The Human Weapon

It's Jackson's first day of work, and he was nervous. After all, he had completely bullshitted his resume and didn't expect, even for a second, that he would be able to land this job. It was a miracle, really. He applied to be a therapist at Create, an organization built around creating new, innovative technology that happened to be top secret. He figured they would need the therapist because of some of the more dangerous machines, the killing types, and the trauma that he thought would come with building such monstrosities.
In all honesty, Jackson didn't know crap about therapy or this job. He realized that they must have been very desperate to not even foolproof his resume, and wondered how an organisation so big can suddenly become this desperate. However, it can't be that hard to sit in a room and listen to a person rant, right?
Wrong. Jackson realized how wrong he was when he walked down the hallways and peered through the glass doors that surrounded him. He saw all types of machinery and was in complete awe. That is, until he reached the final cell. However, there was no machine in this cell. What there was, was a teenage girl sitting cross legged on the bare ground, staring up at him, with a huge, terrifying grin on her face.
"Why hello there"