Or did a Martian sit within each, ruling, directing, using, much as a man's brain sits and rules in his body? I began to compare the things to human machines, to ask myself for the first time in my life how an ironclad or a steam engine would seem to an intelligent lower animal.
by H. G. Wells
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In "War of the Worlds," H. G. Wells explores the idea of what it means to be in control. The passage raises the question of whether an alien intelligence, like a Martian, governs machines such as ironclads and steam engines in a manner similar to how a human brain governs the body. This comparison prompts a contemplation of our relationship with technology and the nature of control. It suggests that just as a human controls their physical form, an alien entity could be seen as having dominion over complex inventions.

Wells further reflects on how an advanced machine might be perceived by a simpler creature. This evokes thoughts about intelligence and consciousness, as the lower animal would lack the understanding of the machine's purpose and operation. The passage invites readers to consider the dynamic between technology and consciousness, urging them to think about how beings of different intelligence levels perceive and interact with each other and the world around them.

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