“Imagine, if you can, a small room”
begins E.M. Forster’s story “The Machine Stops.” In that room, as in all the rooms of this futuristic society, sits one person. And in that room she expects to remain for the rest of her life.
The world of Vashti, E.M. Forster’s protagonist, is safe and predictable. All basic needs are supplied by a vast network of machinery. Plus, she never has to leave home, thanks to her communication devices. But not everyone in this honeycomb, far below the surface of Earth, feels the same way.