Verglas Frij's Questionnaire

My current place of residence is in a small place out in the Alaskan wastes, its at least close enough for me to have some sort of access to civilization. With my mass amounts of wealth I've accumulated due to my research, I've been able to do much in terms of  creating a space for my research. I've gotten rather close to being able to freeze and unfreeze subjects. I like the seclusion, it comforts me, and it also keeps prying eyes from getting into my work. I've dealt with such things in the past and most of it is... not too great. 

My associates believed my work impossible, I'll show them.

My clientelle and the people who fund my research are... lets just say, rich enough to be fools. They come to me to be cryogenically frozen so that they may see the new millennium. I despise them, but they give me fine enough funding to continue my research into the fields of cryogenics. Its interesting how they hear of me, through whispers and tales, recommendations from people I once provided some reprieve to via the frozen corpse of a loved one. Some of them have gone successfully and could be revived, others... well, I don't think they'll be waking up again anytime soon.

The uber-rich are fools... and that just me richer in the process.

Global warming is a scourge. It is a cancer created by man's inability to remember that one cannot live upon a planetary microwave. While some of this may be natural, I have noticed that much of it seems to be accelerated through foolish decisions and a lack of action upon Oil companies and fossil fuels. In the wake of this, I shall freeze the world, the next coming of the ice age brought about to remove the weak and the rich fools who run the world. 

Of course, such is wishful thinking, I do not believe I can do much to deal with such things... so for now, I believe I shall continue my work in cryogenics. If I do so, maybe the foolish will send themselves towards me, and never wake up from their frozen slumber ever again. 

It was many a year ago...

I was working in my lab on a cold winters morn... I was lead researcher on a project for Rundas International on cryogenics. See, it turns out the owner wanted to find the secret to eternal life, so... he turned to me and my research. Before then I was attempting to find a way to more efficiently cool nuclear reactors until my funding was cut for his more... selfish needs. Of course, such things at the time were impossible. Despite my warnings about the lack of whatever sci-fi nonsense he was speaking of and that what he was talking about a nebulous, non-existent technology... they decided to go through with it.

And so... I just did what they asked, and they never woke up again.

Of course this was purely a way for another man to take control of the company and to get rid of me. It was murder, it was on my hands, and I was out. Of course, they swept it under the rug, merely toted it as an "Accident." But I know what they did.

So, now we're here...

I'd been able to scrounge up enough money to move off the East coast to Alaska and build up a small space there for my own research... to which I would later obtain funding from some interested folks, and so I further began my work in cryogenics research.

People.

What is it with people these days, really? I mean honestly. I was never very close with much people my age... nor was I very close with people above my age. When it comes down to most relationships, I haven't really thought much about it. Love was never a major part of my life really... but who can truly care for such things? All things freeze over eventually. Nevertheless, I have a couple colleagues and individuals I don't hate. 

Listed are the following:

Gary Armenheighn: He's the one who took me under his wing at a certain point. I was interested in Cryogenics and he was a man of the science. Of course, I have not yet spoken to him in some time. I believe he may be dead. 

Frederick Bultz: He funded much of my early research, the stuff that I am... not as happy with. Of course, there are always worse happenings. But within such a scientific community, one does need a lot of funding...

"Her": I don't know who she is. I don't know where she is. I don't know if she is human or not. But within the wastes I have seen frequently a visage of what I believe is a woman. She does not speak to me, yet I have yelled out towards her in hopes of getting her to come inside a somewhat warmer house and away from the cold...

I do not know if she hears.

I do not know if she is real.

I just know she exists.