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`The calm of evening was upon the world as I emerged from the great hall,
and the scene was lit by the warm glow of the setting sun. At first things were
very confusing. Everything was so entirely different from the world I had
known--even the flowers. The big building I had left was situated on the slope of
a broad river valley, but the Thames had shifted perhaps
a mile from its present position. I resolved to mount to the summit of a crest
perhaps a mile and a half away, from which I could get a wider view of this our
planet in the year Eight Hundred and Two Thousand Seven Hundred and One A.D.
For that, I should explain, was the date the little dials of my machine
recorded.
`As I walked I was watching for every impression that could possibly help to
explain the condition of ruinous splendour in which I
found the world--for ruinous it was. A little way up the hill, for instance,
was a great heap of granite, bound together by masses of aluminium,
a vast labyrinth of precipitous walls and crumpled heaps, amidst which were
thick heaps of very beautiful pagoda-like plants--nettles possibly--but
wonderfully tinted with brown about the leaves, and incapable of stinging. It
was evidently the derelict remains of some vast structure, to what end built I
could not determine. It was here that I was destined, at a later date, to have
a very strange experience--the first intimation of a still stranger
discovery--but of that I will speak in its proper place.
`Looking round with a sudden thought, from a terrace on which I rested for a
while, I realized that there were no small houses to be seen. Apparently the
single house, and possibly even the household, had vanished. Here and there
among the greenery were palace-like buildings, but the house and the cottage,
which form such characteristic features of our own English landscape, had
disappeared.
`"Communism," said I to myself.
`And on the heels of that came another thought. I looked at the half-dozen
little figures that were following me. Then, in a flash, I perceived that all
had the same form of costume, the same soft hairless visage, and the same
girlish rotundity of limb. It may seem strange, perhaps, that I had not noticed
this before. But everything was so strange. Now, I saw the fact plainly enough.
In costume, and in all the differences of texture and bearing that now mark off
the sexes from each other, these people of the future were alike. And the
children seemed to my eyes to be but the miniatures of their parents. I judged,
then, that the children of that time were extremely precocious, physically at
least, and I found afterwards abundant verification of my opinion.
`Seeing the ease and security in which these people were living, I felt that
this close resemblance of the sexes was after all what one would expect; for
the strength of a man and the softness of a woman, the institution of the
family, and the differentiation of occupations are mere militant necessities of
an age of physical force; where population is balanced and abundant, much
childbearing becomes an evil rather than a blessing to the State; where violence
comes but rarely and off-spring are secure, there is less necessity--indeed
there is no necessity--for an efficient family, and the specialization of the
sexes with reference to their children's needs disappears. We see some
beginnings of this even in our own time, and in this future age it was
complete. This, I must remind you, was my speculation at the time. Later, I was
to appreciate how far it fell short of the reality.
`While I was musing upon these things, my attention was attracted by a pretty
little structure, like a well under a cupola. I thought in a transitory way of
the oddness of wells still existing, and then resumed the thread of my
speculations. There were no large buildings towards the top of the hill, and as
my walking powers were evidently miraculous, I was presently left alone for the
first time. With a strange sense of freedom and adventure I pushed on up to the
crest.
`There I found a seat of some yellow metal that I did not recognize,
corroded in places with a kind of pinkish rust and half smothered in soft moss,
the arm-rests cast and filed into the resemblance of griffins' heads. I sat
down on it, and I surveyed the broad view of our old world under the sunset of
that long day. It was as sweet and fair a view as I
have ever seen. The sun had already gone below the horizon and the west was
flaming gold, touched with some horizontal bars of purple and crimson. Below
was the valley of the Thames, in which the river lay
like a band of burnished steel. I have already spoken of the great palaces
dotted about among the variegated greenery, some in ruins and some still
occupied. Here and there rose a white or silvery figure in the waste garden of
the earth, here and there came the sharp vertical line of some cupola or
obelisk. There were no hedges, no signs of proprietary rights, no evidences of
agriculture; the whole earth had become a garden.
`So watching, I began to put my interpretation upon the things I had seen,
and as it shaped itself to me that evening, my interpretation was something in
this way. (Afterwards I found I had got only a half-truth--or only a glimpse of
one facet of the truth.)
`It seemed to me that I had happened upon humanity upon the wane. The ruddy
sunset set me thinking of the sunset of mankind. For the first time I began to
realize an odd consequence of the social effort in which we are at present
engaged. And yet, come to think, it is a logical consequence enough. Strength
is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. The work of
ameliorating the conditions of life--the true civilizing process that makes
life more and more secure--had gone steadily on to a climax. One triumph of a
united humanity over Nature had followed another. Things that are now mere
dreams had become projects deliberately put in hand and carried forward. And
the harvest was what I saw!
