The New Borg Prototype has left it’s maturization chamber. The time for opening has been made shortened by the crafts blows from the previous firefight, as well as, attacked by the altered anti-Borg nanite fluid.

The Light grows dimmer from within the capsule of the Borg Pod, as the pod begins to loose all power it had left. ( the pod was never built to be a continuous vehicle, only a temporary structure to escape an area, and to afford some limited help when you arrive somewhere else )

Borg Prototype : Standing still, looking straight ahead, as if it is awaiting new programming instructions. It speaks. “I am. . . . .” slowly and deliberately. Awaiting the correct response.

German Priest : One of the persons who entered the building structure in order to afford help to the plane which he believes has crashed speaks up. “My Son, Vere. . . . “ as he begins to state in broken German – English dialog, but than is quickly interrupted.

Borg Prototype : “ I am MEISON WEIR “. And turns his head down and looks directly at the priest who began to speak to him.