Friday evening, I was driving home from work and the sun was setting. It was so pretty that I found myself thinking that it would be really cool if I could take pictures with my eyes. *BLINK* and the image is stored in some hard drive where I could post or email the images I capture as needed. This made me start thinking of the Borg. And how I would like to be one.
I have admitted to my STNG geekiness. So this should come as no surprise.
The first reason I would like to be a Borg is that I would be able to take pictures with my eyes. Of course I may not appreciate what I am looking at because I would be part machine and have no sense of the aesthetic, but it would be cool to be able to do that.
Reason #2, as a Borg, I would be able to monitor what is happening inside of my mostly mechanical body. There would be no worrying about blood sugars and vitamin deficiencies. Every thing would work like clockwork and if something was wrong, I would be alerted by some nifty little monitor inside of me. And Nanoprobes would fix whatever the problem is.
The third reason I would like to be a Borg is that as one, I would never feel alone. The Borg Collective would have me surrounded by other Borg thoughts and that would be comforting. However, as I am technically somewhat introverted (I know, hard to believe but true. Kinda.) I would have my alone time when regenerating. I think that would be a nice balance of solitary time and community time.
The 4th reason is that I would have an easy name. While Farheen is a delightful name, sometimes I long for something a little more simple. One of Three, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix D260 shall be my designation. See? Simple.
The fifth and final reason would be that as a Borg, I would command fear in my adversaries. If you talk back to me, I could just shoot you with my mechanical laser arm. And I would disregard anyone who I do not perceive as a threat. And if by some chance, someone musters up the courage to attack me, I would be able to adapt and my enemy’s attack would be ineffectual.
My Trekkie friends often refer to me as a Klingon, probably because of the long shaggy dark hair and the tendency to seek revenge, a dish best served cold. Perhaps it is the inner warrior that they have seen glimpses of, blazing out of my bulging eyes (only seen when the Wrath of Farheen ™ is aroused) or maybe because of the constant growling. It maybe my mocha skin tone or the fact I avenge any perceived slight against my personal honor with a ferocity and passion that is rarely seen in these times. Despite the fact that some if not all of these reasons are true, I think I could make it as a Borg. It is appealing to me.
Resistance is, after all, futile…