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Your job will be to arrange them in order, starting with the one you think is the worst source on your left, to the best source on your right. When you have a guess, press the blue triangle. If your guess is right, I’ll see your answer up here. Let’s see how fast you can solve the puzzle. Ready? Start!”
    The first one got it in thirty seconds. It was the group of older kids in the back who had raised their hands when she first started passing around the objects. But it wasn’t long before they all had it.
    “You guys are really fast. Good job. So, yes. Plastic makes the worst source. We can’t get any images at all from plastic.” She held up the plastic leaf while she was talking about it, then went on.
    “The once-living things like leather and paper are a little bit better. They let us get snapshots of visual images, but not much else.” She held up the leather scrap for a minute, then put it away in her pocket with the leaf and touched the “next” button on the holographic display. A three-dimensional image of the baseball glove at the 2089 World Series shimmered and stabilized. “This was sourced from a leather baseball that a collector let us use. He was so impressed with our photographs, he let us keep the ball for a museum display. It’s a very famous ball.”
    She held up the rock next, and continued. “Better than leather and paper are the non-metallic minerals, like this rock. We found a loose piece of floor tile in a very old building and recorded this sight-and-sound moving hologram.” She pushed “next” again, and as the old-time fiddler began to play, she stuffed the rock away with the other objects. The kids were mesmerized. Everybody loved fiddle music from a master.
    That clay tile had been an amazing find, one that still inspired her. How many sample recordings they must have had to take before they found that one moment of history where the fiddle-player was playing. It was even possible that he played there every day for several years, but not at all hours of the day. She was sure it had required months and months of taking samples, and she knew all about that kind of tedium. Some things made it worth the boring stuff, she had to admit.
    When the music was over, she asked her audience, “Do you remember what the last item was made of?”
    They all said it at the same time: “Metal!” That was an easy question. They all still had their game boards in front of them, with the objects correctly arranged.
    “That’s right, and metal is the best source of all.” She held up the metal disk. “What do you think we can record with metal that we can’t get from stone or leather?”
    A few voices called out, “Smells!”
    She pushed the “next” button again, and there was the famous chef. “You can watch and listen to her as she talks about her blueberry dessert, but don’t forget to sniff.” She dropped the disk into her pocket as the chef did her thing. The kids all breathed as one when she poured the simmering blueberry sauce over the pound cake, sniffing the fruity, heavenly scent till their mouths watered at the thought. She turned off the projector, but the scent lingered until the projection chemicals dissipated.
    This group of kids was so good, she didn’t even need to use the hologram projector to keep their interest. But it was a great ending to the presentation, and she still had about five minutes left. “Now, who would like to operate our portable image reader and make the rest of us into holograms?”
    The girl with the wavy red hair stood up immediately. Dani smiled. That would have been her, twelve years ago, if they had had the simulated image recorder then. A boy on the other side of the room with an appealing grin also stood up. She invited the kids to come up front with a wave of her hand. “What are your names?”
    “I’m Minna,” the girl answered.
    “Sommy,” said the boy.
    She turned back to describe the device to the others. “This isn’t a true