"What would you put in a time capsule?" they asked her. "Not to be opened for a hundred years?"

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People pressed forward, all wanting the first glimpse of the silver cylinder, as big as a post box, as the multi-limbed servitor robot lifted it out of the hole.

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She looked up at her third-grade teacher. "What should I put in?"

"Something you think the world needs to know about how we lived," said Mrs. Wilkinson.

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The servitor carried it through the crowd, holding it high so as many could see as possible. Camera drones floated silently, commentators narrating over the dozens of live feeds. Depositing the cannister in front of the mayor, the servitor waited for the order to open the sealed cannister.

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She thought of all the things she loved. Her mother and brother, dancing, the games she played on her computer, her best friend Mattie, roses.... A smile grew on her face.

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With the mayor's solemn nod, the servitor opened the time capsule and the drones peered in to give their viewers the first look. The mayor's serene look turned to horror. Gasps and screams rippled through the crowd.

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The future would really appreciate her brother, she decided.