Laugh, think, and then ponder that this soul could be your own In the history of literature, there is one singular character whose very appearance reveals the violent hidden prejudices of the human heart. A being who, despite his tender capacity for love, and highly increased intellect, is doomed to remain banished from society for the sole crime of being much too different. To see him is to seek his death. To look upon him is to quiver and cry aloud, "Kill the monster Kill the monster " From the man he should call father, to the family he had so tenderly adopted and adored, all who see him reward his deepest longings with disgust and a desire to see him destroyed; until finally it is said that he destroyed himself All this before the Chronicles begin. But... What if the so-called Frankenstein Monster had not set himself on fire at the end of Shelley's great work? (Did you really think that he would?) And what if, much to the chagrin of his creator/father's musing, he did finally manage to obtain a bride and eventually procreate an entire race? To the Germans, the Jews were monsters to be killed; to the Klu Klux Klan (and their less apparent minion), Negroes were likewise targeted for extermination. So then, would not this new group of so diverse a countenance be that much more hated and hunted by we who call ourselves... Mankind? Come then. Walk through the centuries and into a potential tomorrow. See a world that was, and is, and still might be. As you do, ask yourself: are these the gathered stories of a monster; or might this tale someday be yours? The Frankenstein Chronicles: history or prediction?