Stardate 76178.42
USS Istanbul
Annika's mind awoke to a living nightmare. The buzz of
consciousness that she had once known as her permanent mental state, that of
the Borg collective had returned. Yet this steady droning of mental awareness;
composed of possibly millions of other minds, was as different as night from
day from the collective she was used too. As her mental state began to clear
somewhat, Annika found that she was lying prone on the deck of the Istanbul's
small medical facility. How she got there, was uncertain. Yet this
new awareness of Borg activity must be related to her blackout and subsequent
move from the ship's bridge. She sat up gingerly, feeling through her body for
any sign of injury. She appeared to be perfectly hale, except for a slight itch
on her neck near where her implants used to be. Suddenly as her mind became
clear, Annika reached up with a trembling hand to her throat. As she greatly
feared her fingers brushed a thin metal tube coming from her neck. As tears
pin-pricked her eyes, she reached up to her brow where she found a smooth metal
device seemingly growing out of her skin. The Caeliar technology was gone. In
its place the cold metal of Borg efficiency had returned.
Her mind raced. This made no sense. She had not been
assimilated. Not in any manner of the Borg she knew. Instead, she had been
returned to the state in which Voyager's Doctor had recast her after her
initial break from the collective. She had versions of the implants she
had lived with all during her time on Voyager, during their long sojourn in the
Delta Quadrant. Yet she was undeniably tied to some new form of the Borg
collective. She could hear their thoughts and sense their feelings through a
mental link. Yet there was something gravely wrong.
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