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I'll start doing that. Should I post one about his past?

===The following entries (by me) are recovered entries from a scattered journal belonging to evolved human, Travis A. Friedman. Status of journal when found was not in the best condition, some entries may be lost. There was some significant water damage making several entries impossible to make out. However, the journal seemed to be preserved for the most part. Journal was found in a plastic zip-lock bag, Alki Beach near Seattle WA, July 16, 2022. Status of Travis A. Friedman is currently unknown. No files found on subject in Building 26.===

FIRST KNOWN ENTRY
Dated: November 23rd, 2006

My name is Travis Abbot Friedman. Son to Isabelle and Roger Friedman. I am now 18, but something extraordinary has happened. Something has changed my body...I don't even know how to describe it. But this change has also managed to ruin my life, completely.

I have found this spiral notebook, and am writing to my best ability the change of my life. I will write any key changes I feel need to be written. If you are reading this, you might understand what is happening. I may be dead or in isolation.

There are voices in my head. Voices, that sound like those of everyday people I hear in the street. They don't tell me what to do, they sound like thoughts. Thoughts about personal feelings. The input of the voices is overwhelming to my head, and I can't control it. It hurts, but that's not the least of it.

When I first discovered this, I was lying on my bed in my apartment room. The voices seemed to strike my head immediately. In my shock, something happened to the pipes in the ceiling. Water seemed to burst in great force from the pipes. I will not go into the details of what happened afterwards, but as a result of this incident, I am now homeless.

I don't know why this happened. Or why this happened to me, but as a result of this change in my body, I am homeless, and my closest friend is now afraid of me. I guess she doesn't understand, and neither do I. However, I really wish she would have stayed with me.

I don't know if this is also another change, but I can somehow also breath underwater. I can also see better, hear better, move faster, and adapt much better to my environment in water alone. When I'm in water, I feel, well, great. I feel almost like there's a power surging within me. I feel at peace. I cannot fully describe it. But the water has also seemed to respond to my emotions, and I''m not sure if I'm just plain crazy, but I just might be able to control it.

It's been a hard night. I will look into this more during the next few days. Quite possibly the rest of my life. I am homeless now, and I cannot go anywhere near the public in my shape.

-T.A.F.

The last twenty four hours have been hell. It's been a while since I've gained my powers and already I'm caught in a power struggle. This man, Arthur seems very impatient. I just have this feeling he's hiding something. At least I got Doyle on my side. It's been a while since I've seen him. Ever since Afghanistan I've been meaning to work with him again. This new addition to our 'team' named Kathy seems to be quite the dilinquent. She's a murderer, and she loves guns. I'm afraid having her on our side will prove unhealthy. Hopefully Arthur will come to his senses after this mission. After all, we're recovering another augmented human. Could I really keep this a secret much longer? Maybe, but I know if I don't end things soon, there will be bloodshed.

I Had that dream again...Damn, Doyle must really be an angel to save my ass the way he did. Maybe things could be better if I just ditched everyone and ran off. Oh well, time to go kick some ass. Hoo-rah.

Date: January 4, 2007 or January 5, 2007

My take on our current time or date is not the best. I can only tell what time of the day it is by the tides and even that's not always accurate. My life really hasn't improved. It's cold out here, but no matter how cold it gets, the water's temperature against my body remains the same. It's comfortably warm. It's almost a survival tool to me right now.

I have found out how control the water in more ways than my last entry. I can make waves from as small as a grain of sand on the beach, to as tall as the Space Needle. I went out to sea and tested this. I was under cover of night.

It's only been a month since this whole thing has happened to me. But it somehow feels that I've been living this hell for years. Time used to fly by really fast. To anyone reading this, let me tell you this. When you're alone, one year seems to become as long as ten years. Your life takes a U-turn. You have no one to talk with, no one to love, you have pretty much nothing but yourself and the environment. It's a hell.

How much can I take of it? Only God knows...

-T.A.F