The trick here is reader's willing suspension of disbelief so that the silly story can go on. It's paradoxical, because the conception is utterly banal white funny. ADAM M-1 is robot with a sex-happy jet pilot's brain. And there's not too much ADAM can do about his primal urge. ADAM was manufactured by the combined wizards of modern technology to meet the demand for a human brain at the controls of a super-sensitive new rocket being tested at Cape Kennedy. All that the robot needed was to be hooked up to a living brain. When Crash Murphy, a test pilot, was murdered by a movie starlet, he had already willed his brain to the project. When Crash wakes up as ADAM-1, he's not too unhappy but his days as a martini-swilling Lothario are over. His nurse, Miss Riley, falls in love with him and eventually commits suicide so that she can be reincarnated as EVE-2. They marry and then blast off for the moon on their honeymoon with their robot St. Bernard dog. The author's constant leering at Hollywood-sized bosoms is, to say the least, appallingly adolescent.