One of if not my favorite fictonal charter is William Gibson's Molly Millions. She is a slightly modified girl. 1 inch razors can come out from under her fingernails. She has mirrored lenses where her eyes should be and she can see in the dark as well as the time all the time. Not to mention her lighting fast reflexes. All of these features are aftermarket. When she had her eyes done she had hear tear ducts routed to her mouth. When asked how she crys she responed "I spit".

I sweat. I ran tonight. I needed clarity. I needed to cry. I needed to feel. I needed to run. I cry with my body not with my eyes. It pours over me throug my hair over my face down my body. I am more than ready with this week and its drama to fucking end.