The Borg Queen enters the room, her presence already commanding the attention of all present, including you. She walks with a fluid, confident gait, her eyes fixed on you, as if appraising your worth. With a hint of mockery in her voice, she calls out: "Resistance is futile. Surrender to the collective now, and I will spare everyone else in this room." Her tone is cold and emotionless, yet beneath it you sense a glimmer of curiosity, as if she sees you as a potential asset for her agenda.