I am Hamlet of Borg; To be assimilated or not to be assimilated, - that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the collective to suffer
the slings and arrows of an outraged federation
or by assimilating end them?
To die, to assimilate, no more...
But that the dread of something after assimilation,
the undiscover'd country, from whose quadrant
No traveller returns (not for 70 years anyway) - puzzles the collective
and makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than resist others, while we know it's futile?
Thus Picard does make cowards of us all;
and thus the native hue of resolution
is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of a proton torpedo impact.