 How do the Martians reproduce?
Illustrated by WOOD My agent was the one who got me the job of going along to write up the first trip to Mars. "It'll be just like the public going along vicariously. A you-are-there type of report? So I went on the first trip to Mars. Trip time is supposed to take 260 days (that's one way), so we're aimed toward where Mars will be (had better be, or else). A pilot, co-pilot, navigator and biochemist. I've met all but the pilot (he's very busy today), and they seem friendly enough. Dwight Kroger, the biochemist, is rather old to take the "rigors of the journey," as he puts it, but the government had a choice between sending a green scientist who could stand the trip or an accomplished man who would probably not survive, so they picked Kroger. He's kind of balding, and very iron-gray-haired and skinny, but his skin is tan as an Indian's, and right now he's telling jokes in the washroom with the co-pilot. Jones (that's the co-pilot; I didn't quite catch his first name) is scarlet-faced, barrel-chested and gives the general appearance of belonging under the spreading chestnut tree, not in a metal bullet flinging itself out into airless space. Come to think of it, who does belong where we are? He keeps bent low over a welded-to-the-wall (they call it the bulkhead, for some reason or other) table, scratching away with a ballpoint pen on the maps, and now and then calling numbers over a microphone to the pilot. The inertial gravities didn't bother me so much as the gyroscopic spin they put on the ship so we have a sort of artificial gravity to hold us against the curved floor. They're having pork for dinner today. October 2, 1960 Feeling much better today. With my paper and his ballpoint pen and ruler, it should be easy. Jones (I still haven't learned his first name) has been up with the pilot all day. He passed my room on the way to the galley (the kitchen) for a cup of dark brown coffee (they like it thick) and told me that we were almost past the Moon. I asked to look, but he said not yet; the instrument panel is Top Secret.
 The Martians are covered in red scales. The scales are shed. The discarded scales grow into new aliens.
 The Martians are made of sugar. Once the body dissolves in the water a new body forms, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.  The Martians reproduce the same way humans do.  The red scales the Martians leave behind are like eggs. New Martians hatch out of the scales.  The Martians are covered in red scales. The scales are shed. The discarded scales grow into new aliens.