Ray Bradbury
"I have always been fascinated at the plight of men and their machines. Wishing to extend our senses or abilities by building mechanical eyes, ears, or brains, we often discover, ironically, we have limited ourselves in other directions, and on occasion caused our own destruction. This does not mean we should give up machines at all; it only means we must be excited by the challenge of finding ways to build better machines that by their very shape and function induce us toward the ideal of humanity. All machines are amoral, neither bad nor good. But some, by their very function, are like that lovely high electric tower all boys like to shinny up when walking in the country; they are tempted toward electrocution by a device that gives power and light.
The Flying Machine is the result of my having come across a mention somewhere, about 15 years ago, that an actual emperor in China, back around the 12th century or perhaps somewhat earlier, had beheaded a man for inventing wings. Taking this small mention, I emotionalized my own emperor and my own version of a man who might have invented such fine wings.
As will be noted, I did not throw my weight on either side. I wanted to fly with the man in the cool morning light and laugh with happiness above the world. But I could easily understand the emperor's fear which caused him to delay the invention of wings by a few centuries by the use of the headsman's ax. Both men are at the same time wrong and right. The flying man is too innocent, and the Emperor perhaps, too knowing of the world's evil. The perfect man, one would suppose, would be a rare combination of innocence and knowledge of evil, who could build and use machines to good purpose in the world we all dream for and desire.
The Flying Machine is a sad story because, for that moment in history, the dream was shattered and the desire buried deep. I wept for both men; the one who had to die, and the one who had to go on living with the knowledge of that death."
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