A zombie borg concentration camp officer holds an innocent independent journalist underwater, their spleen hanging out. They have wires into their muscles and brain, and are interrogating them via torture. Officer: "So, you want to build a lock for your front door." Independent journalist, automatically translated by a computer from spasms of intense suffering: "Yes! Aren't locks so cool? I think I can make one that takes twice as long to pick!" Officer: "Tell me, why do you want to lock your front door?" The zombie concentration camp presses a button and the independent journalist's body spasms wildly. Independent journalist's automatic translation: "? To keep people from breaking in?" Officer: "The people around us don't trust us, do they? We have a lot of things to hide?" The officer presses the button again. Large bubbles somehow rise from a convulsing body disgorging blood into its surrounding fluid, and the container shakes violently. Independent journalist's automatic translation: "One moment, I am in severe need of managing some injuries." Zombie officer: "Take your time." A minute or so passes. Borg worker: "So, you claim you are a journalist, but you spend time trying to lock your door?"