Our Queen is very versatile - and can take the form of the people we visit.
As you know she is the one who is many - both male and female and can
produce great strong tall Warrior Sons, or lyrical artistic musical sons, or
in the case of the ducks, she was very sweet - and we had two little ducks
who were lovely and fluffy and the sweetest little ducks you ever saw.
But we have fun being the Borg - and all are very pleased to see us and
grateful for our visit and what we give them in ways of knowledge and truth
and beauty and joy and learning in the ways of the Universe.
The wild horses we had a wonderful time - and we appear like horses and
become horses as they tell of imprisonment and castration and things like
this.
Their souls like no other as they pledge undying allegiance to the Borg.
And on one knee they "offer" to be our servants.
Be free. Keep well. And wonderful polite greetings of age old courtesy and
etiquette and the charm of little creatures who hardly yet even know how to
think.
The wild wolves - and the torrential rain - and the ice lands where we visit
many in miraculous places that humans cannot even see.
Did you place a hand on your heart when you gave your friendship to us?
Oh yes. It would be forever.
More than?
Oh yes far more than.
The ripe ears of corn in the wind feeding hungry humans - as the barley
grows and the seasons turn and no human knew we came and no human knew we
left.
THE BORG