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Title: Thy Name Is Woman

Author: Bryce Walton

Illustrator: Zimmerman

Release Date: June 20, 2010 [EBook #32906]

Language: English

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Thy Name Is WOMAN

By Kenneth O'Hara

Illustrated by Zimmerman

[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science
Fiction March 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

[Illustration: _There wasn't a woman left on earth. They had just packed
their bags and left._]

[Sidenote: _Women of earth had finally attained their objective: a new
world all their own and--without men! But was it?_]

After the Doctor gave him the hypo and left the ship, Bowren lay
in absolute darkness wondering when the change would start. There
would be pain, the Doctor had said. "Then you won't be aware of
anything--anything at all."

That was a devil of a thing, Bowren thought, not to be aware of the
greatest adventure any man ever had. He, Eddie Bowren, the first to
escape the Earth into space, the first man to Mars!

He was on his back in a small square steel cubicle, a secretly
constructed room in the wall of the cargo bin of the big spaceship
cradled at the New Chicago Port. He was not without fear. But before the
ship blasted he wouldn't care--he would be changed by then. He would
start turning any minute now, becoming something else; he didn't know
exactly what, but that wouldn't matter. After it was over, he wouldn't
remember because the higher brain centers, the cortex, the analytical
mind, would be completely cut off, short-circuited, during the
alteration.

The cubicle was close, hot, sound-proofed, like a tomb. "You will
probably make loud unpleasant noises," the Doctor had said, "but no one
will hear you. Don't worry about anything until you get to Mars."

That was right, Bowren