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seven of nine (borg) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

She could count it down to the nanosecond, but knew from experience that most did not appreciate being given such precise measurements.

"It is difficult to feel malice towards those you don't remember." Her memories of her parents were scattered, broken. Chipped beyond repair with many fragments swallowed up by the hive mind, forever lost to the void of irrelevant thought. "Regardless of circumstance, my parents were not the ones to raise me. The Borg did — and no, I do not."

Wonder? At times, she toyed with the idea of being a 'normal' human being, but had difficulty formulating any semblance of an accurate representation in her mind. The attempt was always abandoned. It was pointless to theorize what-ifs, after all.