this
is your Life. . . . .this
is your Life. . . . .
Seven_of_nine (aka Mand)
Born from the union of a turbo lift and a replicator, Seven enjoyed a carefree childhood within a close-knit family of several thousand. Although she had a close family resemblance to her kin, Seven felt somehow she was made for better things. She didn't just want to be just part of the crowd.
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Mummy Dearest |
Daddy Two of Seven, Uncle Lugnut Three of Eight, Auntie Ratchet Four of Four |
As Seven grew, she knew there was something more for her than a life of assimilation, so she collected her spare parts and ran away from home.
Being a loving drone however, she left a note for her family: "Trying to find me is futile"
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She had a crude map of the neighborhood so she wouldn't get lost. |
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Scouting around for a job, she ran into a smooth-talking military man who offered her a position demonstrating Snap-on-Tools. |
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Soon she had a nice alcove all her own, a neat car, and a whole new set of friends. She got to wear a cat suit and high heels every day and stand around holding her stomach in.
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Alas, her dream existence was not to last. Seven contracted a rare space disease which caused some parts of her body to inflate to unrealistic proportions, so she had to resign her job and leave the cosmos. She moved to the Midlands, UK, Earth. It seemed logical.
**Midi: "Star Trek Voyager Theme"
