Star Trek Talk: Borg Philosophy Is Bullshit
Borg Perfection Philosophy Is As Bullshit A Theory As They Come
We Are The Borg. Resistance Is Futile.
It’s the cyborg slogan infused with infamous mucho gusto. Don’t try to resist our assimilating antics, you’ll fail. Yeah, we all know the dastardly drill by heart now. The big bad Borg will assimilate us all. From this day forward, we’ll all service them. Yadda yadda. Blah Blah. Geez, such boundless bragging, from such bullying bastards. Get a new schtick, Borg buckos!
Gimme a friggin break dancin break. You’re boring us to tears, Borg. Your galactic domination act has gotten just a tad stale for advanced, sentient lifeforms everywhere. We are more than on to you scammers. We know what your ultimate weakness is and will always be.
It’s not about gaining access to your core OS and putting you to sleep. It’s not about introducing a cloaked neurolytic pathogen into the collective to bring chaos to order. It’s really rather quite simple. This is basic, so utterly foundational, and it will always be your achilles heel.
Your philosophy is complete, utter bullshit.
Plodding Perfection
The ever predictable Borg plod on in their putrid pursuit of perfection. They swarm about the galaxy in their ugly cubes scouring the galaxy for more technology and more advanced cultures to absorb. Recruitment or indoctrination?
Talk about bullshit.
No surprise. It’s really oh so easy peasy, lemon squeezy. Of course, that’s the Borg for ya. They are experts at peddling their plodding perfection. The collective, especially the Borg Queen, simply engage in brain washing - and brain implanting - to try to convince their prospective victims they will attain perfection. The Borg convince others, and most of all themselves, that eventually all this assimilation of lifeforms and cultures will result in a perfect society; a Borg constructed utopia.
These pale, zombie fashionable drones think they can sell others a load of goods. It’s nothing more than marketing bullshit. The Borg marketing and branding department must be truly a marvelous thing to behold.
Fantastic Family
Let’s not pretend or merely appear heroic, brave or foolish. The hivemind of the Borg is more than a little intimidating. It’s also confusing to the uninitiated. This system may deceive some into thinking the Borg comprise a great family of happy little drones. Nothing could be more false or misrepresented. Just ask a fella named Locutus.
Like some marauding clan of kidnappers, the Borg scour the galaxy to forcibly increase their ranks. Once absorbed and assimilated into the collective, these lifeforms now are designated to be whatever the Borg hierarchy - including most importantly of all, the ruling Queen - deem is best for the rest of the clan.
Your life is over. And now you service THEM. You’re merely a drone cog in a big, bad marauding collective. So, what do we call that particular philosophy? Call it Borg Bullshit or Borg BS, but whatever you call it, don’t call me to sign up for it anytime soon.
In the end, the Borg obviously need a little mental coaxing, a little refresher course of a reminder. Perhaps they could even use a group therapy session. It’s really all about family. As, ironically, the Borg’s own drone showed us, from the future, in the Star Trek: Voyager episode, Drone. He hadn’t been a part of Voyager’s family for long, but he cared about what would happen to them when the Borg attacked. It’s not about being perfect nor amassing the most or best technology. It’s about the cohesive unit, the family. The main collective which unites us with love and never leaving anyone behind.