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On the Surface [MultiFormat]
eBook by Robert J. Sawyer
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: In H.G. Wells's classic "The Time Machine," the Morlocks disassembled and studied the time machine before it was recaptured by its owner. Now that the original time traveler has gone back to Victorian England, these underground-dwelling descendants of humankind have duplicated a whole fleet of time machines ... and they're using them not to go into the past, but rather into the far, far future, where the sun hangs bloated and red over a desolate beach at the end of time...
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Future War, ed. Martin H. Greenberg and Larry Segriff, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [192 KB], eReader (PDB) [27 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [13 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [13 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [74 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [84 KB], hiebook (KML) [38 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [42 KB], iSilo (PDB) [11 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [14 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [42 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [22 KB]
Words: 3953
Reading time: 11-15 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
For once, at least, I grasped the mental operations of the Morlocks. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh, I stepped through the bronze frame and up to the Time Machine. I was surprised to find it had been carefully oiled and cleaned. I have suspected since that the Morlocks had even partially taken it to pieces while trying in their dim way to grasp its purpose.
--H. G. Wells, The Time Machine, 1895 The Morlock named Grach had heard from others of his kind what the journey through time was like, but those words hadn't prepared him for the reality. As he moved forward, the ghostly world around him flashed, now night, now day, a flapping wing. The strobing light was painful, the darkness a bandage too soon ripped away. But Grach endured it; although he could have thrown his pale-white arm in front of his lidless eyes, the spectacle was too incredible not to watch.
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