I’m sure you’ve guessed it by now; write a post that incorporates a conversation into it. Write it.
I am a such a nerd…
I looked at the thing in front of me. It looked mostly like a robot, but it still had some human features, such as the face and arms and fingers. I knew what it was, of course. It was a Borg, but I couldn’t let it know that I knew that. Couldn’t let my fear show.
“Erm…hello,” I said to the drone.
“We are Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.”
It tried to take a step towards me, and I instinctively stepped back. Its movements were jerky and forced. Its systems must be severely damaged, I thought.
“Sorry, what? You’re the…bored?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know anything about Borg.
“We are Borg. You will be assimilated.”
The drone tried to take another step toward me and I stepped back.
“Uh…if you’re bored why don’t you take up a pastime? Like, er, knitting?” I asked the drone.
“Knitting is irrelevant. What is your designation?”
“I’m human,” I said.
“Species 5618. You will be assimilated.”
I stepped closer to the drone. It wasn’t trying to assimilate me, even though it threatened to. Systems must be really damaged.
“Damaris! What are you doing?”
Tom Paris ran up and pushed me out of the way of the drone and pointed his phaser at it.
“It’s not going to do anything, Tom,” I reassured him. “It seems its systems are badly damaged. It’s threatened to assimilate me but it hasn’t done anything.”
“We are Borg. Resistance is futile.”
“Come on, D,” Tom said. “Let’s get out of here. I’ve never trusted Borg.”
I crossed my arms. “So you’re saying you don’t trust Seven?”
“I-no, I didn’t say that I-,” he stammered. “She’s only part Borg, I-oh, come on!”