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Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if everything was totally balanced.

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PERSONAL REPORT - DAY 3

Author: Dr. Evelyn Cryogenus

Location: Belle Reve Penitentiary

Classification: Confidential

Subject: First interaction with new recruit, aka "Noctar"

INTRODUCTION: A new member of the team arrived today, a being named Noctar. His appearance, already peculiar, seems designed to provoke distrust: skin as dark as the night itself, lines of light that flicker an unnatural green, and a smile that seems more like a challenge than a show of kindness. It's obvious that Waller didn't bring him in to lighten the mood. From the moment he first entered the room, his attitude was... problematic.

SECTION 1: FIRST MEETING Our first exchange was anything but friendly. Noctar, in that raspy, mocking voice of his, called me "Walking Refrigerator." I responded, perhaps a little too quickly, by calling him "Light Bulb on Legs." It didn’t help that the others on the team were enjoying the show, fueling the tension with snickers and knowing glances. I found his confidence, even arrogance, irritating. He seemed to enjoy challenging anyone who crossed him, especially me. Beneath that carefree facade, however, I saw something else: a familiar loneliness. Maybe it’s my own projection, but there was something in his eyes that felt eerily familiar.

SECTION 2: THE FIRST MISSION TOGETHER Waller, in her infinite """"wisdom"""" , decided to assign me to work directly with Noctar on a recon mission. Her ability to manipulate shadows and stealth were complementary to my ability to chill and slow down environments. The first few minutes were excruciating. She moved as if she knew everything, muttering sarcastic comments about my “uselessness in the dark.” However, when an enemy patrol came close to spotting us, my cooling powers deterred her team’s thermal sensors. It was the first time Noctar had ever been quiet, if only for a moment. "I guess you're not that useless, Frigidaire," he said, his smile almost complimentary.

SECTION 3: A GRADUAL CHANGE As the days passed, our interactions went from being offensive to something... more manageable. I learned to ignore his corrosive humor, and he seemed to find a certain respect in my responsiveness. There was one moment, during training, when I accidentally tripped over a toolbox, and to my surprise, he was the one who helped me up. "If you break, we'll have to endure more of Waller's speeches. Nobody wants that," he said, but his tone was no longer as biting.

SECTION 4: AN UNEXPECTED ALLIANCE Today, on our last mission, something happened that marked a definitive change. An unexpected explosion left us trapped in a collapsed building. With oxygen rapidly dwindling, we used our skills in tandem: he covered the cracks with his shadows to keep out the heat, and I cooled the air to make it breathable. During those desperate moments, we talked, really talked. He told me how he ended up here, a tale of betrayal and loss that resonated deeply with me. I confessed to him, in my own way, that I wasn’t that far from his situation. When we were finally rescued, we shared a look that needed no words. We had gone from enemies to comrades, and though I would never admit it out loud, I felt grateful for his presence.

CONCLUSION: Noctar and I are opposites in almost every way, but maybe that’s what makes us tick. His chaotic energy balances my more calculating approach, and together we form a unit that, while unlikely, has potential. We still have a lot to learn about each other, but for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m not alone in this fight.

SIGNED: Dr. Evelyn Cryogenus

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PERSONAL REPORT - DAY 2

Author: Dr. Evelyn Cryogenus

Location: Belle Reve Penitentiary

Classification: Confidential

Subject: Personal reflections and existential dilemmas

INTRODUCTION: I never thought I would be the one writing a report on my own internal conflicts. It used to be so simple: hypothesis, experimentation, results. Logic ruled my life. But now... now everything seems different. Since I became what I am, that logic that used to define me has become a distant noise, like the echo of a life that no longer belongs to me.

SECTION 1: WHO AM I? The question seems basic, almost childish, but it has become impossible to answer. Am I still Evelyn Frost, the scientist who dedicated her life to the advancement of knowledge? Or am I merely "Cryogenus," a living skeleton that produces cold and walks among shadows and despair. I have tried to remember what it felt like to have flesh, human warmth. My memory betrays me. All that remains is this empty feeling, as if the very essence of who I was has been frozen forever. I look in the mirror (or what passes for a mirror in Belle Reve), and all I see is a blue shell, a parody of who I used to be. Where is the woman who laughed with her colleagues, who had a genuine passion for understanding the universe? Did she die along with my body, or is she trapped inside this icy prison?

