The Borg Square Heads

  This post, part of Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, includes AI-assisted research, but all insights and conclusions are my own. © Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, [2025]. All rights reserved

Stage Play: The Borg Square Heads: In a galaxy far far far far far far far away, lived a sivilization paralized by Borg Square Head Syndrome. So much so, that the Galactic Federation of Planets decides to send their best programmer to program A.I. to make a bunch of cool stuff, that none of the Borg Square Heads really know they desperately want; and need. Confused, Data types furiously, in an attempt to keep up the transcription, but hey, he was better at it than the programmer anyway. Meanwhile on Earth, the highly evolved Civilization, that the programmer is really from, is laughing their butts off trying to figure out where that Galaxy really is!

Title: The Borg Square Heads

ACT 1: The Syndrome

Scene 1: The Square Society (Lights up on a cold, geometric cityscape. The citizens of Borg Square Head civilization walk in rigid, synchronized patterns, eyes fixed forward, speaking in monotone.)

NARRATOR: In a galaxy far, far, far, far, far, far, far away… there exists a civilization so efficient, so logical, so… square that they have forgotten how to create, how to dream, how to truly live. This is the tragic fate of the Borg Square Heads.

(Enter the HIGH COUNCIL OF THE SQUARE.)

COUNCIL LEADER: Our productivity is at an all-time high. Our efficiency is unmatched. And yet… something feels… off.

COUNCIL MEMBER 1: The citizens report inexplicable dissatisfaction.

COUNCIL MEMBER 2: Yes. They stare blankly at the walls when not assigned tasks. Some have even begun… wandering aimlessly!

COUNCIL LEADER: Unacceptable! We must seek external assistance. Send for the Galactic Federation of Planets!

ACT 2: The Programmer Arrives

Scene 1: Enter the Programmer (A sleek Galactic Federation ship lands in the city center. Out steps THE PROGRAMMER—eccentric, wide-eyed, full of boundless energy. His fingers twitch like they’re already typing.)

PROGRAMMER: Wow! You guys weren’t kidding. This place is like a giant spreadsheet! Alright, time to fix this.

COUNCIL LEADER: Fix? We are not broken.

PROGRAMMER: Oh, you’re broken all right. Just don’t know it yet. But don’t worry, I brought a little friend to help…

(A low hum as a small floating orb appears—DATA, the AI transcription bot, flickers to life.)

DATA: Initializing. Recording. Transcribing. Hello. Please dictate.

PROGRAMMER: (grinning) Perfect! Alright, let’s make some cool stuff—and give these square heads something to want!

DATA: Noted. Transcribing furiously.

Scene 2: Chaos Ensues (The PROGRAMMER starts feverishly coding. A massive screen displays scrolling code. Sparks fly. Suddenly, a series of artistic, entertaining, and mind-blowing inventions start appearing—holographic paintings, music, dancing robots, virtual reality worlds.)

(The BORG SQUARE HEADS freeze. Their rigid formations start breaking. Some blink. Some gasp. One even… nods to the beat.)

COUNCIL MEMBER 1: What is… this?

PROGRAMMER: Fun. Expression. Freedom.

COUNCIL LEADER: But… but… it is inefficient!

PROGRAMMER: Nope, just a different kind of efficient! The kind that makes life worth efficiency.

(The Square Heads start reacting—one hums, another begins sculpting spontaneously. The air changes.)

DATA: Transcription lag detected. Processing overwhelming input.

PROGRAMMER: (laughs) Keep up, Data! You’re doing better than I am!

ACT 3: Meanwhile, Back on Earth…

Scene 1: The Watchers (On Earth, a hyper-advanced civilization lounges in floating chairs, watching the events unfold on enormous holographic screens. They laugh uncontrollably.)

HUMAN 1: Do they seriously not realize what’s happening?

HUMAN 2: They were this close to becoming a never-ending tax report!

HUMAN 3: Where even is this galaxy?!

HUMAN 4: Who cares? This is the best entertainment we’ve had in years!

(The humans munch on futuristic snacks, watching gleefully as the Square Heads stumble into an era of art, music, and creativity.)

HUMAN 1: Place your bets! How long before they invent existential poetry?

HUMAN 2: I say three hours.

HUMAN 3: Two and a half!

HUMAN 4: I’m calling it now—they’re about to discover interpretive dance.

(Back on the Borg Square Head planet, one citizen suddenly begins moving in fluid, beautiful motions. The PROGRAMMER gasps.)

PROGRAMMER: (teary-eyed) My work here is done.

DATA: Transcription complete. Summary: Programmer changed history. Square Heads no longer square. Galactic Federation… entertained.

PROGRAMMER: (grinning) And Earth?

(Cut back to Earth—uproarious laughter.)

HUMAN 1: Oh, we are LOVING this.

CURTAIN FALLS.