preoccupied by the thoughts of finding something valuable they could purloin that they didn't notice two wheelchairs left to one side. If they had been more observant they might have wondered why there were relatively new wheelchairs in an abandoned factory.

Liam and Josh carried on walking, passing more empty rooms and another wheelchair. Eventually they came to the end of the corridor where there was one, solid door. Unlike the others they'd passed by this door was padlocked. It also looked as though it had been recently fitted. The two older teens were eager to make their exploration of the derelict building worthwhile financially, so there was no way they wouldn't try break through the door.

Liam raised an eyebrow at Josh, who grinned in agreement. The crowbar made quick work of the padlock, and the door swung open, revealing a surprisingly bright, modern room filled with computer equipment. The room appeared unoccupied, but in the background was the sound of technology. All the screens were active; filled with row upon row of green text. There were two huge screens on one of the walls.

Josh was looking around the room; figuring out what they could easily pilfer and get the most money for. What caught Liam's attention was the dozen or so circular platforms in the middle of the room.

Josh tapped Liam's shoulder, "Look at these bruv," he said pointing to the middle of the room. Liam turned around looked to where Josh was pointing.

"What the..." Liam didn't finish the sentence before Josh interrupted.

"What the f*** is this like place?"

"You tell me bruv."

Intrigued by the peculiar sight, Liam and Josh couldn't resist walking over to the platforms, their chav bravado overcoming any sense of fear. The two chavs stood on the platforms, smirking at one another.

Until now they'd not noticed the body-sized, circular perspex tubes retracted above their heads. Just then they heard a motor start up above their heads.

Looking up, "look out," Liam shouted, but it was too late.

In a split second, the tubes above their heads dropped to the floor, enclosing the two scallies inside. Panic set in as they screamed for help, finally realising the gravity of their situation.

Josh and Liam's screams echoed through the room as the perspex tubes trapped the chavs on the platforms below. A weird mist began to seep into the tubes, swirling around the panicking duo. Initially resistant, the mist began to work its magic.

Josh and Liam's screams softened to muffled protests, and eventually, their once defiant voices fell into an eerie silence. The spine-chilling mist continued its work, transforming the rowdy chav friends into docile and compliant figures. As the eerie mist continued to swirl around the tubes, their eyes glazed over. After a few minutes the two chavs fell unconscious, succumbing to the mysterious effects of the mist - their fate unknown to them.,

Once it was confirmed that Josh and Liam were knocked out, the tubes retracted into the ceiling, leaving the room eerily quiet. Just as the last traces of the mist dissipated, the door creaked open, revealing two imposing figures in their early thirties. Tough and athletic, they entered the room pushing empty wheelchairs. The same ones that Josh and Liam had ignored as they walked along the the corridor not long ago.

Without a word, the mysterious pair approached Josh first, effortlessly lifting his limp form and placing him into the first wheelchair. The same process followed for Liam, their actions efficient and practiced. The once unruly chavs now sat, unconscious and passive, in the wheelchairs.

The two males wheeled Josh and Liam into an adjacent room, where a dim light revealed an array of sophisticated equipment. They positioned the wheelchairs in a calculated manner, whilst the transformative effects of the mist maintained its hold on their bodies and minds.

Whilst two chavs were unconscious, one of the males retrieved a pair of clippers. To finalise the process the two friends would go through they needed their heads shaving, and this was to be done before they came round.

Minutes passed, and gradually, the chavs began to stir. Their eyes blinked open, confusion replacing the previous chaos. Yet, as Josh and Liam looked around, their mannerisms had been already changed irrevocably. The aggressiveness and defiance that once defined them had been replaced with a newfound obedience and compliance.

Josh and Liam sat in their wheelchairs, their once-rebellious spirits now subdued. They looked at each other and then took-in their surroundings. The room was sterile, and the hum of fluorescent lights overhead added an eerie ambiance to the atmosphere. The two chavs awaited their fate.

Two shaved-headed males in green scrubs entered the room. They walked over to where Josh and Liam were sitting in the wheelchairs. They released the wheel brakes and pushed the two lads towards a pair of hospital beds. Without a word, they efficiently transferred Josh and Liam onto the beds and gently made them lay back. The once-rebellious duo stared blankly ahead, their eyes devoid of the spark that once characterised them.

The mysterious figures produced a pair of helmets from a nearby table. The helmets had curved face covering visors and were equipped with an array of wires and sensors. The men is scrubs carefully placed the helmets over the heads of the two chavs.

Left alone in the room, Josh and Liam lay motionless as the helmets began their work. Unseen forces rewrote their minds, further erasing traces of defiance and moulding them into compliant, obedient beings. The room remained silent, save for the faint hum of the equipment that orchestrated the transformation.

Once the process was complete, the two shaved-headed males returned to the room. The chavs' minds were now blank slates, ready for the next phase of their transformation.

