Martina Clavadetscher

Heat, rain, acrid stench. Iris paces her Manhattan penthouse, impatiently waiting for the next dinner party to breathe some life back into her. Ling, employed in a sex doll factory in southeastern China, checks artificial female bodies for manufacturing defects before retiring to her solitude in the evenings to watch classic movies. And in old, gloomy Europe, Ada follows her mathematical obsessions, dreaming of calculations and novel machines, the monstrous always on her mind. Three women in three worlds: They are all searching for an answer – for the core of things. And they are all, without realizing it, connected to each other.