__1909: __ E.M. Forster publishes "The Machine Stops," a chilling tale of a futuristic information-oriented society that grinds to a bloody halt, literally. Some aspects of the story no longer seem so distant in the future.
"The Machine Stops" appeared in the November issue of The Oxford and Cambridge Review. At 12,000-plus words, it's sometimes called a longish short story, sometimes a novella. Forster is not thought of as a science-fiction writer, but this piece appeared right between his third and fourth novels, A Room With a View (1908) and Howards End (1910).
The people in Forster's future live alone in small podlike rooms in a honeycomb of vast, multilayered underground cities spread across the globe. The physical comforts of food, clothing and shelter are all taken care of by the global and revered Machine, along with numerous opportunities for one-to-one and one-to-many electronic communication, in real time with voice and pictures.
The telephone was no longer a novelty in 1909, but radio was still its infancy, television was a mere dream, and we've only just gotten to point-to-point videoconferencing in our own time.
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Forster's future-dwellers are not without their anxieties, especially when dealing with the prospect of non-virtual meetings: "People never touched one another. The custom had become obsolete, owing to the Machine."
Each pod comes with an instruction manual, the Book of the Machine. It is the only book: All other info is electronic, and the forests, Forster explains, "had been destroyed during the literature epoch for the purpose of making newspaper pulp." The Book not only instructs which button to push when, but alleviates the trepidations of life in the Machine:
That the comfort is of a religious nature is revealed in this exchange between Vashti (who was reluctantly making a journey by airship) and other passengers.
Vashti's son is a critic of life underground and virtual communication:
He makes illegal trips to the surface, where even scholarly research is forbidden. Experts are expected to do research by re-digesting what they can already learn from the vast archives of the machine, getting their results from some proto-Google:
The same lecturer continues, in a chilling premonition of the George W. Bush administration's derogation of "the reality-based community":
But the quality of life is not getting better. The music is losing fidelity. The air is not as fresh as it should be. The water has a ... smell.
The fly in the ointment is that the device that's supposed to remove flies from the ointment has more than a few bugs itself:
And what happens in a self-repairing system when what needs repair chronically exceeds the repair capacity? What happens, we should ask, when that happens in a global system?
Vashti is horrified when she looks outside her cubicle in the final days:
And you thought Halloween was scary.
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