[Voice Post]

It has been a while since I was able to meet with you Seven, but...in case something is to happen...
( Screened for lyrics. )

((OOC: The Doctor doesn't know Seven is gone. As I am dropping him, I want him to think he was finally able to tell her his feelings so he has a happy ending. Shortly after the song is posted, he will vanish, so he will not be replying.))

I am not certain why I was reciting prohecies and poems about Sparta, but since it seemed to be a theme to be Spartan around the compound during that time, it's not important.

There's an infirmary! Finally, these Keepers seem to have gotten the right idea.

*Goes there to take a look around at all the new supplies.*

O ye men who dwell in the streets of broad Lacedaemon!

Either your glorious town shall be sacked by the children of Perseus,

Or, in exchange, must all through the whole Laconian country

Mourn for the loss of a king, descendant of great Heracles.

((OOC: The Doctor can't fight due to his programming, but he does have history in his memory banks. So now he's gonna spout off random predictions and poems about Sparta. This is the one that would have been said in 300))

To be human, to say the least, is very interesting. The food was wonderful. The sleep was grand. Even the exercise was excellent even if I couldn't move for two hours the next morning. I think I overdid it a bit.

Now I have a comparison for those subroutines I have been working on. They are still quite pale compared to the real thing, but at least now I won't overdo them.

...

I appear to be...hungry.

((OOC: Doctor got a Kupi and now he's human!))

Well, this would be a good way to gather information.

So, anyone may ask three questions about me and my world and I will get to do the same to you in return.

It should not be this difficult!

This compound is only so big and she's a rarity out of ALL of space. Finding her here should not be this difficult!

Perhaps there was an error in my optical subroutines? So I misread the word? Borg was something like broad? Optical implant something like obtuse plant?

I can't even check because of this accursed cuff!

So I am to be confined to this room until 5 AM. Fine. I will continue my search then.

*Muttering to self about settings and time and the sound of buttons starting to be pressed. Then the sound of a cuff going off.*

GAH! What...what in blazes was that?!

It felt like something was trying to burn my insides!

Was...was that pain?

But that shouldn't be! This sort of couldn't be from the new programming.

Did this...band do it? I know I can't get it off, but why would it hurt me like that? How could it?

*Muttering of what could have happened till the recording times out.*

It has been brought to my attention that one of my old crew mates has arrived here as well. And is still alive.

Her name is Seven of Nine, a former Borg. She has blonde hair, usually put up in a bun, blue eyes, and an ocular implant over her left eye.

I would greatly appreciate it if someone might tell me where I can find her. I have to be sure it's her.

((OOC: Strikes are illegible. This post took much rewriting on The Doctor's part to be presentable. He's quite nervous.))

I demand to know the meaning of this! I am not very appreciative of someone who kidnaps me, takes me away from my important work, and demand that I help them win a war!

I am a doctor, not a soldier! I may have been made for a starship, but I am supposed to help explorers, not destroy living creatures you cannot get along with!

These kidnappers are even so rude to act like I want to be here. I'm sure being kidnapped is a vacation for them too.

Did they even realize what day they kidnapped me on?! I was in the middle of something very important, thank you very much!

I will not fight. I will have nothing to do with any biological warfare either. My kidnappers can feel free to try and hack my subroutines, but I have faith that collective knowledge of the Borg will outdo any human programmer, no matter how skilled. Seven was a genius, after all.

Though, I suppose when it comes to the soldiers who are injured, I can help. If they are my fellow captives, they shouldn't suffer. No one should. I am The Doctor, after all.