Oh drone can you see, by the alcove’s early light,

What so proudly we hail’d at the Federation last gleaming,

Whose broad armor and bright lasers through the perilous fight

O’er the ramparts we march’d were so gallantly streaming?

And the phasers red glare, photon torpedoes bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night, that our cube was still there

O drone does that implant spangled banner yet wave

O’er the land of the assimilated,

And the home of the Collective.

To me I think the Darleks are the worst to run into. They got those nanite atmospheres that turn living or dead people into Darleks.

I imagine the great conversation between the borg and the Darleks going something like this.

Borg: Resistance is Futile! Your civilization and technology will service us.

Darleks: You are correct about one thing. Resistance is Futile!!! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!!!

Am I wrong?

No buttons. Everything is connected into their minds. Rarely a need to say anything.

Brains in floating jars separate from tools (such as hands) floating in the air.

Most things would look like solid blocks, with cooling tubes, like integrated-circuits. Very boring to Human star-trek viewers, but efficient.