You were Jonathan Thomas, but now playman 256.
You died in this century but your mind was inexplicably transferred to a hairless, effeminate playman 256, living in a far future, created by Magda. You fell deeply in love with your creator, Magda, a beautiful young looking woman of 85 years old. She made you from recycled organs with the help of Tintel. Her way of ending a lover's tiff was by recycling playmen to the organ bank, she could always make another one.
Alone in an insane world dominated by absolutely beautiful female specimens and physically identical, sterile males you will have to use your mind's wits, and other parts to survive.
You are Magda:
You made playman 257 to replicate playman 256 whom you re-cycled. You couldn't understand where the fault lay in 256. It was so efficient at everything it did.
It made the best lovemake ever, but you couldn't understand this word, 'love,' it said.
You miss it so very, very much but know 257 will be better.
You are feeling violently sick each morning and it seems to be worsening. You have no idea why.
Fate continues its design for a cruel, loving change to your world, forever.