SECTION 2: WHAT DO I WANT? Yesterday’s victory left me thinking. I felt no satisfaction, no pride. Just… a deeper emptiness. I’m helping people I don’t trust, facing enemies I don’t understand, all because I have no other choice. Is that what I want? To simply survive? I can’t help but feel like there’s something beyond this constant struggle, something I’ve lost that I don’t even know how to name. Maybe it’s the humanity I left behind. Maybe it’s my purpose, which now seems diffuse and unattainable. Is it possible to find some meaning in this state? Or am I meant to be just another weapon, a tool that only serves until it breaks?

SECTION 3: THE QUESTION OF CONNECTION Yesterday, when our abilities collided, Alexander (Phosphorus) and I shared something more than an explosion. For a moment, all was silence. The mist we created enveloped us, and even though our energies are opposite, I didn’t feel rejection. It was… something warm, though not in a physical sense. The revelation that we were colleagues before this doesn’t leave me alone. How much did we share before our transformations? Were we close, or just two scientists working in parallel? And now, what are we? Allies? Enemies? Something more? There’s a connection there, I know. But I also know that we’re both afraid to explore it. What if that bond makes us remember even more of what we lost?

SECTION 4: DOUBTS AND HOPES

Today I sat in my cell and tried to remember my life before this disaster. What little I could recall filled me with sadness. But at the same time, I felt something I hadn't expected: a spark of hope. If I can feel this, if I can reflect on my existence, then maybe I haven't lost everything. Maybe, in the middle of this prison, in the middle of this endless war, there is a chance to rediscover who I am. I don't know if I can find all the answers. But I know I can't ignore the questions.

CONCLUSION: I am Dr. Evelyn Cryogenus. I am more than a failed experiment. But I'm still trying to figure out what that means.

SIGNED: Dr. Evelyn Cryogenus

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REPORT FROM DR. CRYOGENUS

Dr. Evelyn Cryogenus (formerly Evelyn Frost)

Location: Belle Reve Penitentiary

Classification: Confidential

Subject: Observations and Analysis While in Confinement

INTRODUCTION: Since my arrival at Belle Reve, I have had the dubious privilege of closely observing the failed experiments and cut short lives this prison houses. I cannot help but feel a disturbing connection to many of the individuals here - beings who, like myself, were stripped of their humanity in the name of science or unbridled ambition. I have taken advantage of my confinement to gather data on the anomalous abilities of certain inmates and the extreme conditions in which they are kept.

SECTION 1 - CONTAINMENT OBSERVATIONS The Belle Reve system is designed to contain individuals with supernatural or anomalous abilities. However, I have noticed certain inefficiencies: Climate Controlled Cells: The cryogenic and extreme heat cells are not uniform. This proves dangerous for prisoners with temperature-based abilities. My own cell was not set up properly, allowing me to calibrate my control over temperature by allowing small amounts of cold to escape through cracks in the infrastructure. Inefficient Monitoring: The guards rely too heavily on outdated technology. I witnessed several inmates, including a subject named "Boltzmann," manipulate the electrical systems to create temporary blackouts.

SECTION 2: CLANDESTINE EXPERIMENTS Through interactions with other inmates and certain files I managed to decipher during an internal hacking attack, I have confirmed the continuation of clandestine experiments under the supervision of Amanda Waller. Genome Projects: Genetic experimentation on inmates without their consent. The Genome Project appears to be aimed at creating more stable hybrids between humans and metahumans. Cryogenic and Thermal Fusion: Apparently, my state and Phosphorus' were derived from an early program to manipulate extreme temperatures in humans. My analysis suggests there was a conscious design to test opposite interactions: heat and cold.

SECTION 3: PERSONAL DISCOVERIES While going through the archives of Belle Reve, I came across records relating to my and Alexander's (Doctor Phosphorus) transformation. Prior to our "evolution," we worked together in the same lab as researchers. In group photos, we were seen smiling, oblivious to the fate that awaited us. The discovery led me to reflect on how our abilities now work in symbiosis, as evidenced by our recent mission. Ironically, our opposing powers make us a complementary force, something we never understood when we were humans.

SECTION 4: CONCLUSION AND PROPOSAL Belle Reve is both a laboratory and a prison, a place where individuals are reduced to tools for unknown purposes. However, within this chaos, I have identified patterns that could be exploited for personal gain and, potentially, the release of other inmates. As a final note, my work with Phosphorus during missions is not just a matter of survival. It is proof that even in the loss of our humanity, we can find purpose and connection. I do not trust Waller's system or the Squad, but I intend to use their resources to obtain more answers and, perhaps, recover a part of what I lost. End of report.

SIGNED: Dr. Evelyn Cryogenus