Like in a boring, stupid Science Fiction story, I can predict the future, but only dumb things that no one cares about.
Here I am at the front desk of the library. A man comes up with his phone to talk to me. "I want to print something out from my phone." the man says.
I reply "It will be a lot easier if you can print it out from a computer, but if you need to print it from your phone I can give you a complicated list of instructions that the librarian in the teen room can help you with if you have trouble." I point out where the librarian is. But I know he is going to say: "Yes, can I have the instructions?"
A second later the man says "Yes, can I have the instructions?"
I hand them over to the library patron. "They can help you with it in the teen room." I say. But I know he will immediately begin working on trying to print from his phone on the desk, right there half in the way of the people needing help at the desk, but not entirely in the way.
He does exactly that, because I can predict the future.
I help a couple of other people at the desk and start this blog post all with him hovering nearby. Nine minutes pass while he pokes at his phone. In my head I count down "Three, two, one..."
"It says that my file can't be printed?" The man says to me questioningly.
"They can help you with that in the teen room."
I know he will now ask me where that is.
"Where?" The man asks in a confused manner since no one has told him anything about anyone else being able to help him before now.
So I tell him.
He exits the scene.
(Actually, he asks "Where?" again, but I didn't want to draw out the story).
And...
Our amazing Science Fiction story is complete.
I warned you it wouldn't be that good.
I mean, I can predict regular general stuff from the future of humanity and all that too, but, seriously, you don't want to know.