Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2003 14:38:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Buky Subject: The Borg - chapter 5 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 5 - The Assimilation Chamber There were two levels to the chamber: the outer rim was about 30 feet wide and surrounded the entire outer circle of the chamber. The inner level was about 6 inches lower than the outer rim and was of different plating. The deck was grated, not notch solid plated like the outer rim. The lower level was lit by a ring of lights hidden under the outer rim, casting an eerie glow over the entire chamber. On the opposite side of the chamber as the entrance, the ceiling and wall were gone, opening the floor of the chamber to the large chasm of the Cube. It was as if the entire assimilation chamber was a small stage. There were 12 tables in the room; 8 of them were a fine metal mesh/grating, with pads at the head, small of the back, ankle, and shoulders. They were located in the center of the chamber, heads facing outward in a starburst pattern. The remaining 4 tables were solid metal, possibly a polymer-alloy, solid, and had drains in the bottom and straps for the arms and legs; these were probably surgical tables. These surgical tables were located around the outer rim of the room on the raised level. There was also a fog in the air, kind of light mist that made things seem ethereal. In the most recessed section of the chamber sat two liquid filled tubes made of some clear substance (probably transparent aluminum) big enough to put a body in. In the right side of the room was a giant ring with some sort of mounting devices on the edge. Above the metal grate ceiling there were dozens of surgical tables mounted to the floor and there was much activity on the upper level. It looked as if assimilations were under way. Above that ceiling, there was another layer of beds and another above that, with assimilations occuring far above us. Occasionally, I could hear the screams of an unwilling individual, but they were quickly silenced. People pleaded for their lives not to be assimilated. Their pleas fell on deaf ears. I, like them, would be assimilated regardless of my consent. Below us, there was level upon level of assimilation tables. Some of them were occupied, others empty, but as not much activity going on below us as above. The din of noise was still quite loud. People screamed and then went silent. Mechanical sounds came from above and below. We stopped walking when we had entered the chamber. The drones escorting us stopped and turned to face us simultaneously. "YOU WILL NOW BE ASSIMILATED. YOUR LIVES, AS THEY HAVE BEEN, ARE OVER. OBEY THE DRONES. SUBMIT WILLINGLY. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE." No duh! I thought. 42 drones disengaged from their alcoves and walked toward us. Most of them were the regular drones that we had all seen, but a few of them were different varieties of naked drones. Three of them approached me and led me to a table in the lower level of the chamber. "LIE DOWN". I climbed onto the table and lay down. The table was incredibly cold compared to the unbearably hot environment that we had been in. Tim was at the table across and parallel to mine. Tieren at the table to my right. Lying to the right of Tieren was Jim Bexen, then Lt. Bryant, Tim, Luke, and Jezader to my left. Drones surrounded each of us. Three more normal drones approached my table, for a total of six. "ASSIMILATION COMMENCING."