Star Trek: Picard
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Borg Queen: Jack, my child. My flesh, blood. For all my darkness, you are light. For all my suffering, you are life.
Jack: I don’t know what I am, but I know I’m not yours.
If she wants me, then I’ll trade myself for answers, and when she’s close enough to give them, I’ll show her exactly who and what I am.
Jack
Data: Would you like me to say something comforting?
Picard: You might find that impossible.
Data: I know.
I’ve never been so happy to see so many wrinkles.
Troi
Picard: We’ve been here before. And I’m reluctant to ask you all to face this threat again.
Riker: We’re the crew of the USS Enterprise. But more than that, we’re your family.
Troi: Jack, Alandra, Sidney. They’re our family too.
Riker: Jean-Luc, wherever you go, we go.
Funny. I’ve always known the world was imperfect. The broken systems, the wars, suffering, violence, poverty, bigotry. And I always thought if people could only see each other, hear each other, speak in one voice, act in one mind, together. Who knew a little cybernetic authoritarianism was the answer?
Jack
Picard: Computer, initiate system reactivation procedures.
Computer: Authorization acknowledged. USS Enterprise now under command of Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
Picard: Well, I hereby accept the field demotion.
Jack: So many blossoms. So much life. Thousands of flowers. So very different, but beneath the soil, the vines are connected.
Troi: Do you find that comforting?
Jack: Not comforting, no. No, right. True. Purposeful. Perfect.
Jack: I don’t know what they are. Or what they mean.
Troi: Symbols have nothing but meaning.
Biology doesn’t always need words to communicate. Flocks of birds turn in unison. The architecture of a beehive, an ant colony, all wordlessly connected. Some transceivers and receivers are organic. So too must be the technology inside Jack.
Beverly
Jack: The Borg. That’s quite the explanation. A life of disconnection only to realize I’m emblematic of what? A bee? Seeking a hive for a collective, for a queen?
Picard: Subconsciously, perhaps.
Jack: So how much of me is me?
Nothing is more elusive than a door the mind doesn’t wish to open.
Troi
