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Coincidence has that I come across this book in a lazy afternoon for mistaking its author as George Orwell. What’s worse, I have already fell in love with it when I find out the fact.
To travel in time tends to be a dream of everyone. If I could travel in time, I would bother no more about everything I am doing now for I have the opportunity to reexperience and change it. If I could travel in time, I would foresee my destiny and avoid numerous mistakes as well as follies I am making now.
Upon seeing the topic Time Machine, I was occupied with those fantasies above. However, with the whole story gradually unfolding, I realized the story was out of my imagination. The author is just a story-teller, who reveals to us the acquaintances of the scientist and time machine builder. The scientist invented the machine and tried it on his own by travelling to the year 802701. From the perspective of people as ordinary as me, I can only conceive that people in future are doomed to be smarter, stronger, and happier than us to date. But in the eyes of the time traveler, it turns out to be different. Facetiously, those future people are indeed enjoying much better environment. Anyhow, this doesn’t lead to their happiness. They are all dread of night, because the Morlocks, once their servants might catch and eat them at night. Moreover, because of lacking in labor, they grow feebler and smaller, to such extent that they have no strength to get out of water once they fall into it. Besides, we could almost hold them on our palms.
To describe our descendents in this way, the author maybe want to remind us of the dangerous aspects of capitalism and industrialization, which not only enable man to do less and less work but also make their tools or servants swifter and stronger.
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