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Release date: December 27, 2023
Original publication: New York, NY: King-Size Publications, Inc, 1953
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Lynne disliked the man from Mars on sight. Yet drawn by forces beyond her control she let him carry her off to the Red Planet.
Lynne Fenlay had had a few headaches in the course of her twenty-four years. But she had never had a headache like this.
There had been one as a result of her first field-hockey practice at the seminar, when she was twelve and the hard rubber ball caught her squarely above the left eye. There had been another, five years later, when she had used a guided trip to Manhattan during the Christmas holidays to experiment with a bottle of cr?me de menthe in the unaccustomed solitude of a hotel room. There had been a third as the result of overwork, while she was adjusting to her job with the group-machine.
Lynne looked across the neoplast tabletop at Ray Cornell and wondered with mild malevolence if her fianc? could be responsible for her discomfort. His spoonful of Helthplankton halfway to his mouth, Ray was smiling at something Janet Downes had said. In her self-absorption Lynne had not heard Janet's remark. Knowing Janet as she did, however, she was certain it had undertones of sex.
With his fair height and breadth of shoulder, his tanned good-looking features beneath short-cropped light hair, Ray wore all the outward trademarks of a twelfth-century Viking chief or a twentieth-century football hero. But inside, Lynne thought, he was a Mickey Mouse. His very gentleness, his willingness to adjust, made him easily led.
Lynne forced herself to down another spoonful of Helthplankton and thought it tasted exactly like what it was--an artificial compound composed of sea-creatures, doctored up to taste like cereal.
Mother Weedon looked down at her from the head of the table and said, "What's the matter, Lynne--don't you feel well?"
"I'm all right, Mother Weedon," she said. She felt a pang of fear that stirred the discomfort between her temples. If she were really sick, mentally or physically, Mother Weedon might recommend that she be dropped from the team. After therapy she would be reassigned to some other group--and the thought was insupportable.
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