You were a genetic experiment, made with Kryptonian DNA. You were supposed to mate with human men and mother a species of human-Kryptonian hybrids. You were kept in a special cell lined with Kryptonite to keep you from escaping.

Dr. Blackwell came into your room. "Wake up," he said softly, shaking you gently. He was often like this. He could go from acting sweet as can be to bashing your head into the wall. You always obeyed, so that the latter wouldn't happen.