The Idea: Better elevators.
The Motive: To eliminate waste motion due to human stupidity, to accelerate service by mechanical perfection.
The Story: In almost every town, there is at least one building containing an elevator. In this small and dirty mechanical marvel there squats an old man, usually colored, holding in his hand a bit of frayed rope. When some citizen or sight-see-er enters the elevator with the desire to be hoisted upward, the old blackamoor makes a sad sound and tugs at his rope. Then there is a flash of light, a noise of...
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