She handed me a holocopy of a fragmented newspaper from the 1990’s.
“Is that me?” I said, pointing at a sign: Virgo.
“Yes,” she replied. “We haven’t determined how they came up with these facts, but they’re always correct. The ones written by Madam Zorastra are especially reliable.”
“That’s amazing,” I said. “So we just line up today’s date with the ancient American calendar?”
“Yes. I have the templates here. First, the fee.”
I leaned forward and she tapped my head with a data drawing wand. I blinked several times before regaining my equilibrium.
“So we just line up today’s date with the ancient American calendar?”
“Yes. First, though, the fee.”
“Go ahead,” I said, leaning forward. She tapped it with the data drawing wand. I blink. Red flashes through my eyes.
“Hang on… my defense software is detecting fraud. That can’t be right.”
“Of course not. You haven’t even paid yet.”
“Right, right… Virgo…”
“It says here: ‘your trusting nature makes you incredibly valuable to anyone around you.’”
“Wow! Do you think it’s true?”
“There’s no debating this science. The ancients had stringent scientific standards for anything published in a newspaper.”
“Amazing. I haven’t paid yet, have I?”
Cunning and conniving, you wrangled the future out of her…….