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Buffy staggered and fell to her knee. She could see blackness creeping up her veins and her skin was turning gray. Her mind was inundated with the sounds of billions of voices crashing down on her at once. For a moment she thought she was going to go insane.
“Comply.”
The voice of the Collective was composed of more than a trillion drones scattered across more than ten thousand worlds. The pressure was unbelievable, and Buffy felt her arms shaking as she struggled to hold herself together.
If her immune system hadn’t been superior to that of most species, she’d have already been assimilated. This was the thought of the Collective, and the fact that it had come as her own frightened her.
“Resistance is futile.” The voice said again. “Comply.”
“No,” Buffy said. She shook her head. “I’d die first.”
“Your desires are irrelevant.”
It was then that Buffy felt another presence in her mind. It took her a moment to recognize it.
“If the lady says no, she means no!” Faith’s voice shocked Buffy.
“Faith?” Buffy asked.
“I’m here, B,” Faith’s voice said in her head. “We all are.”
In that moment Buffy felt something opening in her mind and then she felt them. Faith, Vi, Kennedy…all the members of the Slayer line back to the first slayer. It was the slayer heritage that each slayer left a little something of herself to be transferred to the next.
Buffy felt them press against her, and unlike the forcible pressure of the Borg, this pressure she welcomed. This was closer to mind melding with Sarek, or joining with Willow, Xander and Giles.
All the Slayers who had ever lived, their memories flooding into her all at once. Their will was united, because Slayers had always had a single purpose, to guard the world from evil.
Staggering to her feet, Buffy said, “Resistance is not futile.”
Her voice had a strange resonance, as though ten thousand voices had joined together as one.
The Borg had assimilated more than eight thousand species and never in their history had they assimilated another hive mind.
They were taken aback.
Legend, Chapter 42
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