They replaced the iconic chav tracksuits with sleek black skinsuits. The transformation was both symbolic and practical, signalling the departure from their previous identities. The once distinctive and brash street-wear was replaced with a uniformity that mirrored their new, compliant state.

With the skinsuits in place, the helmets were refitted once more, this time for further programming.

The room buzzed with unseen energy as the final touches were applied. The chavs' once-chaotic personalities were long gone. All that remained were compliant shells, devoid of all human emotion; ready to embrace a new purpose.

In a room filled with monitors, the shaved-headed males observed their work with a satisfied nod. They watched Josh and Liam laid on hospital beds, their minds blank and their bodies clad in black skinsuits.

The door opened and two technicians entered the observation room. It was time. The moment had come to usher the former chavs into the next phase of their transformation.

The compliant duo was wheeled into an adjacent room, where a series of machines resembling MRI scanners awaited them. However, these were not ordinary medical devices. Instead, they were machines designed to augment the human body, turning ordinary individuals into hybrid human-cyborgs.

The technicians meticulously positioned Josh and Liam in front of the metallic chambers, securing them in place. Over a three hour period, the two young males would go through a series of transformations, the first of which would prepare their bodies for the synthetic augmentations to come.

The low hum of the machines echoed through the room as the transformation began. The beds were pulled backwards into the MRI-like machines.

Once inside the first stage of the process began. Metal plates descended from the tubes, fitting onto various parts of the chavs' bodies with precision. Once this was complete, circuitry was added connecting the various metal plates. What couldn't be seen to the casual observer was that under the metal plating, a synthetic bonding was taking place. A bonding that permeated through the skinsuit and into the human flesh.

One by one, an artificial, mechanical limb replaced one of their natural ones. The flesh coloured arms and legs were now adorned with sleek, metallic enhancements, making them stronger and more resilient. The technicians worked with practiced efficiency, their gloved hands expertly activating the cybernetic upgrades.

Next came the ocular implants. The machines were programmed to approach installation of the eye replacements with precision. An implement descended from inside the machine, carefully removing one human eye from each chav and replacing it with the advanced technology. The blue glow emanating from the ocular implants signalled the integration of their new cybernetic enhancements.

As the machines continued their work, the once-defiant chavs had now been transformed into hybrid human-cyborgs, their bodies now a fusion of the biological and the synthetic. That said, other tha their heads, observers might struggle to find any visible evidence of the humans that were Josh and Liam - so much of their bodies now covered in metal.

The technicians stepped back, admiring their creation as the final adjustments were made.

The door to the room opened once more, revealing a figure cloaked in shadow – the former chavs' new master had arrived. With a wave of their hand, the technicians and shaved-headed figures in scrubs retreated, leaving Josh and Liam standing motionless, now fully augmented and awaiting the programming that would dictate their new purpose.

The master approached; a sinister figure with pale white flesh. dark veins and gas mask with eerie blue lenses that looked like it had absorbed into his face. The room hummed with anticipation as the final step of the transformation unfolded. The once-chavs, now hybrid human-cyborgs, were ready to serve their mysterious master. The machines had worked their magic, creating two obedient, formidable entities ready to carry out the bidding of their creator.

The enigmatic figure, shrouded in darkness, stepped forward and issued their first command to the newly transformed duo. "[Hiss] Josh, Liam, [Hiss] your first task is [Hiss] to bring others to me. You will bring [Hiss] your former friends to me. They, too, [Hiss] shall undergo the transformation [Hiss] and join your ranks as cyborgs [Hiss]."

Obediently, the two cyborgs nodded in unison, their blue ocular implants began glowing with a cold intensity. With a calculated efficiency, they left the room, their enhanced limbs moving with a precision that betrayed their former chav recklessness.

Before the cyborgs that were once Josh and Liam exited the disused factory, which was now serving a darker purpose, they donned a Nike Hoodie and skinny trackie pants - so they could blend in. The two friends roamed the streets, scanning the corners and alleys for their former comrades. Their new master's command echoed in their minds, drowning out any remnants of their past lives.

Finally, Josh and Liam located the group. The chavs, unaware of the transformation that awaited them, gathered in their usual haunt. The familiar faces turned to greet their once brethren. Expecting to see Josh and Liam, instead they saw the cold, unyielding gazes of the hybrid human-cyborgs.

[retroscifiart]

Star Trek: The Next Generation - The Best of Both Worlds (1990)

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

My cat woke me up after less than six hours of sleep so I want to share this bizarre thought with you all at last; I read a fic a month or so ago where Julian's augmentations were controlled or hidden because Julian had a cybernetic implant or something; he was a cyborg, and Data linked their minds so they could always 'talk', but a thought has been bugging me since then, and I want everyone's opinions on it.

