Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2003 14:38:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Buky <kael116@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Borg - chapter 5

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 5 - The Assimilation Chamber

     There were two levels to the chamber: the outer rim was
about 30 feet wide and surrounded the entire outer circle of the
chamber.  The inner level was about 6 inches lower than the outer
rim and was of different plating.  The deck was grated, not notch
solid plated like the outer rim.  The lower level was lit by a
ring of lights hidden under the outer rim, casting an eerie glow
over the entire chamber.

     On the opposite side of the chamber as the entrance, the
ceiling and wall were gone, opening the floor of the chamber to
the large chasm of the Cube.  It was as if the entire
assimilation chamber was a small stage.

     There were 12 tables in the room; 8 of them were a fine
metal mesh/grating, with pads at the head, small of the back,
ankle, and shoulders.  They were located in the center of the
chamber, heads facing outward in a starburst pattern.  The
remaining 4 tables were solid metal, possibly a polymer-alloy,
solid, and had drains in the bottom and straps for the arms and
legs; these were probably surgical tables.  These surgical tables
were located around the outer rim of the room on the raised
level.  There was also a fog in the air, kind of light mist that
made things seem ethereal.

     In the most recessed section of the chamber sat two liquid
filled tubes made of some clear substance (probably transparent
aluminum) big enough to put a body in.  In the right side of the
room was a giant ring with some sort of mounting devices on the edge.

     Above the metal grate ceiling there were dozens of surgical
tables mounted to the floor and there was much activity on the
upper level.  It looked as if assimilations were under way.
Above that ceiling, there was another layer of beds and another
above that, with assimilations occuring far above us.

     Occasionally, I could hear the screams of an unwilling individual,
but they were quickly silenced.  People pleaded for their lives not
to be assimilated.  Their pleas fell on deaf ears.  I, like them,
would be assimilated regardless of my consent.

     Below us, there was level upon level of assimilation tables.
Some of them were occupied, others empty, but as not much activity
going on below us as above.  The din of noise was still quite loud.
People screamed and then went silent.  Mechanical sounds came
from above and below.

     We stopped walking when we had entered the chamber.
The drones escorting us stopped and turned to face us simultaneously.
"YOU WILL NOW BE ASSIMILATED.  YOUR LIVES, AS THEY HAVE BEEN, ARE OVER.
OBEY THE DRONES.  SUBMIT WILLINGLY.  RESISTANCE IS FUTILE."
No duh! I thought.

     42 drones disengaged from their alcoves and walked toward us.
Most of them were the regular drones that we had all seen, but a few
of them were different varieties of naked drones.  Three of them
approached me and led me to a table in the lower level of the chamber.
"LIE DOWN".

     I climbed onto the table and lay down. The table was
incredibly cold compared to the unbearably hot environment that
we had been in.  Tim was at the table across and parallel to
mine.  Tieren at the table to my right.  Lying to the right of
Tieren was Jim Bexen, then Lt. Bryant, Tim, Luke, and Jezader
to my left.  Drones surrounded each of us.  Three more normal
drones approached my table, for a total of six.

"ASSIMILATION COMMENCING."