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24

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 watchful 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;
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