At the internment camp, three Borg are placed as they are hoping to gain a foothold in one of the Federation's strongest and most deadly enemies. The experiment is a failure for obvious reasons and the three Borg are left to die without the connection but Julian, being Julian, refuses to let this happen and, taking what he's learned from Data, Julian links the three Borg to himself.

At first, they refer to him as their new Queen (Tain almost dies laughing from that but they manage to settle him), then 'Command Unit Julian', which is a bit better as they are in the infant stages of regaining their individuality. They are taking lessons in Cardassian engineering from Tain and converting it so Julian can understand it and work on the transmitter when Tain is too tired (the Borg didn't strike me as the most nimble of species when they debuted, so I don't see them crawling into that tight place and managing to work on it). The Jem'Hadar and Vorta don't know how the three Borg are still alive but they see it as amusing and, like Martok, pit their strength against the Borg.

Julian naturally names them. The strongest one he names Ian after Ian Flemming as, when he asks the Borg (and finally gets him to say I instead of we), he admits he doesn't like the name James but likes Ian.

The only female of the group is named Agatha after Agatha Christie sine Agatha (or Aggie as he sometimes calls her which gets a small smile), despite being a Borg, is good at blending into the background or staring into space and looking like she's regenerating on the pad Julian and Martok won for them, and she's instead listening to the Vorta or Jem'Hadar discussing things. Like Ian with James, Julian initially suggests Jane as in Jane Marple, but she responds that she wants a name with personality, hence Agatha.

The last one, Julian names Preloc as, instead of being human-looking like Ian and Agatha, Preloc is a Romulan convert and, when he first comes back online when Julian connects them, his first word comes from Julian's memories as he quotes Meditations on a Crimson Shadow, and seems to enjoy reciting poetry he remembers reading before he was converted. Preloc is the best at learning from Tain and helping Julian understand what he needs to know about the transmitter.

Eventually, Worf and Garak show up and don't know which to be more surprised over; the fact the Doctor they've seen on Deep Space Nine for the last five weeks, the one who delivered little Yoshi, was a Changeling, or the fact their Doctor is now the Queen of three Borg named after famous authors. They eventually escape, get back to DS9, and Sisko has to deal with three Borg who now see his CMO (who they hurt badly with their failure) as their mother (I can see Preloc saying that, and Julian is trying to shut him up as Miles and Jadzia smirk at him). He wants to get rid of them but Agatha mentions that it could be detrimental to Julian as well since they have been donating their strength to him over the last five weeks and, to suddenly remove it could cause backlash. Sisko gets the feeling they are manipulating him but can't prove it one way or the other and sends for the only other people who successfully detached a Borg from the Collective - Data and Geordi La Forge.

Ian: While we await the arrival of your experts, we must insist Command Unit Julian be allowed to regenerate properly.

Ben: 'Regenerate properly'?

Agatha: Yes, Command Unit Julian requires time to decontaminate the filth from the asteroid, take in hot nourishment that is not cold gruel, and regenerate for at least eight hours.

Ben: You mean he needs a shower, a hot meal, and a good nights rest.

Julian: I'm fine; I need to-

Preloc: Command Unit Julian, it is our opinion that you need the prior requirements Aggie and Ian suggested; if you are not performing at peak efficiency, you risk damaging yourself and therefore us. If you will not voluntarily regenerate, we have no choice but to ask High Command Unit Sisko to order you to do so; you kept us alive in the camp, we will not allow you to fall to pieces now.

Ben, begrudgingly smiling as he realizes the trio are protective of Julian: Not a bad idea at that; I suggest you follow your 'units' suggestion, doc- Julian, and, as a 'High Command Unit' - whatever that means - I am giving them permission to sedate you if you try to leave your quarters for anything other than some food you can't replicate.

Julian: But, but-

Agatha: Come along Command Unit Julian; if you are quick, we can try some milk and cookies before the proper regenerative cycle.

Julian: Hey, who's the Command Unit around here?

Ian: You are until you are no longer at peak efficiency, then Preloc is unless High Queen Sisko takes over.

Ben, Miles, Jadzia: High QUEEN?!

Preloc: Yes, the only one above Julian is one he has respect enough to call captain; if Julian is our Queen and he listens to you, you must be High Queen and above him, but we are Julian's first and foremost so we shall only listen to you if it is for his betterment.

Sisko as they walk away: I have no idea how I'm going to explain this to Starfleet.

Jadzia: If Julian is their queen, I wonder if Garak would be their king?

[catgirljaneway]

Star Trek Strap Tournament Round Two (Match 4)

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[cogcontrol]

LOVE that the catalyst to making part of a digital hivemind gain individuality and empathy is just hanging out with geordi. machines will really see geordi and ask "is anyone gonna make him the center of their universe" and not wait for an answer