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I’m undergoing some unsettling events. I’ve decided to write them down to set order in the chaos. The cause of this lack of order in my, otherwise disciplined, mind is Seven’s illness.  But I’ll start from where stories must be told, by the begining.

During the past night, the sensor detected a huge debris field just ahead in our path. Mr. Kim called our attention over that during today’s senior staff’s brief gathering. It was determined that the debris belonged to a destroyed borg cube. The Captain, fearing the usual attempt  by the borg to recover their still recoverable parts, altered our course to avoid nearing the debris. Later, this very morning, Lt. B’Elanna Torres noticed we we’re receiving a signal with borg modulation. Shortly after, Seven showed the first symptoms of his illness: bit B’Elanna in her cheek saying she was a klingon, the son of K’Vok. That kind of bite is, curiously, part of the klingon courtship rituals. Seven fleed and when pursued, she managed to reduce one of my security men. Finally was trapped between two forcefields. When I arrived to her, she was disoriented  and didn’t seem the same Seven I know for years now. I took her to sickbay where the doctor told us she was showing multiple personalities.

Some hours passed and we learned what’s causing Seven’s illness. The destroyed borg ship was purposedly infected with a virus. As a result, the borg Vinculum (what holds their minds together) was modified to reflect the pain they caused to thousands of people. That, in the end, was behind the destruction of the borg cube and is now affecting Seven.

Risking the crew lives to a posible encounter with the borg, we approached the debris field and beamed up the vinculum with an idea in mind: deactivate it to bring Seven back to her normal state. Unfortunately, our efforts were vain and Seven worsened.  All the crew members of the Voyager… included myself, have done all we could to help her… but now there’s only one hope… a Vulcan mind meld might bring her back and away from the other personalities that fight in an endless struggle to seize her body.

It’s time to prepare myself… I’ll attempt the mind meld tomorrow.

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