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Her world had been green, always glowing green. Seven of Nine rremembered nothing else. She didn't want too. Who or what she was before was irrelevant, wasn't it? Captain Janeway was trying to make her less sure.
She took away the voices and the world of green. There was silence in her head and too many colours in the world. Captain Janeway had made her flawed and inefficient.
"You'll adapt," Captain Janeway promised. She doesn't want too, Seven doesn'twish to become imperfect and corrupted by being an individual. Perfection that was what she wanted, more than want she needed it.