Us. Your technological and biological distinctiveness shall be added to our own." Captain, the Borg cube has fired at us." Shields up. Return fire!" S...r, weapons are having no effect!" Rotate the frequencies!"Aboard the cube..."Federation vessel has not detected probe. Target attachment confirmed. Initiate decoy destruction of cube."Back on the Enterprise..."Captain, we have destroyed the Borg cube." Understood. Track any remaining pieces large enough to pose a threat and log this encounter.. With the dawn light shining in the room, he looked across the room at the anime posters, statues, clock and readinglamp. ?That weird dream again.? He said to himself. Every night for the past few weeks, George had dreamed he turned into a girl named Janet. The sort of transformation he often enjoyed watching in his favorite Japan animation. He felt his hands down his flat chest and to his crotch to confirm to himself that everything was where itshould be. ?What a relief.? Getting out of bed he. Daddy was away picking up fencing for the fields and I was in the back of the barn on my knees between Tyler's thighs. I'll give him credit; Quimby didn't lose his temper. But the low, even tone in his voice and the look in his eyes told Tyler he'd better grab his clothes and go without bothering to get dressed."Son," he called out, just before Tyler bolted from the back of the barn. "I oughta tell her Daddy and let him handle you!!!, NOW GIT!"That was when I made the deal with the devil that. "Now you try to do too much! You can't make up for missing yesterday by overworking today! You can't go back, my friend. Only ahead. Never try to go back. Now, rest. And begin again!"I rested. But then I worked myself to exhaustion again, feeling time rush at me. Finally, near the end of the session, Fiore walked to me and laid a hand on my arm. "Stop," he said quietly, unusually subdued. "Stop, my friend. You are working too hard. I want you to stop for today."I said, panting, "I have to make.