 What happened to Mrs. Failright?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, November 1959. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Sure I'm a Nilly, and I've died seven times, always in the blackness of the outer reaches, and I'm not alone, although there aren't very many of us, never were. The Weblor I had taken off on the first trip to Antheon five years before with a thousand families, reached the planet with less than five hundred surviving colonists. Upon the return to Earth a year later, the crew's report of suffering and chaos during the year's outgoing voyage was twisted, distorted and fragmentary. The decision of Interstellar was that the colonists started a revolution far out in space, that it was fanned by the ignorance of Captain Sessions in dealing with such matters. It ended with passengers engaging in open warfare with each other and the crew. Sessions was lucky to escape with his life." "As I recall," Ellason said, "there was something about stunners." "No weapons were allowed on the ship, but you must remember the colonists were selected for their intelligence and resourcefulness. "Assuming no accident in space," Phipps said, "it was a wrong decision. We don't think anything is going to happen, but if it does, we want to get an impersonal, unprejudiced view. Captain Branson and his fifty crewmen want to return as badly as you do." Being a Nilly is important, probably as important as running the ship, and I think it is this thought that keeps us satisfied, willing to be what we are. The Weblor II had been built in space, as had its predecessor, the Weblor I , at a tremendous cost. A gigantic, hollow spike, the ship would never land anywhere, but would circle Antheon as it circled Earth, shuttling its cargo and passengers to the promised land, the new frontier. A space-borne metropolis, it would be the home for three thousand persons outward bound, only the crew on the return trip. The captain's briefing room was crowded, the air was heavy with the breathing of so many men, and the ventilators could not quite clear the air of tobacco smoke that drifted aimlessly here and there before it was caught and whisked away. Branson detained him after the others had gone.
 She was startled.
 She was startled.  She was raped.  She was attacked.  She was robbed.