Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 21:22:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Buky <kael116@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Borg - Chapter 2

This story is fictional in every account, contains graphic sexual
language, depiction of homosexual sex acts, and is not intended
for audiences who are under the age of 18 years old or do not
wish to read it. You have been warned and the author assumes no
liability in placing this wherever it is placed, read by whoever,
or how it is used.  The Borg and Star Trek are registered
trademarks of Paramount Pictures and are used here with respect
to Paramount.  No humans or Borg were harmed during the writing
of this story, and hopefully, all the animals in my computer case
decided it was time to move.

This is Sci-Fi, not celebrity!

The Borg
By Buky-18
kael116@yahoo.com

Chapter 2 - The Awakening

     I felt like I was waking up from a bad trip.  The lights
were hurting my eyes.  Voices muttered indistinctly in the
distance.  Shapes moved over my head.  I slowly came out of
unconsciousness, but my vision was still blurry.  As I returned
to reality, I could hear several voices speaking to me.
"Waaaaaaakkkkkkeeee uuuuuppppp Joooooonnnnn," it said in a slow
and warped voice.  I heard it again and again, each time getting
clearer.  Soon, I could hear perfectly and I gasped.  I thrust my
eyes open and looked up.  The shapes were still really fuzzy, but
I could tell it was my friend Kevon over me - my best friend.
He's straight.  I'm gay.  He doesn't give a fuck - he's still my
best friend.

     I tried to move, but he held me down saying, "You really
scared me for a minute there Jon.You scared all of us.  When you
weren't transported with the rest of us, we thought you had been
killed."  "Being killed would have been kind," another voice
said.  It was my commander, Lieutenant Commander Brenshaw.
"Well, at least we're here together Jon.  The drones took the
ship really fast and we didn't have time to react," said Kevon.
DRONES!?!!?  DRONES!  No!  "Drones!?!" I yelled.  "Yeah.  Can you
believe it?  We're all just waitin' around here to be enslaved
and mutilated by the purest form of evil in the universe," said
Kevon, "looking forward to it?"  His tone was bitter, defeated,
and resigned.  We were in the heart of what looked to be a Borg
vessel, without any means of defense or escape.  We were
helpless.

     I looked around the room, trying to figure out exactly where
we were, if there was a computer terminal I might be able to
access, or at least do something.  Alas, my vision was still
impaired.  But, I could make out a few more faces and forms:
there were at least 50 of us in the room - I recognized some of
them from the Mendoza, but the vast majority were men I had never
seen before.  Wait a minute.  MEN?  Surely there are some women
in here.  Nope.  Why have they gathered the men?  I thought.

     The Borg ship was hot, humid and had a peculiar odor.  It
smelled like thousands of warm bodies, mixed with seawater,
layered on heated electronics - of ozone.  Despite being humid,
the air had a crispness to it that felt like giant quantities of
static discharge.

     I sat up and rubbed my eyes.  Glancing back at Kevon, I saw
the terrified look on his face.  We've been here a while. I
thought.  It took a lot to scare Kevon.  We had almost been
ripped apart by rifts in the space-time continuum, fought in the
Dominion War, and survived promotion.  Being in a tense, no-win
scenario for long amounts of time just scared the hell out of
him.

     Then, my head began to hurt tremendously.  Things started to
get really blurry again, and the world started to go black.
"Stay with us Jon...Stttttaaaay wiiiiiiiith uuuusssss." Kevon
ordered, but it was no use.

     I suddenly came to what seemed like moments later.  Kevon
was still near me, and most of my crewmates huddled around the
rest of us.  "You're back!" Excitedly yelped Kevon, "You were out
for a good three hours."  "Did I miss anything?" I asked.
"Actually, yes you have.  There were six of them - drones, that
is.  They came into the room, chamber, whatever, and started to
circle us.  Two of them started to walk towards the center of the
group, but then Lt. Cmdr. Brenshaw hit them.  Three other people
started to fight the drones.  They used their fists and tried to
beat them unconscious, but the drones were too strong..Too
strong.  After a short struggle, they dragged Brenshaw off along
with the others.  Who knows where/what they are now.  Just then,
several drones walked into the room.  They were strangely
configured though.