In a world where Borg are the Mount Everett of Thinking Machines. And thus prohibitively expensive to use for those troublesome insurgencies plaguing your third-world regime.
The relatively cheap, disposable SAR [study analyze reprogram] is the Predator meets Terminator solution for your battlefield needs.
An example of throwaway military-purposed androids, based upon The Borg and thus epitomizing the no-holds-barred style of combat. They are the automated replacement of choice for biological soldiers when plausible deniability is first and foremost, and your defense budget is tight.
No politicians wringing their hands over the adverse opinion of your country’s ruler when a military op they’ve Okayed goes south or too deadly or too expensive.
So. If mass destruction at a low cost is your goal, and genocide is your desired result. In other words, when it’s take no prisoners, but I’m on the cheap and I can’t spend a lot. These killing machines, pinnacle users of adaptive learning, will destroy every living person and thing onsite, and you won’t break the bank.
SAR. It’s a win-win for everybody … except for your enemy. So, get yours, before the other guys do.
For the time being, much to the dismay of many a Borg girl, Lucy/No-One/Seven only wears her Parts, when she’s with Sister Edy. In a word: Perfection!
“It’s been you, all along.”
“Of course. After all. What would be the point in being this way if you didn’t experiment upon yourself?” Lucy asks, rhetorically.… Read Full Article
Giggerota. Theory is one thing. Implementation is another thing entirely. This is why they are rarely one in the same.
Lucy is wearing her Kock [pearl necklace] and is strapping Parts, but is otherwise naked. A naked Sister Edy activates the Bobby Shaw Carver.… Read Full Article
“What I just saw wasn’t Mars.”
“Your destination has changed.”
“Then. I’m guessing that wherever I’m going, it won’t be in the company of a squad of Marines.
“What I just saw was remote-viewing transferred to video, correct?”
“How many previous aways?”
“Yours will be the thirteenth.”
“How many were exfils of aways that went south?”
“That’s need to know.”
“And.… Read Full Article
“What in the fuck were you thinking?! You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Lucy screams at Sister Edy as she shakes the nun into consciousness from the brink of oblivion.
“That’s the problem. I wasn’t thinking at all,” responds the nun in a very groggy voice.… Read Full Article
Prelude to a Kiss
Position vs. Role—For the Borg, your role in society is immutable. Once a Queen, always a Queen. Once a drone, always a drone. There are only three castes in Borg society: the ruling UDG (Upper Data Group), the “advising” Religious Caste, and the ruled LDG (Lower Data Group).… Read Full Article
The Borg babe in black
George Orwell once said: “Good people sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because tough men stand ready to do the violence on their behalf.”
Where? A very white non-descript room. Everything is very white and non-descript, and none of it is nascent.… Read Full Article
The One-Percent Solution
At twenty percent machine, Lucy is be quite formidable. As is her maker, Babb. As is any twenty percenter who has been assimilated into The Collective.
At twenty percent machine, a Borg can assimilate any living being with a neural implant whose security protocols they can crack.… Read Full Article
Lucy’s female intuition tells her that her daydream is more than just a daydream.
At death, the machine consciousness of a Borg is uploaded to the Resurrection Facility where it’s stored in an available Closet Continuer until it can be downloaded into a new artificial body.… Read Full Article