I really wanted to do a silly alien abduction tale, silly is my default mode, but the fanfic story that popped into my head had other ideas. While I was able to sprinkle in a few crumbs of humor here and there these alien abductors are just too inhumanly merciless and brutal to do a silly story about. And the violence and ultimate violation they have committed against billions of humans and others all over our galaxy doesn't single out women and girls, doesn't discriminate but considers all genders, ages and species fair game for their single-minded mission of conquest. As I reach the one third finished mark I hate what I'm having to do to my young narrator, but the story demands it. And while I'm giving her the happiest ending the circumstances will allow she will have experienced tremendous loss and her tale's conclusion---while a happier ending than most of their victims get---will be a bittersweet one...
~Hugs, now back to it so I can hopefully finish this by the 20th, VERONICA
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TEASER:

The moment that tractor beam hit our little ship we knew our fate was sealed. My moms and I had been abducted by the most feared beings in the galaxy, merciless creatures who saw us as nothing more than raw materials for their quest to turn everybody, everywhere into what they were. The drones ignored my screams as they scooped out my left eye and replaced it with a more efficient visual apparatus, then replaced other parts of me with tools suited to the function I'd been assigned to fulfill. Wires snaked into my brain, and when my mind was linked to the collective I wasn't me anymore. I was no longer anyone...

But I'll say one thing for being turned into a Borg, it did eliminate my gender dysphoria for the next 5 years. When you're nothing but a component with the designation 13-of-13 gender identity is irrelevant.

DEBRIEFING

Another debriefing? Sure, if it helps. Especially if all you want is a summary. I've been away so long, and finally seeing home again every time I look out the window, just two hundred kilometers below is making me anxious to beam down and get back to my life. To my family; or what's left of it...

It's been a long week up here, but at least we're done with the physicals and the psych testing. And I do understand why you had to be so thorough. You had to make sure I'm safe and won't go running around assimilating people. Which I don't think I'd be able to do even I wanted to.

As the Enterprise was bringing the seven of us home that nice Doctor Crusher did a pretty good job of removing as many of our implants as she could, of purging most of the nanoprobes from our blood and deactivating the rest, and making us look halfway normal again. Although in my case she could only do so much. I know I'll never pass as completely human again; some of this hardware I'll stuck with for the rest of my life. It's in too deep, too integrated with my biology. If you took it all out my head would probably fall off. I'm a bit of a Bride of Frankenstein even by Borg standards.

Although that part wasn't actually the Collective's doing. Me and the seven other survivors did this after the crash, when we thought we'd be stranded on that planet until we died. That was some rough living, especially with having to learn to think like separate individuals all over again; And under the circumstances this head swap seemed like the only way for me to become who I needed be; A much cruder version of the medical transformation my parents and I were on our way to have done when all this started. I remember how happy I was when we set out on that trip, couldn't wait to get to that clinic on Risa. And then everything went to Hell.

But shit happens, and what happened to me and to my moms has to be about the shittiest shit there is. I would seriously kill myself before I'd let them do that to me again. The only thing I would hate more is how I'd be helping them assimilate other people. Other victims. I wouldn't wish the five years I spent on that Cube on anyone!