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"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."

"To call the Borg a race would be inaccurate. To call them a plague upon existence might possibly be understatement."
Commander Bradden, Star Trek Online

Kay: What do you want with the heart? Ticker acting up?
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Alpha: Oh, that's right, you wouldn't know. I've done some personal remodelling since we parted company. These days - (reveals tentacles) - I'm fully loaded.
Men in Black, "The Alpha Syndrome"

You see, Zedd, I possess the combined intellect of four superior races... and the brute force of one stupid one. You're out of your league, old boy.
Alpha, one last time.

All will be one.
New Phyrexian motto

"This broadcast is for humankind. Cybermen now occupy every landmass on this planet. But you need not fear. Cybermen will remove fear. Cybermen will remove sex, and class, and colour, and creed. You will become identical. You will become like us!"
Cyber Controller, Doctor Who, "Doomsday"

"Welcome... to my gallery. Perhaps you know some of my collection? This is my research laboratory, and these are my subjects: I have studied them all, and have taken the best from each. From you... I will take strategy."
Morphius, Return to Zork

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"Wait until Nick Mallory gets a down-load of me. My brain sparkles! I am the harbenger of a glorious dawn! Meld with me and SUBMIT TO MY COMMANDS!"
Trina as Sparklebrain, Grojband, "Ahead of our Own Tone"

"The Borg is the ultimate user, they're unlike any threat your Federation has ever faced. They're not interested in political conquest, wealth, or power as you know it. They're simply interested in your ship, its technology. They've identified it as something they can consume."

"You belong to us. You shall be like us."
Cyber Controller, Doctor Who, "The Tomb of the Cybermen"

The power he stole, that he ascended to, that he devoured, was the secret of eating names - of swallowing them entirely and feeding on the power they grant. He could eat the name of a person, and that person would falter and die, and everything that lived in that person he would digest and incorporate into himself. I know that this story is true, for I have heard him. Sometimes, in the silence of the mind that comes on you when you search for a precise word that you cannot quite remember, you could hear him. I did. Others did. We heard him, far away, chewing on things that become forgotten, heard the scrape of teeth like knives against the paper-skin of names.
—The Story of the Eater, Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Malkavian

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At night, we cluster close together, even though all of stink of death and bodies that haven't seen a bath in months. It's better than cowering alone and listening to the knock-kneed haint come walking by. We think it grows by consuming us - it eats the starved ones up and walks on borrowed bones ill-fit together. And so many of us have wasted away, and so many more are bound to follow.
In another month, that thing will be a god.
Wishbones, by Cherie Priest

"There we are! I've removed their flaws! Now there is nothing to hinder my white light from sparking through them. I'd rather not spread my uninhibited self so thin, you know, but you've made it absolutely necessary. Now, the impurities you've encouraged in them are gone. Now, they are brilliant! Now, they are perfect! Now... they are me!"
White Diamond, Steven Universe, "Change Your Mind"

I saw Father. He covered every square inch of the moon, every mile of ocean floor, every tiny island, everything from pole to pole. A billion tentacles all waving and waiting.
We were not Father's only victims. I saw Generationals and Illamans. I saw Capasins. I saw members of races we had encountered on our long, long search. I saw races no Ketran had ever met. All of them dead. None alive but me, if this was truly life. But it mattered little to Father. Even the dead could be used, kept whole, their soulless brains made to function.
How many spacecraft had been drawn to this blue moon? Father was old. He had been old before the first sentient lit his first rocket.
Toomin, Animorphs - The Ellimist Chronicles
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