Kathryn Janeway, a grim expression on her pale gray face, stood in the center of Unimatrix One with her cybernetic fingers tightly clenched around the Borg Queen’s metallic neck.
“I have isolated her personality matrix and can proceed to delete all files,” B’Elanna Torres reported.
“Your inefficient human ethics won’t allow you to do it,” the Queen mocked.
Janeway hesitated. “Tell me one thing first. Do you have any coffee?”
“No,” the Queen sneered. “Your drone’s body couldn’t metabolize it, anyway.”
Torres, ready to delete the files, knew nothing could save the Borg Queen after this.
“Now I’m really pissed.”