I'm Noisy Wren — Bla, bla, bla, I'm just a Borg with a magnesium pen, a laptop, and a slight imagination. Look kindly down on my hybrid frame; I was once as beautifully human as you are now. Those were the days of human Wren. I'm Borg now and living toward my hybrid future. I'm chaos — trapped in a bag of flesh — waiting for a place to happen. When I perceive, I jump. Sometimes, I wish I was different, but my chaotic personality has kept me alive in love and war. When I write I'm different, not so chaotic. I can think and edit my weird out — grounded even — one of the reasons I love writing. I am who I am, and nothing—more or less.