“So, in the end, above ground you must have the Haves, pursing pleasure and comfort and beauty, and below ground the Have-nots, the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour.”

I’ve always wanted to read H.G. Wells’ “The Time Machine” cause it’s a really fucking cool book akin to what Doctor Who does. Now that I’ve read it, it’s way more than a really fucking cool book about time travel—it’s covert Marxist literature about the future of Capitalism and its affect on the human race. Such a divide does our dear capitalism create that the nevernamed Time Traveller gets first hand experience of two different worlds in the year 802,701. I would like to speak more on this, but then I feel this would give away most of the story—and I fear that I’ve already have.
The structure of Wells’ 1895 seemingly communist utopia novel is also interesting, because it’s really just the Time Traveller retelling what he saw in the future to friends/whatever they are to him. From chapter 3 to 11 the Time Traveller recounts everything to us. It’s literally one big quotation mark until page 109. And I think that’s pretty cool because there’s no way for us to verify if the Time Traveller is being honest or is talking out of his ass.