"A number of DC or Marvel heroes are suddenly transformed into pregnant female versions of themselves."
Journal of Abraham Erskine - September 1941
The Americans have tasked me to continue my project. Perhaps I can help them win this war. Still, I fear what comes after. What will become of my Ubermensch? This so-called super soldier with no super war to fight? Perhaps they would create it to give purpose to their existence - feeding crisis, reaping war. Or would they seek to rule this country? Make it no different to the one I fled? HYDRAs tendrils stretch even here, and the desire to become superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideals.
Screening of candidates continues. In the meantime, I have altered the formula. In a time of peace -should the world ever see it again- this idealized man shall become a perfect woman - a super breeder to help the world replace the millions lost in this senseless conflict. His instincts will distract him - far too busy making love to make war.