The crudest melodrama yet from the author of The Haigerloch Project, The Watchdogs of Abaddon, etc. Back in World War II, Dr. Theodore Marcus helps Werner von Braun on the rocket program for reprisals against London--but the rockets lack a true guidance system. So Dr. Marcus invents a homing device of great accuracy. Later, when Berlin falls, he and von Braun escape to America where Marcus' research eventually leads to a supremely sophisticated homing device: it can be attached to a pilot's eyeballs and visually direct a laser beam from an airplane, with absolute accuracy. So, when test pilot Tom Manning's plane blows up in midair, with this super-device aboard, everyone's out looking for him. Tom has, in fact, bailed out into Death Valley. Unfortunately, however, his head gets badly bashed, and Tom reverts to amnesiac primitivism: he becomes an animal of almost superhuman power who can leap wide chasms and climb tall verticals. He'll be hard to catch, then--as he's pursued by an East German intelligence team (which wants to kill him) and by the Air Force (chasing about the mountains and desert with helicopters). During Tom's six days on the desert he marauds, kills, defends himself, and is rescued by his old buddy Paul--who brings along Tom's estranged wife Randi. (Amnesiac Tom abducts and rapes her, thus re-awakening her lost rapture.) Inept and banal.