"Eve of Destruction" was created from a grisly rib pulled out of "Terminator" and inserted crudely into an inflatable woman who was then read Betty Friedan's "The Feminine Mystique" and equipped by Military Armament Corporation of Smyrna, Ga. In other words, it's a sci fi-automatic weapons-feminist revenge fantasy, and its natural audience is science fiction fans who love machine guns and hate men, all seven of them.
The set up is crude and as free of believability as it is of convincing detail. A top-secret government project to create "human bombs" -- killer robots so lifelike they can pass an X-ray exam -- goes awry when, during a test, a female robot called "Eve 8" is shot by a bank robber and reverts to a homicidal stage. Her creator, also named Eve, and a government agent set out to stop her from killing and stop the A-bomb in her brisket from going terminal.
The gimmick is that Eve the woman has programmed Eve the robot with her own subconscious (don't ask how, because the movie doesn't know) and so the evil machine goes back through the scientist's life eliminating the men that disappointed or enraged her.