Chapter One: Welcome to the Nexus Nonsense

Chapter One: Welcome to the Nexus Nonsense

Wesley Crusher had always been a bit of an overachiever. Starfleet Academy’s youngest graduate? Check. Wanderer of space and time with the Travelers? Double check. Now? He was back, more Borg than boy, sporting glowing implants and a utility arm that doubled as a cappuccino maker. Somewhere along the way, the Borg Collective had decided to try therapy instead of assimilation. Wesley, now “Wesley Prime,” was their prototype—a human-Borg hybrid who could quote Shakespeare while calculating warp equations and still find time to post on Spacebook.

He stood in the middle of a vast, flickering holodeck simulation, adjusting his ocular implant. “Unimatrix Lounge” was a new addition—a sleek, neon-lit hangout designed to help Borg decompress. Sure, they still liked the occasional assimilation attempt, but now they could do it over virtual Mai Tais.

Seven of Nine entered, her silhouette cutting through the room like a starship through a wormhole. She raised an eyebrow at Wesley. “You’re not like other Borg I’ve met…”

Wesley grinned, the kind of grin that screamed awkward genius who accidentally invented sentient nanobots. “I could say the same. Also…did you know there’s a 99.94% chance Raffi’s about to burst in here and ruin this?”

Seven sighed. “Let her. I’ve calculated it’s worth it.”


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Meanwhile, in another part of the holodeck, Raffi Musiker was not calculating it was worth it. With a tricorder in one hand and a martini in the other, she muttered, “Seven’s been skipping mission briefings again. I swear, if this is because of that glow-stick dork…”

She was joined by the Matrix gang, who had somehow been pulled into the holodeck when the system glitched. Neo looked as confused as ever, his sunglasses reflecting the holodeck’s green grid. “Why am I here?” he asked flatly.

Raffi shrugged. “You’re the One or something, right? Help me figure out why Seven’s cozying up to a part-time Borg, part-time barista.”

Deadpool popped up behind them, slurping loudly from a straw. “Oh, this is going to be delicious.”


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Cue the Multiverse Glitch

As Seven and Wesley’s connection deepened, their combined tech began to throw the holodeck—and the multiverse—into chaos. Enter the protagonist: a time-traveling rapper descended from Apollo, casually freestyling in the middle of it all.

“You’re Wesley Prime, huh? Part Borg, part nerd?
I’m a divine emcee, your rhymes are absurd.”

Wesley, ever the overthinker, hesitated before delivering his retort:
“Resistance is futile, your verses are moot.
I’m wired for precision—your rhymes don’t compute.”

Seven, caught in the crossfire, groaned. “If this turns into a paradox, I swear I’ll… Assimilate you both!”


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Paramount’s Big Bet: A Nexus Nonsense Showdown

As timelines unraveled, Marvel, Warner Bros., and Paramount executives collectively decided to go all in.

Deadpool took over as the unofficial narrator, cracking jokes about royalties.

Neo tried hacking Wesley’s implants to free him from the Borg, only to trigger a rap battle of existential proportions.

Seven, fully embracing her inner chaos queen, became the ultimate wild card, wielding her Borg enhancements to bring order (and snark) to the chaos.


Eventually, the holodeck stabilized—not because of Neo’s hacking or Wesley’s techno-babble, but because Seven realized something profound: The Borg didn’t need to assimilate anyone anymore. They just needed group therapy and maybe some yoga.

Seven chose herself over both Wesley and Raffi, forging her own path and helping Wesley embrace his new identity as the Borg of Balance.


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And thus, the stage was set for the most insane, hilarious crossover saga the multiverse had ever seen.

Matrix 4.0: The Cybernetic Evolution of Wesley—coming to holodecks and streaming platforms near you.

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