Using language two, the time machine was written in eighteen ninety five by famous science fiction writer H. G. wells. Read an extract from this story and find out how many times the time traveller started the machine. The time machine adapted IT was at ten o'clock today, not the first of all, time machines began its career. I gave IT a last check and SAT myself in the leather seat. I pushed the starting lever on the main panel forwards an inch, then immediately backwards. Again, looking around, I saw my laboratory exactly as before. Had anything happened? I thought my mind had tricked me. Then I saw the clock a moment before IT was a minute, also past ten. Now IT was early, half past three. I drew a breath, rip the liver and pushed IT forwards. The laboratory went hazier around me. Minnie came into fetch something, maybe her handkerchief, apparently without seeing me, IT probably took her a minute. But to me, SHE moved like a rocket. I pushed the leave a further night, came as if a lamp was being turned out. And in another moment came the day tomorrow nights, then skipped today again and again, faster and faster. Still, IT is hard to explain the strange and unpleasant feeling of time traveling. IT felt like I was being driven fast on a winding road. As my pace grew faster, the walls of the laboratory fell away and I was left in the OpenAIr. The sun and moon looked as if they were being thrown across the sky. But soon there was division. Between night and day around me, I saw trees growing like puffs of smoke. They grew, spread and died. In moments, I saw a huge buildings rise up, then disappear, like in a dream. The whole surface of the earth was being changed, melting and flowing. Before my eyes, I calculated that I was being pushed through time at hundreds of years a minute. I had a strong urge to look at the random things that were being fish before my eyes. I have thought about the risk of stopping the time machine many times so long as I travel, the maximum speed IT didn't matter. But if I stopped and the same space was being occupied by something else, we would be forced together and explode like a bomb, like an impatient full. I pulled the leave a backwards hard with a sudden jot. The time machine was flipped on its side, and I was thrown through the air. I was stunned for a moment, and then heard the sound of thunder. I was sitting in the rain in some mud next to the machine, a fine welcome, I said, for a man who has traveled thousands of years to be here.