Mr Data vs The Borg
by Firebird.
Chapter 02 - Torture
Lacutious backs away from me to the other side of the room. I watch as three
tables are teleported into the chamber. One is directly in front of me while the
other two flank both its sides. Each allows the occupiers of the tables to view
each other. The tables are similar to my own. Tilted near vertical with
restraints. My program is maintaining an acceptable processing level with the
emotion chip. With my previous memory of my old emotion chip I understand I am
feeling fear and apprehension.
"Good, Mr Data. Experience the fear," commented Lacutious.
I hear footsteps and, a few seconds later, six drones herd three crewmen into my
room. Two females and one male. The male is escorted to the left table, and the
females are to the middle and right. They are restrained to the tables. Their
arms are locked outwards from their body forming a cross. Their ankles are
slightly separated about two feet apart. The straps holding their limbs to the
tables are of the same material as my own. They have no hope of escape. The
females whimper while the male keeps his eyes closed. He is silent. I watch as
three drones attach a small black device to the left temple of each of the
hostages.
"Activate emotion sensors," orders Lacutious.
The hostages are fine. I, however, am not. The emotions from the hostages are
being fed into my emotion chip. The feed from my crew-mates is overwhelming. I
find my body trying to emulate the physical movements of the crew. My
programming increases my breathing function in response to the emotional input.
I feel I'm wasting energy processing the emotions. But I have no choice. I find
it hard to concentrate on any one process. Then, as quickly as they came, the
emotion feeds stop.
"A taste of things to come," Lacutious says staring at me. The emotion to hate
is easily accessible with the chip.
"Your emotion chip is well designed, Mr Data. However hate is only one emotion
it has. The main ones we intend to use are pity, lust and passion. Your chip
will emulate the emotions so strongly that you will beg us to do more of what
will happen next."
"Lacutious, you will not find me an easy challenge. I will not give you what you
want."
"We shall see. Start with the male."
The emotion feed from the centre male is activated. My processors work to deal
with the information. I can feel his heartbeat, his respiration, his fear. He
looks around at the Borg drones. He knows he will die, but will he die
painfully? In agony? I do not know.
Two drones move to stand beside him. They both start to cut his clothing down
each side. Their slow jerky movements cause pain to the male as the laser cuts
into his flesh. However it's accurate enough for their purpose. They make sure
they cut carefully around the restraints so the clothing can easily detach.
Within a minute, the clothing is ready to be removed. One Borg reaches up with
his hand and grasps the male's clothing and pulls it away from his body.
The cool air on his torso causes a spike in his emotional feed. I know my limits
and I know that my positronic matrix will shutdown if the input from the emotion
chip succeeds my limitations. However, being forced to focus on the fear and
humiliation from the male is overwhelming.
The drones continue to stand beside the male. Lacutious orders them to proceed
to the next stage. One of the drones takes grasp of the male's genitals. The man
coughs loudly as his penis and testicles are gripped in a cold metal vice and
pulled outwards from his body. I can feel his pain. He looks down and can see
his penis being cruelly distended away from his pelvis. The skin is stretched to
the maximum give available. The second drone lifts up his arm in front of the
male, the male looks at the arm and cries out in horror as a large serrated
blade flicks outwards from the drone's robotic arm. This blade is not designed
to simply cut quickly, it is designed for pain.
The male and I watch as the blade descends towards his genitals and rests again
his pubis. The male looks over to me and mouths for me to help. I cannot. The
drone's arm swings into a sawing motion as he starts the slow and painful
separation of the male's genitals from his body. The pain is overwhelming and I
scream along with the male. Blood flows freely from the cut along the Borg's
robotic arm. It sprays upwards landing on both the Borg and even over to the
females nearby. The Borg ignores the liquid and continues to saw while the male
screams for mercy. The females are screaming and Lacutious activates their
emotion feeds into my system also. The Borg continues the sawing motion until
finally the penis and testicles have detached from the male's body. The males is
gasping large amounts of air. He is going into shock.
I can feel the male dying. His warm, life-giving blood is being pumped onto the
floor. His own heart is killing him. Lacutious simply watches. The females sob
and plea to be freed. The emotional feed from the male is getting weaker by the
second. Forty-seven point two seconds later after the Borg drone had removed the
genitals, the male expires. The emotional feeds from the females are
discontinued.
