Iryna Vorobyova's Questionnaire

I currently live on my research boat, Світанок, which I keep docked in an arctic cave off the coast of Canada. I live there because it is both not easy to find, much less access to the average person, but also so I can continue my research on the weather conditions there and the progression of planetary warming. My findings are... they do not look good. As for my home, it is a large retired fishing boat, built back together on my own, equipped with dredging equipment and an improved engine since I do not need to be worried about energy constraints. The interior is mostly lackluster, aside from the lab equipment and the medical bay.

Most of my money comes from a combination of sponsorships and donations. Whatever I don't use in a month buying resources gets redistributed back into the Vorobyova Foundation, which is the charity I spearheaded to make sure there is a constant stream of funds going to whatever crisis is most prevalent. Aside from that my money goes towards equipment for my actual rescue efforts, fire fighting, medical equipment, pet resources, and whatever other oddities come up. It's odd, being able to live off of so little, my things don't need replacing, I don't need to eat, don't get sick. I am the employee capitalism both would love and fear.

Even my grandest ambition for the time being is small compared to everyone else's. Simply put, my largest milestone is removing nuclear weaponry from the playing field. The earth is too small, too full of innocents for such a powerful and destructive force to be unleashed on it's surface. I need to destroy them, but subtly, so that the forces of the world do not realize their arsenal is nothing but blanks until someone takes the first shot. I need that moment, where everyone, everywhere is panicking because the world is about to end, they barely see the missile as it looms flies in over their city, and then... nothing. The missiles crash somewhere miles away from their explosion destination, and the entire world is holding their breath, and that is when I make my efforts known. Make it seem like I instantaneously decided to snuff them out, and scare them from ever using anything of the sort again. I would kill, I would die, all in efforts to protect the innocent and the world they live on.

Do I even have to say it? That day, April 26, 1986. The meltdown of the Chernobyl power plant, the one I was assigned to because of my knowledge of the medical field and my specialization in the way radiation effects the body, I was the best qualified to watch over the plant. So I was called over to check an injury, and when I got there... the alarm started going off. I tried to escape, but like a meteor from the sky, the foot slammed down on me, engulfing me completely. I used to be 5 foot 3. I never stopped growing after I left the thing, but it has slowed a bit, so it should take me a couple dozen years before I'm too big to fit in buildings. Hopefully.

Graham Gilchrist: My first friend outside the jobs, he is my contact with Greenpeace and he taught me how to man a boat. He was a fisherman in Scotland, who saw firsthand what was happening to local wildlife populations and devoted his life to the cause. He is extremely intelligent both worldly and socially, and helps me figure out press releases before I publish them.

Jane Steffen: A Swiss specialist in nuclear physics, who is my point of contact with C.E.R.N. She is a brilliant mind and makes for interesting conversation on the unknowns in the field. We met while I was working on the Taiwan reactor, and she wanted to speak to me about my efforts to clean up the radiation.

Alexander Smith (Deceased): Alex was an environmentalist reporter working out of Britain, who was doing investigative journalism in the Amazon but was killed by Brazilian farmers and his body was dumped in the river. With the help of a fellow contractor we bound his soul to a boat and he works with me on the contract by scouting and working as a driver.

I will not lie, my childhood was not the greatest.  My parents moved to the city of Kiev from a small farming town nearby after having me, hoping to get me a better life than they had. Growing up in Soviet Russia controlled Ukraine, even as a child prodigy, we were still poor, and I did have to sneak and steal books and such wherever I could get it until I could be part of the states programs legally. My parents gave me all that they could afford and even some they could not, and they did love me very much. Schooling was difficult, as I was a very sick child, so getting all of the materials outside of the class was the most important part of my childhood. In school I struck the perfect balance between being a know it all and fading into the background to have a normal enough social life as a kid.