Single paragraph science fiction: 1

The captain looked out of the porthole at the antenna. One hundred miles wide, glinting in the distant sunlight. It had taken five years to build it in earth orbit. Then another five years to fly it to this lonely spot on the edge of the solar system. And all of it a race against time before the signal became too faint to detect. The bridge computer beeped and announced “Ten seconds to transmission”. The captain sat upright. “Those calculations had better be right” she thought to herself. It had taken the finest computers on earth to plot the trajectory of the signal on it’s 200 year journey, bouncing off planets from the transmitter to this precise location. She looked at the screen. Nothing but static so far. Then the screen cleared and displayed a familiar logo. A tune she had known since childhood blasted out of the speakers and the titles appeared. The last missing “Dad’s Army” episode had been found….