"I am the Master!" screamed the cybernetic humanoid as he lurched bizarrely out of control around Unimatrix Number Nine. "We are the Cyber-Borg!" came the reply, "And you have been imperfectly assimilated. We will try again." "But I can help you! If only you allow me to keep my individuality and LISTEN TO ME! I AM THE MASTER!" "You are weak and will be assimilated. Resistance is futile. Individuality is irrelevant." The voice had an air of finality; Of the grave. Still the master struggled.