"Oh, shit," he said, and fainted.
=Unit 1 active,= a voice said in his head. =Primary directive...Secure raw materials and rebuild collective.= He felt compelled to act on the directive. The stone left on the ground, forgotten for now, he began to move, somewhat stiffly, toward the school. It would contain the necessary tools and materials to create a new unimatrix.
Fortunately for humanity at that point, the new Borg was low on energy and materials, and at that point was little threat...Unit 1 headed to school, looking only a bit more pasty-faced than normal, his clothes hiding the progression of Borg implants that would need more energy to grow beyond where they were.
