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seven of nine (borg) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

Parents were a confusing subject. Seven recalled hers — vaguely. Distorted images and voices, someone shouting for her to run and hide. Her recollections were still mostly obscured by her Borg nature, a large portion of them permanently lost when they were declared irrelevant and unimportant, not worth retention.

Mostly, they're just names in a database. The Hansens were as familiar to her as her own given name. (She didn't use it for a number of reasons. She didn't remember being Annika. That innocent little girl was gone.)

"I am aware of the concept." Shutting her tricorder, she stood and returned it to her hip. It was one of the few pieces of 24th Century technology that she'd arrived with and she made sure to keep it close at all times. "However, as previously discussed, I find it useless to me personally. It is beneficial to those who require mental rest, and I support the crew taking their leave, but I am not among them."