A love poem for Star Trek: Voyager fans.
Seven of Nine, my sweet Seven of Nine,
Loveliest Borg to have once been my kind:
Make me your drone, guide my daily routine,
Join my collective, and rule as my queen.
Seven, it’s true that I’m not cybernetic…
But one glance from you makes my probe go kinetic!
Our union would be a unique symbiosis
Of beauty and passion—here’s my diagnosis:
Resistance is futile when you’re all I see.
Dear Seven of Nine, please—ASSIMILATE ME!
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