My name was Janie and seriously injured in the third L.A. riot back in 2069.  I was chosen to be the subject of a brand new experimental weapon after that.  As a police officer, it was in my contract to donate my body for governmental research.  Even though my mom didn't like the idea of me being a guinea pig, she couldn't do much about it.

    I honestly didn't care about what they did to my body.  I was just happy to be alive again.  With the latest nano technology and bioengineering, it didn't take them too long to rebuild my body.  No, they were not making me into Robocop.  Robocop was a clunker for crying out loud.  If I wanted to be anyone from the old school cinema, I would rather be the female version of Tetsuo The Body Hammer.  What they had in mind was nothing like that though.  They wanted something with speed, agility, beauty and lots of destructive power. 

    After 18 months of rehabilitation in Omaha, Nebraska, I was sent to New Mexico.  We did a lot of tests, indoor and outdoor, between Los Alamos and Socorro, New Mexico.  Socorro was a very nice place, beautiful weather and very quiet.  I could understand why they wanted to test me there. 

    I had laser guns on my fingers, elbow laser cannons, vaginal laser cannon, anal laser cannon, and 2 breast thermonuclear missiles.  They were gonna install toe laser cannons.  However, they were afraid that they might hinder my ability to sprint at high speed.  They sent me to a spa for pedicure instead.

    Most of the tests of my laser cannons were done indoor.  We did some of the tests outdoor in different situations and weathers.  My babies under my manicured nails cut through almost everything.  I could even kill my enemies when I lied on my bed of rose petals with my vaginal and anal laser cannons.  My mom was very proud of me when I told her that. 

    The device in my breast thermonuclear missiles was code-named Tinker Bell.  Oh yes, it was definitely tiny and bitchy.  I was so glad that they didn't name it something like Fat Lady or Little Girl.  I stood there on the White Sands Proving Ground.  The target was there, pretty as the picture.  I opened my breasts and made the run.  They shot out of my chest.  That was my biggest thrill.

    When I was a little girl, I dreamed of being Miss Universe and would use the title to help others.  Although I became the deadliest weapon on earth, I didn't give up my dream of helping others.  I volunteered myself to help victims of domestic violence and rape when I was not busy with killing enemies.  I would also go to schools and talk to the girls about sexual abuse and date rape.  I could see the dreams burning in those eyes, just like when I was at their age.