I was born in Chicago, Illinois, on planet Earth. Chicago is amazing with a rich history, starting when it became a city in 1837. Known for deep dish pizza, Wriggling Field, and Prohibition, I spent my formative years there. In 1871, Mrs. O’Leary kicked over a cow and caused a massive fire that burned most of it to the ground, but we Chicagoans are a hearty bunch, and now it features historical homes from Frank Lloyd Wright. He and his brother, Wilbur, went on to invent the first airplane. But I digress.

At the end of my teenage years, I was unsettled. I was bored and had no idea what I would do with the rest of my life. Then one day, I saw a video. Join Starfleet. See the Galaxy. Meet interesting Aliens. That sounded right up my alley, so on a whim, I joined up. I would return a Captain, chest covered in medals and dripping glory. I would be amazing!

The next few years were interesting. I moved to San Francisco and attended Starfleet Academy, where I suppose the best thing you could say was, “someone has to be in the bottom third of the class”. I was not a resounding success as a cadet.

I joined Starfleet Security and graduated as an Ensign, ready to explore the galaxy and meet interesting aliens. I discovered it was theoretically possible that someday I could be Captain of a Federation Starship. It turns out that the Starfleet officer who flies the radioactive waste ship is called Captain. Who knew?

And so, the adventure begins.