Playing God tells about the tormented search of a blind sculptor immersed in the darkness of his atelier, which is surrounded by countless failed sculpture experiments. He once again tries to give shape to a human figure in plasticine, sculpting with the energy of every single muscle. His work is finally successful and the creature comes to life. While the Sculptor analyses the work, he is dissatisfied; he cannot see the perfection in her despite the vitality he has succeeded in instilling in her through the generative act of creation. He is blind due to the loss of objectivity and love for his original artistic research. In the end, he abandons her like the other copies of her, cold and detached, careless of the feelings of the creature that he himself has generated, leaving her to her fate and relegating her to a state of failure. The sculpture, on the contrary, is unable to do anything but love its creator and in a last and desperate attempt to rejoin him, tries to reach him but fails.