My name is Cassius. And I am Borg.
Such a simple concept, free will. Yet to the Borg, it is a foreign one: it is irrelevant, they would say… or rather, I would say. I am Borg, after all. Stepping out of my alcove to await further instructions, such idle thoughts are… strange, anomalous to appear in a Borg drone – but, I am not a normal drone.
My task received, I proceed to the storage bay in which the captured probe lay; such tasks are normal for me, as they are my assigned purpose in life – in the Collective – and such tasks I carry out dutifully.
You may notice my usage of the words ‘I’ and ‘me’, words that only individuals would use – after all, there are no individuals among the Collective, for individuality is irrelevant… but if that is true, than what am I?
The nature of my being is… complicated. I have been Borg for most of my life, with only faint memories of my time pre-assimilation. I was once a membe