[His response is to get a little angry. Because he doesn't want to have hope just to have it crushed. He doesn't want to feel that kind of awfulness. He wants to try to stay in the moment and revel in what tiny shreds of individual consciousness he has left rather than having hope, and then having it squeezed out him like he's a sad, spent tube of turbolift lubricant.]
[He gestures wildly to the sleigh.]
Okay, what, are we going to ask Santa for a cure to Borg assimilation?
Maybe see if the Easter... [He digs for old Earth folklore. A lot of the classic folklore characters around the holidays waned in popularity after many many world wars] wombat knows how to restore someone's individual consciousness?
Let's face it, we're probably multiple worlds away from anyone that can help me. So we just have to be pragmatic here and figure out how to handle...whatever comes next.
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[He gestures wildly to the sleigh.]
Okay, what, are we going to ask Santa for a cure to Borg assimilation?
Maybe see if the Easter... [He digs for old Earth folklore. A lot of the classic folklore characters around the holidays waned in popularity after many many world wars] wombat knows how to restore someone's individual consciousness?
Let's face it, we're probably multiple worlds away from anyone that can help me. So we just have to be pragmatic here and figure out how to handle...whatever comes next.