Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Taking DeeDee's Advice
Guest Poster: Seven Of Nine
After reading what she suggested in her Dear DeeDee column, in the Federation Gazette today, I have decided to follow her advice.
The Borg Queen may be incensed, and I might get deactivated, but I shall give it a try.
I am going to be more sociable to other people on the Enterprise.
Up to now, they have tended to run away when I approach them in the corridor, as they think I will assimilate them when they are not looking.
This is nonsense, of course.
The Borg will not assimilate them until I have finished my observations on this vessel. I have tried to tell them this, but it does not help matters. Humans have very strange opinions.
It is lunchtime, so I take my tray into Ten Forward; I am not going to eat anything, but will try to engage in casual conversation.
Four crewmembers are sitting at a table; I will sit next to them.
"What did you think of the Federation telecasts last night?" I ask quickly.
As I look up, the table is empty; where have they gone? Perhaps they had all just finished their lunch.
I look for another table. Two are over there; I sit with them.
"Nice weather we are having." I remark to them; they look puzzled.
"We are travelling in space!" the man says to me, "Look, do you mind if you sit somewhere else? You are making my fiance nervous, besides we want to talk about 'private' things."
"That is most interesting." I reply, "Human behaviour is what I have to study. Please continue to speak intimately to each other and I shall listen carefully."
The woman he is with bursts into tears.
"Now see what you've done!" the man tells me, "We just wanted some privacy."
"There will be no privacy when you have been assimilated!" I say, "The Hive Mind is one mind, and we shall all become one."
The woman wails even more, and the two leave.
My social skills seem to require more work on them.
Ro Laren walks in; she sees me and comes over. I explain what I am trying to do.
"I have trouble fitting in, as well, Seven." she tells me, "I get into a lot of trouble with Commander Riker for insubordination. Just be yourself, and not someone else."
"That does not make me fit in" I reply.
"Do you WANT to fit in, Seven? she asks.
Ro Laren may well be right. I am more contented as a drone and annoying people, rather than trying to please them.
"Thank you, Ro Laren." I tell her, "I will put you at the back of the queue to be assimilated."
"Glad to help!" she says with a laugh.
As I leave I tell two at the bar that the Borg are supreme, and resistance is futile. This causes them to fall off their chair.
I feel a lot more at ease now, and can relax in my alcove.