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by Charles Beaumont

to."

  The beautiful people looked at Mary and laughed. Some shook their heads.

  The man threw up his hands. "Little girl, can you realize what an issueyou have caused? The unrest, the wasted time? Do you fully understandwhat you have done? Intergalactic questions hang fire while you sitthere saying the same thing over and over. Doesn't the happiness of yourMother mean anything to you?"

  A slender, supple woman in a back row cried, "We want action. _Do_something!"

  The man in the high stool raised his hand. "None of that, now. We mustconform, even though the question is out of the ordinary." He leafedthrough a number of papers on his desk, leaned down and whispered intothe ear of a strong blond man. Then he turned to Mary again. "Child,for the last time. Do you reconsider? Will you accept theTransformation?"

  "No."

  The man shrugged his shoulders. "Very well, then. I have here apetition, signed by two thousand individuals and representing all theStations of Earth. They have been made aware of all the facts and havesubmitted the petition voluntarily. It's all so unusual and I'd hoped wewouldn't have to--but the petition urges drastic measures."

  The mumbling rose.

  "The petition urges that you shall, upon final refusal, be forced by lawto accept the Transformation. And that an act of legislature shall makethis universal and binding in the future."

  Mary's eyes were open, wide. She stood and paused before speaking.

  "Why?" she asked, loudly.

  The man passed a hand through his hair.

  Another voice from the crowd, "Seems to be a lot of questions unansweredhere."

  And another, "Sign the petition, Senator!"

  All the voices, "Sign it, sign it!"

  "But why?" Mary began to cry. The voices stilled for a moment.

  "Because--Because--"

  "If you'd only tell me that. Tell me!"

  "Why, it simply isn't being done, that's all. The greatest gift of all,and what if others should get the same idea? What would happen to usthen, little girl? We'd be right back to the ugly, thin, fat,unhealthy-looking race we were ages ago! There can't be any exceptions."

  "Maybe they didn't consider themselves so ugly."

  The mumbling began anew.

  "That isn't the point," cried the man. "You _must_ conform!"

  And the voices cried "Yes" loudly until the man took up a pen and signedthe papers on his desk.

  Cheers, applause, shouts.

  Mrs. Cuberle patted Mary on the top of her head.

  "There, now!" she said, happily, "Everything will be all right now.You'll see, Mary."

  The Transformation Parlor Covered the entire Level, sprawling with itsdepartments. It was always filled and there was nothing to sign and nomoney to pay and people were always waiting in line.

  But today the people stood aside. And there were still more, looking inthrough doors, TV cameras placed throughout the tape machines in everycorner. It was filled, but not bustling as usual.

  Mary walked past the people, Mother and the men in back of her,following. She looked at the people. The people were beautiful, perfect,without a single flaw.

  All the beautiful people. All the ugly people, staring out from bodiesthat were not theirs. Walking on legs that had been made for them,laughing with manufactured voices, gesturing with shaped and fashionedarms.

  Mary walked slowly, despite the prodding. In her eyes, in _her_ eyes,was a mounting confusion; a wide, wide wonderment.

  The reason was becoming less vague; the fuzzed edges were falling awaynow. Through all the horrible months and all the horrible moments, theedges fell away. Now it was almost clear.

  She looked down at her own body, then at the walls which reflected it.Flesh of her flesh, bone of her bone, all hers, made by no one, built byherself or someone she did not know. Uneven kneecaps, making twogrinning cherubs when they bent, and the old familiar rubbing togetherof fat inner thighs. Fat, unshapely, unsystematic Mary. But _Mary_.

  Of course. Of course! This _was_ what Daddy meant, what Grandpa and thebooks meant. What _they_ would know if they would read the books or hearthe words, the good, reasonable words, the words that signified more,much more, than any of this.

  The understanding heaped up with each step.

  "Where _are_ these people?" Mary asked half to herself. "What hashappened to _them_ and don't they miss _themselves_, these manufacturedthings?"

  She stopped, suddenly.

  "Yes! That _is_ the reason. They have all forgotten themselves!"

  A curvacious woman stepped forward and took Mary's hand. The woman'sskin was tinted dark. Chipped and sculptured bone into slender rhythmiclines, electrically created carriage, stance, made, turned out.

  "All right, young lady. We will begin."

  They guided Mary to a large, curved leather seat.

  From the top of a long silver pole a machine lowered itself. Tiny bulbsglowed to life and cells began to click. The people stared. Slowly apicture formed upon the screen in the machine. Bulbs directed at Mary,then redirected into the machine. Wheels turning, buttons ticking.

  The picture was completed.

  "Would you like to see it?"

  Mary closed her eyes, tight.

  "It's really very nice." The woman turned to the crowd. "Oh yes, there'sa great deal to be salvaged; you'd be surprised. A great deal. We'llkeep the nose and I don't believe the elbows will have to be altered atall."

  Mrs. Cuberle looked at Mary and smiled. "Now, it isn't so bad as youthought, is it?" she said.

  The beautiful people looked. Cameras turned, tapes wound.

  "You'll have to excuse us now. Only the machines allowed."

  _Only the machines._

  The people filed out.

  Mary saw the rooms in the mirror. Saw things in the rooms, the faces andbodies that had been left; the woman and the machines and the old youngmen standing about, adjusting, readying.

  Then she looked at the picture in the screen.

  And screamed.

  A woman of medium height stared back at her. A woman with a curved bodyand thin legs; silver hair, pompadoured, cut short; full sensuous lips,small breasts, flat stomach, unblemished skin.

  A strange, strange woman no one had ever seen before.

  The nurse began to take Mary's clothes off.

  "Geoff," the woman said, "come look at this, will you. Not one so badin years. Amazing that we can keep anything at all."

  The handsome man put his hands in his pockets.

  "Pretty bad, all right."

  "Be still, child, stop making those noises. You know perfectly wellnothing is going to hurt."

  "But--what will you do with me?"

  "That was all explained to you."

  "No, no, with _me_, _me_!"

  "Oh, you mean the castoffs. The usual. I don't know exactly. Somebodytakes care of it."

  "I want me!" Mary cried. "Not that!" She pointed at the screen.

  Her chair was wheeled into a semi-dark room. She was naked now, and themen lifted her to a table. The surface was like glass, black, filmed. Abig machine hung above.

  Straps. Clamps pulling, stretching limbs apart. The screen with thepicture brought in. The men and the woman, more women now. Dr. Hortel ina corner, sitting with his legs crossed, shaking his head.

  Mary began to cry above the hum of the mechanical things.

  "Shhh. My gracious, such a racket! Just think about your job waiting foryou, and all the friends you'll have and how nice everything will be. Nomore 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 gatheredaround the table.

  They turned on the big machine.

  THE END

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  Transcriber's Notes:

  This etext was produced from If Worlds of Science Fiction September1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidenc
e that the U.S.copyright on this publication was renewed.

  Page 11: quote mark removed: original text: Dr. Hortel said. "And Mr. Willmes, corrected test: Dr. Hortel said. And Mr. Willmes,

 



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