Starry-eyed viewers assume
adventure-loving humans will trek
the 21st century's final frontier,
free enterprise in federated space.
Yet, lurking in cryptic lines,
a message in reverse:
WE are the Borg,
launching our collective ego
as techno-conquistadors,
computerizing all Creation
with encephalic machines,
our bio-robotic brains
turn the Cosmos to profit,
the bottom line directive
to eat or be eaten
and make of the Earth
a planet rich and strong.
So look out galaxies,
here we come ( ! )

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