What might happen to a man who could foresee but not prevent death? That was the question I sought to answer in my novel Jo. I examined his confused youth; the father that beat him; and the mother that used a charlaton to vent spirits from his skull. At one point, Jo wrongly believed that repair of that hole in his head might remove his power. He discovered that he could make money with his skill, but felt guilt at the unforseen deaths that resulted. His guilt finally led him to found a church, the Church Of Jo.

Imagine Frankenstein's monster but created by an alien machine where each piece of his flesh acted as a DNA key. Imagine a man who died in 1986 and was resurrected 300 years later into just such a patchwork body.