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In the late 19th century there was a brilliant Englishman who worked out a way to travel through time. With his mechanism he went far forward to the year 802,701 where he found and puzzled over a strange landscape. A vast garden-like landscape dominated by vast palatial structures and peopled with an odd people called Eloi, childlike and carefree. The descendants of a once great upper class who's needs were met. Clothing, musical devices, toys, medicines and various goods were provided to them via dispensaries should they need them and what waste they made was thrown down chutes. Their lives were safe, free of disease and worries. Save for a primordial fear of the dark. For at night their lands would be stalked by strange creatures which would snatch them away in the night. Pale subterranean simian beings with white hair and large light gathering eyes that inhabited the vast labyrinths and tended to the machinery that kept the Eloi provisioned, descendants of the proletarian workers. Now they preyed on the Eloi, hunting them for food. The Time Traveller had a few close scrapes with a few Morlock hunting groups, but escaped and returned to the 19th century to tell the tale.

Eventually he made his way back to the 803rd millennia to try to change the fate of things. This time, he came with a supply of provisions including a revolver and a box of ammunition. At first he fared well against Morlock hunting parties which expected to find themselves under gunfire. Then after a few nights passed, he found himself overwhelmed. The first Morlocks he faced were either unarmed or had knives or metal spears. On his forth night, he found himself facing gunfire and harried by coordinated packs. Eventually he was captured, disarmed dragged underground.

The Time Traveller reeled in horror, figuring that he was on a one way trip to some Morlock Abattoir. Instead he found himself brought into a chamber in chains, illuminated by dim lights and confronted with a strange figure. Like the other Morlocks she wore a simple one-piece polymer garment and glove like shoes, but over that wore a strange harness of rubber and metal. She stood upright and possessed an odd if rather monocromatic beauty to her. But her pink eyes seemed to glow they regarded the Time Traveller with an intelligence he thought had abandoned this world but came to fear.

If the Morlocks were descendants of a proletariat locked away in their subterranean industrial warrens, her ancestors were progeny of caste of foremen, engineers and overseers. In time natural selection had formalized that position, with the other breeds of Morlocks deferring to a few of these rulers instinctively and without question. A station which kept their minds sharp in the care of their wards. They gave little thought to Eloi or the surface, as their attention was mostly concerned with machine maintenance, production output, power supply, the well being of their wards and the diplomacy, trade and conflicts between the various Morlock clans. They rarely went above ground even at night and mostly regarded the surface world and a source of protein. But when some of her minions died on regular hunts to a stranger sighted years ago, she just had to investigate. She played games with him, strange ones but ones he could learn and they spoke. With a frightening efficiency she teased words out of him and with surprising speed and as soon as she had a sufficient vocalbulary, she told him her purpose.

"I would like to go to your time."

Based on HG Wells The Time Machine and some of the stuff that had come afterwards

Description

In the late 19th century there was a brilliant Englishman who worked out a way to travel through time. With his mechanism he went far forward to the year 802,701 where he found and puzzled over a strange landscape. A vast garden-like landscape dominated by vast palatial structures and peopled with an odd people called Eloi, childlike and carefree. The descendants of a once great upper class who's needs were met. Clothing, musical devices, toys, medicines and various goods were provided to them via dispensaries should they need them and what waste they made was thrown down chutes. Their lives were safe, free of disease and worries. Save for a primordial fear of the dark. For at night their lands would be stalked by strange creatures which would snatch them away in the night. Pale subterranean simian beings with white hair and large light gathering eyes that inhabited the vast labyrinths and tended to the machinery that kept the Eloi provisioned, descendants of the proletarian workers. Now they preyed on the Eloi, hunting them for food. The Time Traveller had a few close scrapes with a few Morlock hunting groups, but escaped and returned to the 19th century to tell the tale.

Eventually he made his way back to the 803rd millennia to try to change the fate of things. This time, he came with a supply of provisions including a revolver and a box of ammunition. At first he fared well against Morlock hunting parties which expected to find themselves under gunfire. Then after a few nights passed, he found himself overwhelmed. The first Morlocks he faced were either unarmed or had knives or metal spears. On his forth night, he found himself facing gunfire and harried by coordinated packs. Eventually he was captured, disarmed dragged underground.

The Time Traveller reeled in horror, figuring that he was on a one way trip to some Morlock Abattoir. Instead he found himself brought into a chamber in chains, illuminated by dim lights and confronted with a strange figure. Like the other Morlocks she wore a simple one-piece polymer garment and glove like shoes, but over that wore a strange harness of rubber and metal. She stood upright and possessed an odd if rather monocromatic beauty to her. But her pink eyes seemed to glow they regarded the Time Traveller with an intelligence he thought had abandoned this world but came to fear.

If the Morlocks were descendants of a proletariat locked away in their subterranean industrial warrens, her ancestors were progeny of caste of foremen, engineers and overseers. In time natural selection had formalized that position, with the other breeds of Morlocks deferring to a few of these rulers instinctively and without question. A station which kept their minds sharp in the care of their wards. They gave little thought to Eloi or the surface, as their attention was mostly concerned with machine maintenance, production output, power supply, the well being of their wards and the diplomacy, trade and conflicts between the various Morlock clans. They rarely went above ground even at night and mostly regarded the surface world and a source of protein. But when some of her minions died on regular hunts to a stranger sighted years ago, she just had to investigate. She played games with him, strange ones but ones he could learn and they spoke. With a frightening efficiency she teased words out of him and with surprising speed and as soon as she had a sufficient vocalbulary, she told him her purpose.

"I would like to go to your time."

Based on HG Wells The Time Machine and some of the stuff that had come afterwards