"You don't look so tough." "We are Borg." "Aren't you going to tell me you're going to assimilate me?" "You wish to be assimilated?" "No. But that's what you things do, isn't it? 'Resistance is futile'." "Resistance is futile." "It isn't. My people resisted when the Borg came to assimilate us. Some of us survived." "Resistance is not futile?" "No. But thanks to you, there are very few of us left. We're scattered across the galaxy. We don't even have a home any more."