But the patterns got stranger. She predicted a city council scandal in Boise, Idaho—down to the name of the whistleblower. She described the exact shade of orange a volcanic eruption would paint the sky over Iceland, three days before the seismographs stirred. She wrote a short story about a lost submarine that resurfaced two months later, eerily matching a real-world rescue that no one saw coming.

Here’s an interesting piece on "Jeny Smith."

You’ve never heard of Jeny Smith. And that, she would tell you, is precisely the point.

Somewhere out there, in the space between a forgotten library and a future you haven’t met yet, Jeny Smith is watching. She knows what happens next week. And she’s not telling.