Cassandra's Truth

Years ago, the Machines were built that could predict, with absolute accuracy, how you would die. But the predictions were always vague and twisted the language around; they were nearly impossible to interpret.
Like so many others, Sandra believed that the Machines were only a new fad, yet another one of humanity's more morbid entertainments. She made a game of coming up with as bizarre of interpretations as she could for these predictions, believing it might be a fun mental exercise until the fad had run its course.
Until one day, when her interpretations turned out to be RIGHT. Now she's locked in a government bunker somewhere, without any news of the outside world but what her captors give her, and she is forced to interpret the death predictions that they bring her. Can her interpretations help avert a catastrophe, or is it simply too little too late?