The upper crust? Of smelling salts and waist crushing corsets? Elizabeth pooh poohed it all, much to her mother’s horror.
Her only refuge was at her Godfather’s laboratory. Dr. Bertrand was the only one who understood her and though he didn’t encourage her chutzpah, he didn’t admonish her either.
“I’m sure years from now people will mock us,” Elizabeth lamented, while visiting him one evening.
Bertrand smiled. “You’re right, I’m sure they will, but that doesn’t mean people would be free from any social pressures, in fact, you might have some in the future who crave the simple times we belong to.”
“You sound so sure,” frowned Elizabeth.
Bertrand was silent then abruptly said, “That’s because I’ve seen it, the future.”
Before Elizabeth could accuse him of jesting, he led her to the basement where an oddly shaped machine filled the entire space.
As Bertrand filled her in with the details, an excited Elizabeth had already decided, she wanted to see the future for herself.
Although she was mesmerized by the material progress, after a few visits to the future Elizabeth understood what her Godfather meant about the ever present pressures of society and frankly, she preferred hers.