The Time Machine


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'"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  
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