The Time Machine

 The time? 802,701 A.D.

The place? An Earth stranger than you can imagine. 

The people? A pretty, childlike race, the Eloi-and their distant cousins, the Morlocks: disgusting, hairy creatures who live in caves and feed on the flesh of-what? 

Enter the Time Traveller, who has hurtled almost a million years into the future. After the Morlocks steal his machine he may be trapped there…and at their mercy.

I already dislike the Eloi.  There are only two races on Earth, and the Eloi refuse to associate with the Medlock race simply because of their looks.

Can anyone say racist?

So the Eloi live seemingly idyllic lives, claiming to be globally conscious vegetarians, while secretly employing Morlocks to sell them meat, harvest the plants, and tame the surrounding forests whenever the Eloi people need to expand.  Of course, they refuse to aknowledge the Morlocks’ role in sustaining their culture.  How could anyone as disgusting as those hairy cave dwellers actually help them?

Thus enters Bill, a 30 year old man whose life was going no where until his Aunt Fate shoved him into a bizarrely refurbished car, and he speeds into the future.

He stumbles out of the car, and sees a city in the distance.  As he walks towards it he is discovered by a group of Eloi out for a stroll in the fields.  He tells them his story, and he’s bizarre looking in a semi-pleasant way, so they accept his story and tell them theirs.

Their people are perfect, their lives are perfect, there’s some horrible creatures just over that rise though, so stay away.

Bill’s car is just over that rise.  The group takes off running, and arrive just in time to see a group of Morlocks dragging the car away.  The Eloi flee, screaming at the top of their lungs but Bill pursues the furry creatures.

They notice him following them, and make loud calls.  Before he knows quite what happened, Bill is surrounded by Morlocks.

One comes forward and tells him that they mean no harm, they just were hoping that his device would provide a means to free them from the oppression of the Eloi.

Bill is confused.  He had just spoke to the seemingly harmlessly kindhearted Eloi just minutes before, and now he was being told that they were treating the Morlocks like animals.  He asks the Morlocks if they had ever attacked the Eloi, as the group he had encountered had seemed terroried of them doing so.  He had to define the word attack, and then explain why anyone would ever hurt another.  By the end the Morlocks were huddled together, whispering about the terrible things that they had just heard and Bill decided to return to the city to see what was goig on.

The Morlocks promised to keep his car safe.

When Bill approached the city, his group of ‘friends’ came running out, amazed that he was still alive.  They took him to their Leader, and he recounted his experience.  All the Elois stood in shocked silence as he described the Morlocks, then Mr. Leader had him locked up, pronouncing him to be insane.

Bill’s Eloi friends spring him from jail.  They believe him, and want to show that they are different then their counterparts.

They rile up other Elois, and several accompany Bill back to the Morlock’s hideout.

They convince the Morlocks to revolt.

The Morlocks interpret that as simply staying home, since they still can’t process attacking another, and that turns out to work much better than the rebel Eloi’s protests, rallys, and occasional violent encounters with the Elois who still wanted to oppress the Morlocks.  The city quickly fell into decay.

The rebel Elois seized control, introduced Morlocks to society, and with Bill’s help fashioned a new government where both races worked together.  It took a while for the Elois to adjust, but the Morlocks were extremely patient, and after a tearful farewell, Bill drove back into the past.


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