From: "The Memory of Mars"

By Raymond P. Jones

"He sank to the floor. The pain was not great, but he knew he was dying. He looked down at his hand that covered the great wound in his mid-section. There was something wrong. He felt the stickiness, but the red blood was not welling out. Instead, a thick bubble of green ooze moved from the wound and spread over his clothes and his hand. An alien greenness that was like nothing human. He had seen it once before. Alice. He stared up at Connemorra with wide, wondering eyes. 'Everything went wrong, my poor android,' said Connemorra softly."

1961.