“What would you like to know?” asked the Oracle.

“What year will I die?”

“The answer is at your feet,” she said.

I looked down as numbers suddenly appeared in the concrete. “2146? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure!”

“It’s just that it’s 130 years from now, and I’m already 50.”

“Ah, well, you’ll be mostly robot by then.”

“I see. Will my death be peaceful?”

“For you or the dinosaur?”

“What?”

“I’ve said too much!”