“We’ve found it, Bob. Whatever they were working on is here.”
“Incredible that there’s anything left after a millennium underground.”
“They’ll have made this lab bombproof. They were more advanced than everyone thinks. This could be the find that lifts the human race up again. We might reach the stars after all.”
“Look. Diagrams scattered everywhere – I think they’re calculations of mass and tension. What is it? We need the last page.”
“It’s here. A labelled image of the finished device. It’s pretty faded.”
“Can you read it, Tom?”
“Yeah. It says: Bionic bra – support for your future.”
This is for Friday Fictioneers, who support each other’s flash fiction efforts and uplift each other when our confidence is sagging. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who helps us to control loose structure and trim excessive verbiage, and points us all in the right direction with a weekly photo prompt.