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  • The only memories I have before 3 that I know are real are traumatic.

    My Grampy’s funereal day at my Granny’s house. I’m being carried down her driveway. Everything is so strange looking because the perspectives are so different from the norm. I can only assume it’s my mom carrying me. All I really remember is the trees with the black stripes for the gypsy moths.

    I also remember being late in age 2 and I go to cross the street, see a car coming, so I come back. Then when I go to cross the street, I tripped and just happened to land my knee on a sharp stone. I remember lifting my knee and it was just entirely coated in blood. (I probably could have used like one stitch. It healed fine. Still have the scar)

    Then nothing much until around 4 or 5 when it starts to come together and be more coherent.





  • Oh what a cool take!

    I always liked to think of the Borg as being almost more like an emergent property of a certain level and type of organic/inorganic interfacing.

    So it’s not that one species was the Borg, all are in potentia. And every time a species commits the same error or reaches the correct level of “perfection”, they find themselves in a universe where they were already existent.

    Like a small hive self-creates, opens its mental ears and is already subsumed into the greater Borg whose mind it finds.

    I like that it adds almost a whole new level of arrogance to their statement, “Resistance is futile.” They believe it not only because they are about to physically assimilate you, but because every advance you make brings you potentially closer to being Borg through your own missteps.