AM THE LAST FREE-LANCE PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR ON EARTH.
My name is Zachary Nixon Johnson. The year is 2057 and, after a handful of species-alter-ing upheavals, Earth-shattering cataclysms, history-changing extraterrestrial contacts, and pop-culture disasters, the world is now a pretty safe place. But, of course, as in times past, people still run the shades-of-gray gamut from good to evil. There are still cops and robbers, saints and sinners, voters and politicians. And every once in a while some crazy thing happens that threatens all of society, all of humanity, even the entire space-time continuum. And for some reason it always happens on my watch....
THE PLUTONIUM BLONDE: When B. B. Starr, the ex-exotic dancer who is the CEO of ExShell, the largest corporation on the planet, hired me for a particularly sensitive assignment, I naturally expected the worst, and 1 was right. For B. B. wanted me to locate and disable her replica, BB-2, an android with a plutonium core, 150 times stronger, 176 times more durable, 200 times faster, with senses far more acute, and a vastly higher IQ, than normal carbon-based humans. How could I hope to find and deactivate a bad attitude, hell-bent, nuclear-powered, super android that looks like an exotic dancer and might be smarter than anyone on Earth?
THE DOOMSDAY BRUNETTE: The Thompson Quads were created from supercharged DNA to be stronger, smarter, more beautiful, more alluring, more magnetic, more everything than the average human. And did I mention that they are invulnerable? The Quads were meant to be the pinnacle of human achievement, but instead they became super elite pop icons, the darlings of the media... Go figure, So when Ona Thompson called me at 3 A.M. I knew she had a problem, and I was right. She and her sisters Twoa and Threa had a dead body on their dining room floor. The dead body was Fora Thompson.
But how do you kill a genetically bred superwoman who is invulnerable?