Lord Leighton smiled at Blade and pressed a switch. Electricity bubbled in Blade's body. Current flowed in his veins, moving sluggishly at first, like stagnant canal water dammed up--then it burst! Blade, still conscious, saw his body change into a rocket. His brain flared and exploded and there was a scream of power. He left the pad and was launched and flared high into black space. He felt his mind melting, running into shiny liquid puddles that formed and reformed and melted and remelted. He soared. He was alone and the universe not yet made. He soared forever because there was no beginning and so could be no end..The computer had again projected Blade into a strange and violent land. It was Sarma. And Blade was to do battle with a Russian agent, a duplicate of himself. And, somehow, he was going to have to survive the barbaric and insatiable women-warriors of Sarma.