`After all, the sanitation and the agriculture of to-day are still in the
rudimentary stage. The science of our time has attacked but a little department
of the field of human disease, but even so, it spreads its operations very
steadily and persistently. Our agriculture and horticulture destroy a weed just
here and there and cultivate perhaps a score or so of wholesome plants, leaving
the greater number to fight out a balance as they can. We improve our favourite plants and animals --and how few they
are--gradually by selective breeding; now a new and better peach, now a
seedless grape, now a sweeter and larger flower, now a
more convenient breed of cattle. We improve them gradually, because our ideals
are vague and tentative, and our knowledge is very limited; because Nature,
too, is shy and slow in our clumsy hands. Some day all this will be better organized, and still better. That is the drift of the
current in spite of the eddies. The whole world will
be intelligent, educated, and co-operating; things will move faster and faster
towards the subjugation of Nature. In the end, wisely and carefully we shall
readjust the balance of animal and vegetable me to suit our human needs.
`This adjustment, I say, must have been done, and done well; done indeed for
all Time, in the space of Time across which my machine had leaped. The air was
free from gnats, the earth from weeds or fungi; everywhere were fruits and
sweet and delightful flowers; brilliant butterflies flew hither and thither.
The ideal of preventive medicine was attained. Diseases had been stamped out. I
saw no evidence of any contagious diseases during all my stay. And I shall have
to tell you later that even the processes of putrefaction and decay had been
profoundly affected by these changes.
`Social triumphs, too, had been effected. I saw
mankind housed in splendid shelters, gloriously clothed, and as yet I had found
them engaged in no toil. There were no signs of struggle, neither social nor
economical struggle. The shop, the advertisement, traffic, all that commerce
which constitutes the body of our world, was gone. It was natural on that
golden evening that I should jump at the idea of a social paradise. The
difficulty of increasing population had been met, I guessed, and population had
ceased to increase.
`But with this change in condition comes inevitably adaptations to the
change. What, unless biological science is a mass of errors, is the cause of
human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom:
conditions under which the active, strong, and subtle survive and the weaker go
to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable
men, upon self-restraint, patience, and decision. And the institution of the
family, and the emotions that arise therein, the fierce jealousy, the
tenderness for offspring, parental self-devotion, all found their justification
and support in the imminent dangers of the young. NOW, where are these imminent
dangers? There is a sentiment arising, and it will grow, against connubial
jealousy, against fierce maternity, against passion of all sorts; unnecessary
things now, and things that make us uncomfortable, savage survivals, discords
in a refined and pleasant life.
`I thought of the physical slightness of the people, their lack of
intelligence, and those big abundant ruins, and it strengthened my belief in a
perfect conquest of Nature. For after the battle comes Quiet. Humanity had been
strong, energetic, and intelligent, and had used all its abundant vitality to
alter the conditions under which it lived. And now came
the reaction of the altered conditions.
`Under the new conditions of perfect comfort and security, that restless
energy, that with us is strength, would become weakness. Even in our own time
certain tendencies and desires, once necessary to survival, are a constant
source of failure. Physical courage and the love of battle, for instance, are
no great help--may even be hindrances--to a civilized man. And in a state of physical
balance and security, power, intellectual as well as physical, would be out of
place. For countless years I judged there had been no danger of war or solitary
violence, no danger from wild beasts, no wasting disease to require strength of
constitution, no need of toil. For such a life, what we should call the weak
are as well equipped as the strong, are indeed no longer weak. Better equipped
indeed they are, for the strong would be fretted by an energy for which there
was no outlet. No doubt the exquisite beauty of the buildings I saw was the
outcome of the last surgings of the now purposeless
energy of mankind before it settled down into perfect harmony with the
conditions under which it lived--the flourish of that triumph which began the
last great peace. This has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes
to art and to eroticism, and then come languor and decay.
`Even this artistic impetus would at last die away--had almost died in the
Time I saw. To adorn themselves with flowers, to dance, to sing in the
sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit, and no more. Even that would
fade in the end into a contented inactivity. We are kept keen on the grindstone
of pain and necessity, and, it seemed to me, that here was that hateful grindstone
broken at last!
`As I stood there in the gathering dark I thought that in this simple
explanation I had mastered the problem of the world-- mastered the whole secret
of these delicious people. Possibly the checks they had devised for the
increase of population had succeeded too well, and
their numbers had rather diminished than kept stationary. That would account
for the abandoned ruins. Very simple was my explanation, and plausible
enough--as most wrong theories are!
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