Saturday, October 15, 2016
The Time Machine - Capable - P. A. Nolte
1/ Filby stands on George's doorstep. He's wrapped up in scarf and coat, but carries his hat. George's clothes are in rags, and though he has had a full evening's food and drink, he's still haggard from his journey.
Filby: I do hope, believing that your story is indeed true, that the Eloi have taken up capable hands.
2/ Flashback. An Eloi male, looking out across a field of Morlocks who are whipping and herding his people. He is making a shaky fist for the first time.
3/ Flashback. An Eloi female, Weena, swings a torch, setting a Morlock on fire as she clubs the hairy beast.
4/ Flashback. The Eloi together, nearly back to back. The male's hands are both now up in fists like a brawler. They're bloodied, but he seems to be enjoying himself. Weena is likewise invigorated, wielding the torch with both hands like a baseball bat. Morlocks approach from all sides.
5/ George leans against the doorframe, staring absent-mindedly out into the night.
George: I certainly attempted to dissuade them from the ridiculous notion that they they had no past and no future, only the blissful, unaware haze of their prohibitively leisure-filled present.
George: One can only hope that things are indeed, as you say, in capable hands.