by Linda Robertson
Being a word-whore means having topics thrown at you that you may not be sure what to do with. This is one of those weeks. So I’ll let my sister word-whores wax wise upon the subject. I’m leaping on the easy train.
In pop culture, the idea of assimilation is often associated with the Borg, of Star Trek fame. If you don’t know about the Borg, go to another blog. I don’t have time to explain. If you do, read on.
I kinda dig the Borg. Especially Locutus.
Not that I want to be a Borg. I don’t want the cybernetic implants. I know they’re supposed to enhance the human, but cosmetically they’re clunky and the gray skin that goes with them…sheesh. I’m pale already, but that’s just ill-looking. The whole “resistance is futile” catch phrase is extremely pushy and not much in my character.
So what DO I dig about them? They adapt to any situation, to any threat, and I mean right now.
Can I have an extra dose of that, please?
I strive to adapt every day, to be what is needed and expected of me within the parameters of who I am. (Much like Jeffe’s “I like my way best” post.) Sometimes, when a situation I think I have a grip on changes abruptly, I have a trouble shifting gears and adapting to it quickly.
Its not that i seek social acceptance. (Hello! Trekkie here.) I’m more comfortable outside the social idea of ‘normal.’ Its more a competency thing. To be valid and capable to survive each day and meet or surpass the needs of my family and friends. As a mom, assimilation means survival for all on so many levels.
Hive mind as family unit doesn’t seem so bad on the surface…until the Borg greed issue comes into play.
Looking out for your own. Stepping up for it. Working for it. Protecting it. Fighting for it. All good.
I’ll pass on the aggressively taking over of other worlds. My family is more than enough for me.
