action; | sob this hurt to write
[ seven looks down, the redirecting of her gaze answer enough. ]
The Doctor was the one who saw to the removal of the majority of my implants when Captain Janeway liberated me from the Collective. He has intimate knowledge of my cranial infrastructure — enough to extract my cortical array and gain access to the memory engrams indexed within my neural processor. He was... attempting to do so. It is... It is very likely that he will succeed.
[ because the doctor was efficient, because he knew precisely how every inch of her worked, from her ocular implant to her toes, and because the parts of his program that gave him the ability to separate right from wrong had been removed from his base subroutines. it is a grim realization, to know that in all likelihood, she will be reduced to an echo within the hive mind; a body on a ship that serves no purpose aside from the borg technology she's partly comprised of. she would not put it past ransom to salvage her for parts when he's willing to slaughter members of a sentient race. ]