I'm standing in the messhall in the middle of the night. The main lights are off but the small ones around the replicator and doors are enough even without my additional optical sensors.
I look out into space while wondering if there is something I can do. We are now looking for The Borg. The Captain having come up with the plan to seek out The Borg to help them defeat species 8472 in return for passage through their space.
It worked in OT, but now...I dont know. What's even more disturbing is that I don't know what else I can suggest. As hard as I have tired I have been unable to come up with a better plan.
As I sip my tea I hear the door open and I point a mechadendrite backwards to check who it is. I didnt need to bother as I could soon hear it anyway.
"Oh, Hiver, I didn't see you at first." Janeway say while walking over to the replicator and getting a Coffey "Couldn't sleep either?"
I shake my head "No. Just thinking." I answer as she walk and sit down by a nearby table. She is quiet for a moment before speaking up
"You are thinking about The Borg." and I nod
"Indeed."
She take a drink before eying me again "What do you think about them, now when you got more information? From your philosophy regarding cybernetics I would think you would feel at least some kind of...kinship with them even if you don't like their methods."
I just sigh softly and look out into space, sipping on my tea "Imagine, Captain that there is a alternate universe. Everyone there look like the people you know, but they are different because of choices they have made. Do you ever wonder what you could have been if you made all the wrong choices, in all the wrong places. The most evil, most horrible version of yourself. Have you ever wondered how things could have been then? Who you could have been?"
I watch her through my mechadendrite while looking out into space as she frown before shaking her head "I cant say I have. It's not a very pleasant thought to think that if everything was different, I could have been a evil tyrant or worse." and I can tell she is thinking of the mirror universe, something I don't have official knowledge of.
Turning to face her I sip my tea "I don't need to wonder, Captain. I have already seen the twisted abomination of myself, of my beliefs. I look into the dark mirror, Captain and what I see is The Borg.
They are the worst possible version of me and if I could I would wipe every single one of them from the face of the universe."
She frown "You hate them." and I smile slightly
"Hate. No, I don't hate them. I feel pity. Pity for what they are, what they could have been and for what will happen to them." and she frown and ask
"What will happen to them?" as I put my cup in the replicator. I take a moment before answering her question
"They chose the wrong path and in time they will pay the consequences.".
Then I walk out. Time to get some sleep before the shooting and running start.