My Dear Drone,
It has come to our-my- attention that I am malfunctioning, and only you can help.
You see, it all started many years ago, when you were first assimilated. I thought my cordical implant was malfunctioning. Do you even remember, dear drone? Your hair was tangled, but it was still of a beautiful gold color. You're eyes were so large, and so blue. You were so small, so afraid. I escorted you to the maturation chambers. You screamed.
My dear drone, don't you remember that it was I who technically assimilated you? It was I who inserted your implants. It was I who made sure you were fully Borg before letting you to your duties. Why don't you hold grudges, my dear? Can't you see that it was my fault that you lost your childhood? That it was my fault that you were assimilated? That it is my fault that you now have to live among humanity with optical implant remains?
Dear drone, don't be discouraged by your lack of humanity. It is my fault, not your own, that you have to re-learn it all. I am to blame for your lack of humanity.
My dear, please understand that we-I-am sorry. You know what it is like to be in the Collective. You've assimilated humanoids yourself- but I'm sure that none were as beautiful as you. You must realize that it was not really I who assimilated you, but rather the Collective. I was just acting as a drone- it was not my intentions to assimilate you.
We-I- hope you accept our letter, that you do not take it offensively.
We love you. I love you.
Signed,
Your drone from next door.