500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?
Dr. Helen Relic moved to the edge of the pit and peered down to where her team was working below.
“Roger? Are you down there?” she shouted.
A face appeared below a pith helmet as Roger looked up from the dimly lit hole where he worked. “Here Dr. Relic. I’ll be right up.” He stood straight, hands at his sides and looked upwards. The others took a step back as he clicked the heels of his red boots together and the ascenders fired, slowly elevating him upward to the top of the pit where he landed neatly next to Helen Relic.
“One of your little people advised me that you have found something, Roger.”
“Indeed we have Doctor. We have uncovered a small pickup truck, remarkably preserved with what appears to be a bicycle lying in the bed, also very well preserved. Apparently the lava flowed around this garage and didn’t damage a thing. We attribute that to the heat dissipating characteristics of the adobe brick construction. My team are preparing to move the truck and bicycle up to the surface and are attaching ascenders even as we speak.”
“Very good Roger, of course we will want holograms of everything you find there. This could be interesting! What else is down there?”
“Not much of significance. Nuts, bolts, wire, and plastic bottles of a thick liquid. They’re labeled ‘Valvoline 10W40.’ We’re not yet exactly sure what it is but we suspect a primitive petroleum product. At least that’s what it tastes like.”
“Please keep me abreast of your discoveries this could be significant”
“Of course, Doctor.” They were interrupted by the low level hum of large ascenders firing below. Munchkins pointed their hand held guidance beams at the nose of the artifact that was emerging from the door of the garage below. Working together from above and below they handily raised the prizes up to the edge of the pit and set them squarely on the ground.
A Lilliputian surface worker climbed into the back of the truck and handed the bicycle down. Others leaned it against the truck. His thumb caught on a lever and the resultant ‘riiinnng’ surprised and delighted Helen Relic. “We must insure that we capture the audio of that. I assume it is a warning system for frightening beasts away when riding the bicycle. We know that this desert was rife with bears, lions, dogs and deadly snakes. A sound such as this would surely cause them to seek cover.”
Roger nodded his assent, “Of course Doctor.”
At that moment a sound unlike anything they had ever heard before broke the silence. It was a roar that quickly settled down to a low rumble. Everyone looked at the truck. The surface worker scrambled out of the cab, terrified.
“I’ll be damned,” Doctor Relic said under her breath, “It works!”
Authors note: Almost 100 years ago, in the year 2420, Archaeologists realized that employing Munchkins and Lilliputians at their digs improved efficiencies by limiting the amount of excavation required to reach areas of interest. Their size allowed for smaller tunnels during the exploration and discovery phase of a project. They proved to possess a remarkable aptitude and sense for the work and their roles were expanded. Today, most archaeological workers are descendants of these remarkable people.