hard) nuts, and chalky yogurt. Patrick didnât pry, but he gathered from thisâand from last nightâs dinner of eggplant mash, kale salad, and seed-filled pita breadâthat the Pubers were vegetarian, like his parentsâ friends the Nagars.
Not that it really mattered. So far, at least, he hadnât felt hungry in the slightest.
The only discomfort he was experiencingâdespite the overall strangeness of this dreamâwas a certain sensation of confinement, like he was being expected to sit still through an epically boring church service. Though it wasnât that interesting stuff wasnât going on; itâs just that he felt like he didnât really have any control over any of it. Which, since it was his dream, he guessed meant there was nobody to blame but himself.
Patrick glanced at Kempton. The light from the boyâs game was playing out on his cheeks.
He hadnât gotten a very good look at it but, from when theyâd been walking and Kempton hadnât had it strapped to his face, heâd seen that it involved spheres, cubes, and gelatinous blobs that grew, shrank, pulsed, and zipped around.
He had a couple questions heâd have liked to askâabout what theyâd be studying at school today, about what this âLastersâ thing was that heâd heard Kemptonâs parents mention, about where Omaâs classroom was relative to Kemptonâsâbut he figured it would be rude, or at least pointless, to interrupt and instead turned his attention to the roomâs central exhibit: a hovering, slowly rotating globe of the world. It was really bigâyou could have fit a small car inside itâand its textured surface was animated with swirling cloud masses and blinking temperature and weather conditions.
Other than being unable to determine how they got it to hover and spin as it didâmaybe there was an elaborate system of magnets under the floor?âhe was most intrigued by how it was labeled. Iraq was I rak . England was ing L Æ nd . The Pacific was p Æ sifi k o â« un . France was frans . Luxembourg was L ux Æ m bÅrg . Australia was ostr AL E Æ .
Kempton moaned and unstrapped his device from his face.
âHard level?â Patrick asked.
Kempton nodded glumly.
âSo thatâs the storm you mentioned?â asked Patrick, gesturing at the churning red-and-yellow squiggle moving east across the North American continent.
âYeah,â said Kempton. âItâs meeting all the models so far, should be a real record-setter. Lucky thing we live in AR 50 or it might really knock things for a loop.â
âWhatâs AR 50, this area?â
âNo,â said Kempton. âAR 50 is the yie. I was talking about our state of technological development.â
âOh,â said Patrick. He regarded the big three-dimensional icon, i ð , hovering above the North Pole. âAnd whatâs that?â
âWhat do you mean, âWhatâs that?ââ
Patrick pointed. âThe thing that looks like a backward six with a line through it.â
âThe âethâ in Ith, you mean?â asked Kempton incredulously.
âI guess so. Thatâs a letter? Whatâd you call it? Eth? â
âUh, hello? How else would you write Ith ?â
âI donât know, I mean, we spell Earth E-A-R-T-H,â said Patrick.
âWhat?â
âE-A-R-T-H.â
âO- kay ,â said Kempton, widening his eyes and turning back to his binky.
âHey,â said Patrick, leaning forward as he noticed other strangenesses: âAnd does that say Antarctica there?â The tribble-shaped island in the North Atlantic was labeled antarktik Æ . âIsnât that Iceland?â
âWhat are you talking about? Antarctica is Antarctica and Iceland is Iceland.â
âBut, on Earth,â said Patrick, bending down and observing the continent at the bottom of the