The Modern Frankenstein

¶ … Frankenstein

Taking the place of the clever but melancholy Dr. Frankenstein, would be an illustrious and famed plastic surgeon named Mars von Meinstein. With a billion-dollar practice located on the most expensive piece of real estate in Beverly Hills, Meinstein grows tired of over-charging spoiled wealthy women for tummy tucks, lip and face injections and liposuction. He becomes tired of improving the appearance of human life. Rather, he longs to create human life.

Meinstein becomes obsessed with the idea of creating the perfect woman. With a Masters degree in computer science and engineering as well, Meinstein becomes convinced he can fashion a computerized brain that can act as a cockpit for the rest of the body, adjusting the physical appearance of this human body to reflect the changing values of beauty which change with the times. For example, if bony, flat-chested figures become the hippest thing in beauty and fashion, as they were with Kate Moss in the nineties and Twiggy in the seventies, then the computerized brain can dictate that necessary appearance to the rest of the body, which will instantly adjust, and the size of the bust, stomach and legs will shrink. On the other hand, if curvaceous figures like those of Beyonce and Kim Kardashian are all the rage, the brain will dictate those instructions to the body, which will again, instantly adapt, becoming rounder and fuller.

Meinstein fastidiously perfects his woman, testing her programming, fine-tuning her bone structure, widening her perfect blue eyes, and buffing the hues of her porcelain skin. Finally, the woman is ready to showcase for the world. Using a handheld remote, Meinstein gives her a derriere that's evocative of the Kardashian clan and a chest of the latest Victoria's Secret model. He changes her hair from blonde to red, and grows it down to her shoulders. He straightens it, adding soft waves. "Angela," Meinstein calls, "Open your eyes." Angela opens her eyes and stares at her creator. She immediately looks past him, heading straight for the full length mirror at the other end of the operating room. Angela gazes at herself in the mirror, fully unaware of the barrage of questions that Meinstein is asking her. She turns slowly back towards him, demanding a pair of designer heels. Perturbed at the self-centered nature of his creature, Meinstein leaves the room to hunt down a pair. When he returns, he finds the creature has vanished.

With a sinking feeling, Meinstein searches Los Angeles to find Angela. Day by day, the news reports a mysterious serial killer that has been poisoning young model by injecting syringes of botox into their cocktails in night clubs. Club-goers are urged to watch their drinks; Meinstein frantically frequents the top Los Angeles clubs, searching for his creature. One night, across a crowded dance floor, they lock eyes. The chase is on. With a sinking feeling, Meinstein inexplicably knows where the creature is headed. Meinstein drives home like a madman while calling his house, ordering the armed guards to put the security system on high alert and lock all the doors. It's no use. One of the guards reports seeing a gorgeous woman calmly strolling through the property. She's still at large.