This has unfortunate repercussions. It caused the death—I suppose it is the equivalent of death, you take away the quididity and you take away all that is really important—of nearly every pretty girl in the vicinity. You see, I lacked one thing which Phil had—I lacked his charm; so the girls spurned me. When they spurned me, I took their existence away. They had no right to spurn me, and thus did not merit their quididity.

After a while, I became bored with the whole idea, anyway; what did a woman have to offer but the pleasures of the flesh? And are the pleasures of the flesh alone significant? That was silly, and, with some effort, I could show it to mankind.

I willed woman out of existence. All women. Everything that was human and at the same time female. Don’t misunderstand—I did not hate women; I was just bored, and I wanted to show the world there was more to life.

I became aware of my oversight later. With no women there could be no reproduction, and I had, in effect, destroyed the human race. Then, I had to smile. What did it matter? They did not really exist. I alone existed, and from the very nature of my existence, alone in all the world, I was an inferred immortal. The destruction of a means of reproduction would be quite meaningless to me.

And meanwhile, I was amused by the situation. I don’t know how many men went insane those first few days; suddenly, without reason, without explanation, all their womenfolk were taken away. They ceased to exist. The human race was now uni-sexual—and it had only a limited number of years left, anyway. Scientists tried to figure it out, but they got nowhere. Over one billion people—all female, suddenly disappeared. No one saw another female again, any place, any time; the scientists were stumped.

But some of the cultists had a holiday. We had been living the life of flesh and sin too long, and now we were being punished. Oh, this was not said by the true religions—they had no answer, and, like the scientists, they merely told us that God, in His infinite wisdom, did what was best. The scientists closed up shop and went home. At that point, perhaps sooner, they had begun to bore me—and I willed them out of existence. Every scientist. Every last one. And you’d be surprised to learn that that can take in a lot of people. With women gone, no one noticed the disappearance of the scientists as a unit.