Lacutious walks to stand beside me. "Give us the plans and your friends will not
suffer."
I take the time to reboot my processing memory and move my essential functions
into higher memory. I cannot access the Federation plans in my matrix even to
expunge the data. This would give the Borg the memory addresses that I need to
keep confidential above all else. I must remain conscious to hold back their
attempts.
Lacutious continues to stand before me. "Answer me, droid."
I focus my optical lens on Lacutious.
"I will not sacrifice the lives of billions in the Federation. You will not gain
access to the Federation Defence plans. Even if I did give you the plans, the
Enterprise crew will still be assimilated into the Borg collective. They would
rather die than be slaves."
"Irrelevant." Lacutious turns away from me and moves to stand beside the male's
body. He nods to another set of drones as they move out away from the wall. They
both go over to stand beside the female directly in front of me. Her emotional
feed is activated. Again the drones go through the process of removing the
female's clothing. Her heightened sensitivity and strong emotional abilities are
fed to me. I know I will shutdown as the feed is close to my limits.
Lacutious looks to me. "Mr Data. We did not inform you. We have altered your
input pathways, they are now seven times more capable of taking the emotional
input. We would not want you to shutdown before we acquire the knowledge we
seek."
I discard my secret plan. If I could have shutdown, I would have had a five
nanosecond window where I could have accessed the Federation Defence plan and
expunge it from my matrix. However, in light of Lacutious's new information,
that possibility was now eliminated. As the drones remove the female's clothing,
I try to formulate a new plan of defence.
The drones step back to reveal the naked female. I have worked with females all
my existence and found them to be very capable, but this time the emotion chip
changes my logic algorithms. The female body is a puzzle. It is not designed
around strength, agility and speed like a human male. It is more focused on
presentation, seduction, lust and enjoyment. The female looks up at me. Her
lower lip quivers. She is very scared.
I however, am very ... aroused.
"You do know this female, Data?" asks Lacutious.
I had avoided accessing my memory banks on the crewmen so as to minimise the
emotional impact being inflicted on me. Lacutious however wasn't going to allow
it. Unfortunately for me, the crews' profiles were not stored in an encrypted
section of my positronic matrix.
"This female is known as Dala JR. An ensign working in the medical unit. She is
twenty-six years old. She has a boyfriend who is still in the contained area.
She likes playing the flute, drinks non-alcoholic beer and has had sexual
intercourse only three times in her lifetime. Is she not ... beautiful?"
I hate Lacutious. I look to Dala. She is a brunette with a slim, firm body. Her
pubic hair is slightly darker than the hair on her head. She has a number of
freckles on her chest and breasts.
Lacutious continued, "Yes, you are right. She is beautiful. Let us see how
beautiful she is without her breasts."
A Borg drone takes Dala JR's right breast and pulls it outwards from her body.
Dala screams for the drone to stop. Her emotional feed increases three hundred
percent. Not enough for me to shutdown by. I am left with the only option,
watching as the drone's laser cuts away Dala's right breast. The drone lifts up
his robotic arm and, with excellent precision, cuts away at Dala's body. Dala
has gone into shock and her heart rate is nearly one hundred and eighty beats
per minute. She continues to scream at the drone. The drones don't even stop to
pause as they also remove her left breast.
Lacutious looks at the female. She is breathing rapidly and hyperventilates.
Eighteen seconds later, she faints.
"Remove her to the airlock and revive her, then release her into space,"
Lacutious ORDERS the drones.
"No Lacutious, she is not dead. Leave her be."
Lacutious looks to me. "Then give me the plans, Mr Data."
"I will not."
I watch as the drones remove Dala JR from the table before me and drag her out
into the corridor.
"Proceed with the next female," orders Lacutious.
The whole process is repeated again. The cutting and removing of the female's
clothes. Lacutious spares me her name and details. Instead, this time the drone
simply cuts her from her throat to her pubic bone. The drone then removes the
still alive female's internal organs and lets them slop to the cold, hard metal
floor at my feet. I feel great pity for the female as she dies. Her eyes watch
me as her lifeforce is freed from her body. It takes over four minutes and eight
seconds for her to expire.
"This is not productive," Lacutious says to the Borg collective. "Let us proceed
to the next stage. We will be successful there."
