“I saw the future,” said Chester. “Just now, when I was looking into the lake.”

“Don’t be silly,” said Sarah. “You can’t see the future. No one can.”

“I see the future all the time,” said Chester. “Sometimes it is red and sometimes it is orange or brown or green. This time it was blue.”

“You probably just saw a reflection in the water,” said Sarah.

“No,” said Chester. “It was the future. There is a boat in the future.”

“A blue boat?” said Sarah. “There are lots of blue boats on the lake.”

“This boat wasn’t on the lake,” said Chester. “It was in the sky.”

“That’s what reflections look like,” said Sarah. “If you weren’t such a baby you would understand.”

“I’m not a baby,” said Chester. “I’m five years old.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. You can’t see the future. No one can see the future,” said Sarah

“I can,” said Chester, “and it’s blue.”

“Whatever,” said Sarah. “I’m going swimming.”

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“I think you owe me dinner,” said Chester.

“Okay,” said Sarah. “You win. I can’t believe I forgot about this.”

“It was 30 years ago,” said Chester, flipping down his blue-tinted visor and adjusting the color output of the technosails. “You’re getting old. They say the memory is the first thing to go.”

“Ha, ha,” said Sarah, doing quick calculations on her orange monitor. “I’m already going to buy you dinner. You don’t have to rub it in.”

“I had to bring you to the most boring day in history to convince you,” said Chester. “Let me enjoy it.”

“Whatever,” said Sarah. “Take me back home, little brother.”

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Five-year-old Chester rolled over on the grass and examined the line of ants marching by. This time he didn’t see the ship float by overhead and then disappear into the future with a tiny flash of multi-colored light.