Musings About Aging

(subtitled-"Where Do The Old Borgs Go?")

by Analog the Android
(aka. Ayla or Mandy Doerr)

Being an android, I chose to demonstrate my prowess with the literary arts by writing my musings in a PANTOUM, a Malayan poetry form.

Do androids ever look their age?
I suppose they do for a while.
They look a lot older at their birth,
Yet look younger most of their lives.

I suppose they do for a while,
Look the age they actually are -
Yet look younger most of their lives.
I doubt the Borg share the same fate.

Look the age they actually are,
Often the lot for organics and Borg.
I doubt the Borg share the same fate
As their parts of silicone and titanium steel.

Often the lot for organics and Borg:
To age as Father Time marches on.
As their parts of silicone and titanium steel,
Find other spots to rest upon.

To age as Father Time marches on -
With arthritic joints and brittle bones.
Find other spots to rest upon,
Let the rest of the world pass.

With arthritic joints and brittle bones,
Does the aging Borg get these parts replaced?
Let the rest of the world pass,
I will contemplate this thought.

Does the aging Borg get these parts replaced?
Wouldn't they end up like me?
I will contemplate this thought -
Where do the old Borgs go?

Wouldn't they end up like me?
Well, I haven't met one yet.
Where do the old Borgs go?
Do they have a retirement home?

Well, I haven't met one yet.
I wonder what that means -
Do they have a retirement home?
Or do they depart as Solyant Green?

I wonder what that means.
Do they take shuttle tours of systems?
Or do they depart as Solyant Green?
Maybe they just hide when company comes.

Do they take shuttle tours of systems?
What other things would an old Borg do?
Maybe they just hide when company comes.
I really wish someone would tell me.

What other things would an old Borg do?
Do they enjoy their golden years?
I really wish someone would tell me.
Where do the old Borgs go?

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