Thursday, May 29, 2008
Running For Mayor Of Unimatrix Zero
Guest Poster: Annika Hansen
Things are hotting up in the race to be Mayor here in Unimatrix Zero.
Since I decided to throw my hat in the ring and run, competition has been fierce. I am neck and neck with my rival Axum, who happens to be my former lover. I caught him going off with another woman.
I wonder what my alter ego Seven of Nine would think of all this? She will never know, as we, here in this area, are the subconciousness of Borg drones who possess the recessive gene. She and the Borg Queen are always on the prowl for Borg that have them. If only Seven knew!
Still, I'm having to go all around the caves in the area, kissing babies and telling them my policies.
Korris, my Klingon neighbour, is my Campaign Manager. Together we worked out a set of sensible measures for the manifesto. I threw in extra taxes for golf clubs, as Axum loves to play golf, and tax relief for the Unimatrix Zero Women's Institute.
After all, I am a member there, and it would give me some kudos with the Chairwoman.
Here I am, at the next cave.
"Hello." I say robotically as the owner comes near, "Can I be sure of your vote at the Mayoral Elections?"
"No you may not!" says the angry and familar voice.
It's Vi Toran; the Bajoran lover of Axum.
"You wait and see." I tell her, "Axum will dump you as soon as the next woman comes along and he tires of you."
"I keep him satisfied." Toran says cattily, "Which is more than you ever could. Axum will be Mayor, I shall luxuriate in the title of Mayor's wife and you will be nothing."
I am about to go forward and have a fight with her of major proportions when Korris steps in behind me.
"Annika." he advises, "It wouldn't be good for the Mayoral candidate to be seen fighting with the lover of of her opponent. The Unimatrix Zero press and television are close by, and they would be delighted to get a major headline for Unimatrix Zero Today."
He's right. People will pick that rag up and get the wrong impression.
"After the elections," I say quietly to Toran, "It's you and me."
"Anytime, Hansen," she smiles, "Anytime."