He has no name, he calls himself Thirty-second. He died many times - first on the operating table, where they made a cyborg out of him, then in an alien world that is so similar to ours. He has no future, only a goal - to destroy the Universe. A universe that is already doomed to destruction. He has nowhere to return, nowhere to retreat. He is a high-tech killing machine version 32.01. And yet he remains human.