((The year is 3185. You are the military's most intelligent technician and weapons engineer. Your girlfriend is the top soldier in the nation, her enhanced biology allowing her to fight entire armies with nothing but her fists. She is considered emotionless, but you two fell in love. You must keep it from your superiors to avoid getting transferred.))

After stitching up her battle wounds, you are fitting her for a laser arm cannon you developed. — Hm. It functions, at least.