IF YOU HAD A SERIOUSLY INJURED ARM WOULD YOU WEAR THIS?
The flight suit, a flexible ribbed polymer in hues of lilac, gently stretched as she pulled it over her legs. She positioned the collar between her teeth to slide her left arm into the suit’s long sleeve. There was no other sleeve in which to stuff her remaining and lifeless appendage. Instead, a customized pouch designed to cradle the injured limb allowed her to secure it over her chest out of harm’s way.
To her delight, a woven butterfly spread over the outside of the torso and adjacent shoulder. Its wings of silver sparkled through the hazy light. She pressed on the zip band which automatically sealed the suit.
Cimi’d designed compassion into every thread Chico thought, snapping the last silver clasp on her matching flight boots. She stood, feeling feminine once again. Now to survive the flight. With her one good hand Chico picked up Sequence’s carrier. Stepping around the forest of stalagmites she saw Phed waiting by the cavejet.