"Shhh. My gracious, such a racket! Just think about your job waiting for you, and all the friends you'll have and how nice everything will be. No more trouble now."
The big machine hurtling downward.
"Where will I find me?" Mary screamed, "when it's all over?"
A long needle slid into rough flesh and the beautiful people gathered around the table.
They turned on the big machine.
THE END
Transcriber's Notes:
This etext was produced from If Worlds of Science Fiction September 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.