Assistant Chief Counselor/Medical Officer's Log # 15 - "Primal Fear"

Posted on 23 Sep 2013 @ 4:52pm by Lieutenant JG Delainey Carlisle

278 words; about a 1 minute read

So much has happened in such a short time it's hard to know where to start. All I can think in the semi-quiet moments is a single word: nightmare. As members of Starfleet, I know risk is part of the price we pay for the privilege of exploration and discovery, and as difficult and scary as many of those risks can be, I'm surely not the only one who has learned to take things one moment at a time. It's not that I'm not scared, but I've learned to work through the fear anyway.

Even if I wanted to think of the Borg the same way I think of other enemies or challenges, not even I can manage to do that. I'm not any more melodramatic than the next person, or at least I don't think so anyway, and yet, the Borg strike a degree of fear in me that is primal. Even before seeing the debris field that was the Venture, I remember seeing the images of Wolf 359. I remember Deanna Troi's interviews regarding the healing journey of Jean Luc Picard. 'Assimilation is a trauma worse than death' I remember them saying. I believe it. Assimilation strikes at the core of what so many people fear... Loss of control. Feeling helpless. Loss of autonomy. Losing one's soul.

I believe in time those we have saved can recover. More than ever, I know they will need our support, and I would never try to convince anyone of something I could never believe.

But...

I'm also human.

Helping them means confronting fears as old as creation itself. I pray I can be as strong as I want to be.

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