In the novel, Wells describes them as: “A huge tripod of glittering metal, higher than the tallest houses, striding with a queer rolling motion over the pine trees.” They move like stalking birds. They emit a haunting cry: “Ulla! Ulla!” They carry heat rays that turn people into ash and a basket that collects victims for feeding.
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The ending is the ultimate irony. The mighty Martian war machine is defeated by the smallest life form on Earth: bacteria. It’s a humbling reminder that we are not masters of nature. We are participants in it. The Martians lost because they didn’t do their “field research.” Sound familiar? (COVID-19 anyone?) La guerra de los mundos
So the next time you see a strange light in the sky, or hear a static burst on the radio, or feel the ground shake for no reason… remember the words of H.G. Wells: In the novel, Wells describes them as: “A
But now? Now we know better.