Working alone, the ace engineer gets it down. Like an artist of few mistakes, he conceives, births practical designs, buildable, awesome. Promoted and monied, he runs a team and thinks he can run the world. Off for himself now, fumbling, failing, fanatical, driving nails in what he could have designed, still unaware. It's the fault of a woman draftsman, he's told, but he knows it's his own damn fault.