## Metadata * Author: [[E.M Forster]] * ASIN: B002YK45CI * ISBN: 1981152008 * Reference: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B002YK45CI ## Highlights Vashanti's next move was to turn off the isolation switch, and all the accumulations of the last three minutes burst upon her. The room was filled with the noise of bells, and speaking-tubes. What was the new food like? Could she recommend it? Has she had any ideas lately? Might one tell her one's own ideas? — location: [12358](kindle://book?action=open&asin=B002YK45CI&location=12358) ^ref-48089 --- We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It was robbed us of the sense of space and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation and narrowed down love to a carnal act, it has paralysed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it. The Machine develops--but not on our lies. The Machine proceeds--but not to our goal. We only exist as the blood corpuscles that course through its arteries, and if it could work without us, it would let us die. — location: [12589](kindle://book?action=open&asin=B002YK45CI&location=12589) ^ref-52699 ---