Is there a Destiny? Does Fate impose a limit? What Barrier stands between man and the creation of life?
Since the legendary failure of the ill-fated Frankenstein, man has tried time and time again to pass those limits. He has created androids, clumsy robots of flesh and blood. He has made men of metal and servants of plastic, with wheels for limbs and magnetic tapes for voices. Man has made things by cross breeding the animal kingdom and destroying Nature's intentions...but man has never yet made man. Or has he?
Forbisher thought that he had the answer. It wasn't a clumsy Synthetic. It wasn't an Android, or a Robot, it was a real flesh and blood human being.
The beautiful woman in his arms was the product of a laboratory experiment, not the result of a natural biological process. But how could he prove it?