01.08.03 resistance is futile
I’m sitting at a café, waiting for my order. The Borg comes up.
- (robotic, with a southern accent) Greetings female.
- (looking around, a little embarrassed) Uh, hi.
- Be not alarmed. You may have gotten the wrong idea from what you’ve seen on the two-dimensional entertainment box.
- Is that right? Ah, here’s my food. I gotta go.
- Success on your digestion.
