Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 22:08:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Buky <kael116@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Borg  - chapter 4

This story is fictional in every account, contains graphic sexual
language, depiction of homosexual sex acts, and is not intended
for audiences who are under the age of 18 years old or do not
wish to read it. You have been warned and the author assumes no
liability in placing this wherever it is placed, read by whoever,
or how it is used.  The Borg and Star Trek are registered
trademarks of Paramount Pictures and are used here with respect
to Paramount.  No humans or Borg were harmed during the writing
of this story, and hopefully, all the animals in my computer case
decided it was time to move.

This is Sci-Fi, not celebrity!

The Borg
By Buky-18
kael116@yahoo.com

Chapter 4 - The road to assimilation

     The Borg ship was humid, hot, and dank.  The smell of hot electronics
and warm bodies filled the air.  It was pleasant to me, a computer guy,
but for the others, it was probably repulsive.  We walked closely
behind the naked drones that led us through the catacombs of the
Borg vessel.  The deck plating was cold under my feet, and it was
so humid and hot that my skin glistened with moisture (and sweat).

     We were being led through sections of a Borg vessel that had
never been seen by anyone in Starfleet that lived to tell about
it.  The walls were lined with drones, as always, but the alcoves
were much different.  Tubes hung from the ceiling and traversed
the open corridors - they writhed as if they were alive,
dripping condensation.

	Massive amounts of circuitry and machinery lined the corridors
that I recognized as propulsion and computer components.  There
was an eerie soft blue/white light that arose from underneath the
deck plating/grating, while much activity could be seen between
the spaces in the walls; like windows in a building that separate
offices from the hallway, but there was an equal amount of space
on the other side of the walls.  Drones walked, seemlingly for no
reason.

     Large openings in the hallway let us see the vast chasm of
the vessel we were on.  I stopped and looked out into the behemoth
 of a vessel, thinking "this is my fate".  Large catwalks and suspended
walkways littered the inside of the ship, while huge transport lifts ran
along the piping in the various sections, making the ship seem as
if it were alive.  The large chamber was maybe the size of three city
blocks.  The top was filled with six cylindrical assemblies that
emitted pulsed light and sub sonic rumble.  The walls were
lined with row after row of alcoves and hand rails for at least
900 ft from the bottom of the chasm to the ceiling.

	The bottom of the innards of the vessel was a maze of piping and
ducts.  Tunnels ran underneath the piping, with many openings and crawl
spaces.  Large lifts ferried drones back and forth.  A GIANT suspended
mechanical assembly lay across the east and west wall of the cube.  It
spun slowly and descended, then rose again, and then descended.  I stood
there in awe of the vast engineering and techological power the Borg
had in their possession.  Tieren grabbed me by the arm and yanked me along
with the rest of the group.

	"What the fuck do you think you're doing?  Are you trying to get us
killed?" he spat.  I turned and looked at him and his glorious body.  I
smiled and said, "We'll be drones soon enough.  Do they really want to
kill us?"  I turned around and began walking with the rest of the
group.

     We walked for what must have been an hour, because my back
started to hurt.  My skin was slippery and greasy with sweat and
grime of the Borg ship.  The Speedo I was wearing was soaked
through with sweat and grime, and it began to ride down my legs,
revealing the top parts of my ass.  It was also so hot in the
ship that the air coming out of my lungs was possibly cooler than
the air of the ship.

     The setting kept changing as we ventured deeper into the
vessel.  The bulkheads had more gaps and fewer alcoves.  There
was also less activity of other drones.  The light also changed
to a pale green.  Steam rose out of the floor, but it was cool
and dry.  Large circular vents were placed on the bulkheads, and
the ceiling gradually rose higher and higher.

     Suddenly, we came to a large opening of some sort.  The
corridor led to a vast chamber, cylindrical in shape, with a
metal grate ceiling and floor.  It had high ceilings, maybe 30
feet, and lots of recessed nooks and crannies.  Alcoves and
machinery lined the walls.  There was no activity in here at all.

to be continued