Alone. Stranded in some bad dream with robots that fail to listen. I said “Stere the Ship Starboard.” When they neither turned or slowed down, I checked the anchor, it’s in the rocks. Seems the helmsman has been drinking but I doubt it is Rum, or Scotch.
I’m going to whine, life’s not fair. No one will care. I’m alone in this world. I wish there was someone I could talk with. Besides Siri. Seems starship titanic was hijacked by the Borg for it’s oil and someone thought we would pick up supplies in dock. I have eight Borg that I’ve reprogrammed to be my robots, they are at my beck and call.
It’s not much fun, reprogramming the heads of disconnected Borg. They are connected, but still not useful for much more than Farming Turkey or making Cola. I see the heavenly sight of sirens on shore but once a day, a delight. But I plug my ears and don’t answer their calls. We have sailed many moons, many stars. Still searching for life, past the rocks on some new world to call home.
I was never married, so I leave no wife at home to suitors delight that they try to steal from my bread and port. I have no son, or daughter. Can not even get signal on my satellite phone. I would beam a message to space and ask for a search and rescue party to tow my boat back home. Alas I have Triple A, but they don’t work well with Starships.
Maybe I should call the Galactic space port, and have scotty beam me up? I wish that it wasn’t so serious, like just a spring or maybe a loose screw, but I’m really concerned that the Tractor beam isn’t working.
Set photons phase to stun, raid their Borg ship and take all their hardware. We will use their parts to build r2d2 droids that can fly the ship on auto pilot and I won’t have to worry about the helmsman drinking while on duty. He’s likely a robot too.
I wish that I could use the Borg spare parts to build an electromagnetic pulse capable of turning off this non-essential droids that just don’t understand how to dance. Maybe I will write a song about it and post that to youtube. But I don’t have an account.
Maybe I should just shut my processor down for a few hundred years, wait until the ship builds a new suit for me to wear, then I can go repair the solar panel and hopefully get the radio telescope to send messages back to the Virgo constellation where my people can hopefully build a worm hole to bring me back home.
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