Mina opened her laptop in the dorm room. The screen lit up. The AI assistant said, 'You'll spill your juice at lunch.'
Mina giggled and typed, 'No I won't!' Her tablet slid off the desk. Orange juice spilled all over her notebook.
The AI wrote back: 'You'll wear the blue sweater tomorrow.' Mina rolled her eyes. 'I'm wearing the red one!' She hung the blue sweater on her chair.
The next morning, her red sweater was in the laundry hamper with a big soap stain. 'Predict something big,' she typed.
The AI replied: 'You'll take the yellow path to campus.' Mina put on her shoes and walked to the window. Two paths curved through the snow — one yellow, one white.
She stepped out onto the yellow path. A gust of wind blew a pile of snow right onto her head.
She marched back inside and typed furiously: 'What if I take the white path?' The screen flickered. The prediction changed: 'You'll see the prettiest ice crystals.'
Mina opened the door and stepped onto the white path. Tiny sparkles of ice caught the sunlight all around her. She sat at her desk and smiled. 'Tell me something good about tomorrow.' The AI replied: 'That depends on what you choose today.'