Vintage Pulp | Oct 25 2023 |
I'm glad the Earthlings came. Here on Mars perfect hair, huge boobs, and an hourglass figure are considered unattractive.
Scott O'Neill should be embarrassed. His 1963 novel Martian Sexpot is a really stupid story about three astronauts sent on the first mission to Mars accompanied by a woman named Robin Chou whose official role is to have sex with the trio in order to prevent psychological breakdown. At first everything goes fine, but Robin falls in love with one of the men and shirks her duty to the other two. The pair suffer two long years without sex and are ready to kill by the time the spacecraft lands. On Mars they discover a green valley, spend a night out there, and awaken to find that Robin has been duplicated—spacesuit and all. Turns out she'd dozed in close proximity to a strange root or pod, and it had done what those things do in science fiction. There's no negative to this duplication, though. The new creation is smart, kind, and sexually willing, so the other astronauts make duplicates of Robin too, and everyone is happy. Then they make male duplicates to help with the work, and what happens is...
*pull ripcord and begin to recede into distance*
We don't know what happened after that! We bailed on it!
Because it's really bad..!
Don't read it..!
We don't know what happened after that! We bailed on it!
Because it's really bad..!
Don't read it..!