Showing posts with label Borg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Borg. Show all posts

Saturday, 27 January 2018

Jasmine

MALE REPORTER
Uh, excuse me, Jasmine. 
What can we do to show our love for you?

JASMINE

You don't have to do anything except love one another. 
(smiles broadly
Although a temple would be nice. Something massive and awe-inspiring, yet warm and nurturing, celebrating the gentle pleasures of a peaceful, precious coexistence where violent behav—

" Any name of God which is found in the Bible can not be applied to the Deity prior to His self-manifestation in the Creation, because the letters of those names were produced only after the emanation. . . . 

Moreover, a name implies a limitation in its bearer; and this is impossible in connection with the “Ein Sof”. "




WOMAN
Now, what're we going to call me?

FRED
You don't have a name!

WOMAN
No.

FRED
You should have a name. 

WOMAN
Yes.

FRED
I don't know. 
I can't imagine one word, you know, summing you up. 

I mean, you're a superior being. 

Shouldn't you— Don't you want to choose it yourself?

WOMAN
No one born to this earth can choose their own name. 

They are named by those who love them. 

There are some rules even I must follow.
BORG: 
What is your designation?





LAFORGE: 
Designation?





BORG: 
Third of Five. 





CRUSHER: 
You mean our names. 
We don't have designations. 
We have names. I'm Beverly. This is Geordi.





BORG: 
Do I have a name?





LAFORGE: 
Do you want one?

[ Notice how they do not let  him answer - they just decide for him. ]





BORG: 
A name.





CRUSHER: 
I'm Beverly, he's Geordi, and you.





BORG: 
You 





CRUSHER: 
You 

LAFORGE: 
No, no, wait a minute. 
That's it. Hugh
What do you think?


BORG: 
You.

LAFORGE: 
No, not you
Hugh.

BORG: 
Hugh.

CRUSHER: 
Okay. Now, I'm Beverly.


LAFORGE: 
I'm Geordi.

BORG: 
We are Hugh.




[ Because 7 of 9 is most assuredly not Anika Hansen - all later claims to the contrary notwithstanding. ]


7 : 
When I was separated from the Collective I, too, was damaged. 
I was no longer connected to the hive mind. 
I lost many abilities that I had acquired as a drone, but I adapted. 

NEELIX: 
Because Captain Janeway didn't give up on you. 
She kept trying to help you. 

7 : 
But not by restoring me to what I'd been
By helping me discover what I could become.



"And God separated the light from the darkness. God call the light day, and the darkness he called night." 

And, again, the fact that things are named is also very important. 

You see this later with Adam, because God gives Adam the job of naming all the animals. It’s sort of like the animals don't actually exist until they’re named. 

That's another indication of the authors of the Bible attempting to come to terms with the fact that our cognitive faculties and our ability to speak have something to do with the way that we cast chaotic potential into actuality.

 We can't really get a grip on something before we have a name for it, which is why, for example, you all have names. 

Everything that you encounter has to have a name, because before it has a name, it's just part of the blurry background. 

You could say it exists before it has a name, and that's True, but it's also true that it doesn't exist before it has a name. 

As soon as you give something a name, its nature changes. 

You’ve transformed it into something that's not so much mere potential anymore. 

It’s, at least, on its way to being actuality, and to being a tool. And so the act of naming is repeated continually in the first chapters of the Bible. 

The reason for that is this continued emphasis on the importance of consciousness, conscious articulation, and speech. "

Friday, 28 April 2017

How Assimilation Became a Dirty Word : MANIFEST DESTINY


We are The Borg. 

Lower your shields and surrender your ships.

We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. 
Your culture will adapt to service us. 

Resistance is Futile.


Assimilation : The Arthurian Dream

 



[Captain's office]

(Sisko switches on a wall monitor.) 

EDDINGTON [on monitor]: 
Captain. 

SISKO: 
Mister Eddington. 
I have just one question. 

Why? 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
Will knowing my personal motivation change anything at this point? 

SISKO: 
No, I don't suppose it will. 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
Then let's table that for now. 

The only reason I've contacted you is to ask you to leave us alone. 


Our quarrel is with the Cardassians, not the Federation. 


Leave us alone and I can promise you you'll never hear from the Maquis again. 

SISKO:
 Unless you see another shipment you want to hijack. 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
You keep sending replicators to Cardassia and you're going to have a lot more to worry about than hijackings. 

SISKO: 
I don't respond well to threats. 
I thought you would know that by now. 
But I'm beginning to see that you don't know me at all. 

EDDINGTON 
[on monitor]: 
I know you. I was like you once, but then I opened my eyes. 
Open your eyes, Captain. 

Why is the Federation so obsessed about the Maquis? 


We've never harmed you, and yet we're constantly arrested and charged with terrorism. Starships chase us through the Badlands and our supporters are harassed and ridiculed


Why? 


Because we've left the Federation, 

and that's the one thing you can't accept. 

Nobody leaves Paradise. 

Everyone should want to be in the Federation. 

Hell, you even want the Cardassians to join. 


You're only sending them replicators because one day they can take their rightful place on the Federation Council. 


You know, in some ways you're worse than the Borg. 

At least they tell you about their plans for assimilation. 

You're more insidious. 

You assimilate people and they don't even know it. 

SISKO: 

You know what, Mister Eddington? 
I don't give a damn what you think of the Federation, the Maquis, or anything else. 
All I know is that you betrayed your oath, your duty, and me. And if it takes me the rest of my life, I will see you standing before a court-martial that'll break you and send you to a penal colony, where you will spend the rest of your days growing old and wondering whether a ship full of replicators was really worth it.


"For [Sisko/Roddenbury, The United Federation of Planets] means... a fixed array of behavior like a breed of dog or a species of animal. 
He is not thinking of a national community united by a literate language and a classical culture to which any person can become assimilated through a political choice. 
For [Sisko/Roddenberry, The United Federation of Planets] is unchangeable, and [The Federation] is destiny. 
It is a matter of blood and soil. 
The United Federation of Planets fights the Klingons,
and then assimilates them,

The United Federation of Planets fights Romulans,and then assimilates them,

The United Federation of Planets fights Ferrengi,  
and then assimilates them,

The United Federation of Planets fights The Borg,
and then assimilates them,


The United Federation of Planets fights The Cardassians,
and then assimilates them,

The United Federation of Planets fights The Dominion,
and then assimilates them,

and so on through all eternity. 

These hatreds are the main datum of sensory perception.
[Roddenberry's] warhorse is the Territorial Imperative. 
Each is obsessed with borders and territory [Neutral Zones and Demilitarised Zones, Badlands and Briar Patches], and each finds a way to oppose and sabotage dirigistic economic development. 

Each one is eager to submerge and repress other national groupings in pursuit of its own mystical destiny. 


This is [Roddenberry's] racist gospel of universal ethnic cleansing.