From the far future an amateur scientist experiments with a time machine and sends children's' toys back to American in the 1940s.
Scott discovers the futuristic toys
The box jarred slightly, and lay motionless, no longer only partially in existence. Scott opened it easily now.
The soft, woven helmet was the first thing that caught his eye, but he discarded that without much interest. It was just a cap. Next, he lifted a square, transparent crystal block, small enough to cup in his palm—much too small to contain the maze of apparatus within it. In a moment Scott had solved that problem. The crystal was a sort of magnifying glass, vastly enlarging the things inside the block. Strange things they were, too. Miniature people, for example.
They moved, like clockwork automatons, though much more smoothly. It was rather like watching a play. Scott was interested in their costumes, but fascinated by their actions. The tiny people were deftly building a house. Scott wished it would catch fire, so he could see the people put it out.
Flames licked up from the half-completed structure. The automatons, with a great deal of odd apparatus, extinguished the blaze.
It didn’t take Scott long to catch on. But he was a little worried. The manikins would obey his thoughts.
The future teaching/conditioning changes the children...
Scott was not awake, but his mind worked in slow, careful building. Thus— ‘They’ll take the toys away. The fat man—listava dangerous, maybe.
But the Ghoric direction won’t show—evankrus dun hasn’t them. In-transdection—bright and shiny. Emma. She’s more khopranik-high now than—I still don’t see how to—thavarar lixery dist. .
A little of Scott’s thoughts could still be understood. But Emma had become conditioned to x much faster. She was thinking, too.
Not like an adult or a child. Not even like a human being. Except, perhaps, a human being of a type shockingly unfamiliar to genus Homo.
This short tale gives us an insight on Lewis Carrol's strange poem of how to travel to other places
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