We are Many, and you... are one. How can you hope to prevail against us?
What is a drop of rain, compared to the storm? What is a thought, compared to a mind? Our unity is full of wonder, which your tiny individualism... cannot even conceive.
Mistrust is the tyranny of the individual. Your own kind sees you as a threat. Why do you murder our unity? No matter, the line is drawn. You will cease to be. It is just a question of who will bring your end. Us? Or you?
The individual is obsolete. When you and your kind are extinct, we will cleanse our collective memory of the stain of your existence.
Your time is running out. This place is a womb, where we grow our future. Your weapons fail, your ammunition runs low, and you've yet to see our most beautiful creation. All you have is your hatred, and your... individuality. Now don't you wish you joined us? Would you then feel so alone?
Learn to overcome the crass demands of flesh and bone, for they warp the matrix through which we perceive the world. Extend your awareness outward, beyond the self of body, to embrace the self of group and the self of humanity. The goals of the group and the greater race are transcendent, and to embrace them is to achieve enlightenment.
As I looked into its dead black eyes, I saw the terrible sentience it had in place of a soul. Behind that was the steel will of its leader. Further still I could feel its primogenitor coldly assessing me from the void. And looking back from the furthest recesses of the alien's mind... I can only describe it as an immortal hunger.
We can slay the Tyranids on our worlds, blast their fleets from space, grind their armies to torn and ruined fragments. But their hunger? That is beyond our ability to slay.
Helios will speak. Year of our Union, 125. Our consensus remains clear, yes, we will prolong a second century of peace. Economical automation is complete. Our research will now encompass other frontiers.
Yes, this is the consensus we have created. Our unity will soon be absolute. The remaining boundaries are vanishing.
Yes. Share your mind with everyone. Open yourself. Your needs are the needs of all. Let us understand and be transformed, yes, transform each other and transform yourselves.
The only frontier that has ever existed is the self. Helios has spoken.
Hidden within the clicking, chittering swarm is a unique mind, still young, but growing more aware as time passes.
"All consciousness is one, separated only by a thin veil of the physical."
Seven of Nine: You are an individual. You are small. You cannot understand what it is to be Borg!
No. But I can imagine. You were part of a vast consciousness; billions of minds working together. A harmony of purpose and thought; no indecisions, no doubts; the security and strength of a unified will.