Dormouse
Mean can be funny
I tried to highlight the attractive elements of each possibility earlier, but since you're all throwing around accusations of assumptions, here it is: Darkest timeline version.
The Living Planet
So the process of assimilation itself is excruciatingly painful. You're basically dissolved in acid, and your transformation drags on for weeks and weeks. You have plenty of time to regret your decision: The hivemind of the planet is decidedly antipathetic towards all other forms of life, and you're nothing but more matter it will use in its quest to conquer the universe.
As your life is drained from you, hallucinations and paranoia compound the extreme pain. Your thoughts race, guilt about your total betrayal of species diversity overwhelms. You realize that the borg has no interest in preserving your skills or memories. You fight it, but no force of will can overcome the biological toxins: your final experience is one of extreme confusion and suffering, as one by one your memories are erased and your mind degenerates.
The Machine Planet
To begin with: You die. Turns out something's lost when you forgo all material continuity!
Failing that, you've committed uncountable duplicates of yourself to slavery and torture. Turns out the machine world is imperfect, and the minds harvested by the superintelligent managers are used mainly for experimentation and menial labour. Once you've been run through enough painful and humiliating simulations for them to have extracted all useful information, your intelligence will be docked and you'll serve as a drone operator, or a recruiter of future converts. With access to neural map, they can reprogram you to think whatever they want.
The Etheric Planet
a) You're vaporized! The end.
b) Aliens are luring you there to make human soup.
c) Kind of like the parallel torture/desecration/endless pain of the prior options, but with like 29 extra dimensions.
d) Totally the same as this world.
Fly into the Sun
Bad news, you're just boring. It's what everyone's thinking. If you're remembered at all it'll be as that vaguely-noble-but-unimpressive guy. I mean, really. Is your existence that special that you wouldn't risk it to experience something incredible? Are you so perfect that any possible transformation of your being is abhorrent?
The Living Planet
So the process of assimilation itself is excruciatingly painful. You're basically dissolved in acid, and your transformation drags on for weeks and weeks. You have plenty of time to regret your decision: The hivemind of the planet is decidedly antipathetic towards all other forms of life, and you're nothing but more matter it will use in its quest to conquer the universe.
As your life is drained from you, hallucinations and paranoia compound the extreme pain. Your thoughts race, guilt about your total betrayal of species diversity overwhelms. You realize that the borg has no interest in preserving your skills or memories. You fight it, but no force of will can overcome the biological toxins: your final experience is one of extreme confusion and suffering, as one by one your memories are erased and your mind degenerates.
The Machine Planet
To begin with: You die. Turns out something's lost when you forgo all material continuity!
Failing that, you've committed uncountable duplicates of yourself to slavery and torture. Turns out the machine world is imperfect, and the minds harvested by the superintelligent managers are used mainly for experimentation and menial labour. Once you've been run through enough painful and humiliating simulations for them to have extracted all useful information, your intelligence will be docked and you'll serve as a drone operator, or a recruiter of future converts. With access to neural map, they can reprogram you to think whatever they want.
The Etheric Planet
a) You're vaporized! The end.
b) Aliens are luring you there to make human soup.
c) Kind of like the parallel torture/desecration/endless pain of the prior options, but with like 29 extra dimensions.
d) Totally the same as this world.
Fly into the Sun
Bad news, you're just boring. It's what everyone's thinking. If you're remembered at all it'll be as that vaguely-noble-but-unimpressive guy. I mean, really. Is your existence that special that you wouldn't risk it to experience something incredible? Are you so perfect that any possible transformation of your being is abhorrent?