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I start to say something because that sounds ominous, but then I realize I've just been beaten within an inch of my life, and perhaps a hospital visit is in order for my recovery.
So the doctor leaves you alone with the television. There's a news blurb on the monitors about the crash and about what you did. You're being hailed as something of a hero. The ship and what's left of the drones are being taken to a secured location for analysis.
Magehammer is interviewed as an expert on the Borg. Who knows how he convinced anyone he was such? He gives the same advice he gave you.
"If you are unarmed and are confronted by a drone, start tearing out wires. One of them connects to the Central Processing Unit and will shut the drone down."
After the news comes on, you get to watch old movies.
Carly Rae comes in after a bit carrying a tray of food. She's a volunteer worker at the hospital, working for school credit. When she sees you, she freezes, her face turns white, then she regains composure and gives you the tray. Saying "Is there anything else I can get for you sir?"
She's trying to treat you like any other patient.
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Five or six Borg. Good job, I congratulate myself.
You have a nice scar on your neck to show for it. You can feel the scriff sense to your armor is somewhere in the hospital.
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I wonder what would happen if I'd been assimilated. I expect I would have broken free eventually. I really make a very poor team member under most circumstances. The Borg would have found themselves wishing they had not assimilated me. Well, except for my tech.
As you're lying there thinking that, you must be thinking it pretty hard, because you hear a woman's voice in your head, in response.
"Brave words. I've heard them before. From thousands of species across thousands of worlds. Now they are all Borg."
It feels kind of like when someone makes telepathic contact with you, but not. More mechanical and threatening in nature. It would seem you're still connected to The Collective in some fashion.
OOC) That's a normal thing for former assimilated drones. According to some novels, Picard dealt with it for the rest of his life.
(Doing Therapy)