[ WP ] You 're sitting in a coffee shop watching a man type on his computer . He types the words , `` It begins raining outside '' , and it instantly starts raining .

I was sitting in a coffee shop watching a man type on his computer. He types the words, `` It begins raining outside'', and it instantly starts raining. 
 
 *Ah... * I smile softly to myself. *Another one. * I decide to sip my coffee - one lump, no cream - as I debate the merits of continuing to watch the man or introduce myself. 
 
 The man takes a moment to realize that it *has* in fact, begun to rain, and I choose wait and observe a while longer. It seems he hadn ’ t specified what *kind* of rain it ought to have been, and the light drizzle that ensued was hardly worth procuring an umbrella for. No surprise that even its creator did not notice. 
 
 I could perfectly imagine his uncertain amazement. Though his back is towards me, I can well imagine his face as he slowly pieces the puzzle together. Fingers hovering above his keyboard, are the only clear evidence of the man ’ s shock, from where I'm sitting. 
 
 It ’ s quite fun to watch someone slowly discover their abilities. There is power in creating and it is always *fascinating* to watch someone discover a more palpable form of it. The stages of discovery. The path to a kind of god-hood. I can almost count down to the exact second that he decides to try something else. 
 
 You can imagine my… “ disappointment ” when he simply writes the rain away. 
 
 Putting aside how dreadfully uninteresting the man ’ s test is, he now merits being watched. And not for the fun reasons, either. This is almost as bad leaving him with a lightswitch. One that he just decided the only thing to do was flip it on and off repeatedly. The problem being, that people tend to notice a flickering light, which typically results in one of two things: they either want it stopped, or they want one for themselves. And people don ’ t take kindly to being told that they can not have a lightswitch. Oh no, some even think that simply *taking* the lightswitch will do… 
 
 My sour trail of thought is interrupted by a small notification on my timepiece. Sighing, I sit a moment before taking a long drag of my coffee before deciding how to go about `` the situation'' this man may have created. 
 
 *We can not draw the general public ’ s attention! * I can almost hear your boss say. *Do what you must to ensure that such an event never comes to pass…* 
 
 Returning my gaze to the troublesome writer, I see him excitedly typing up a rather ridiculous chain of accidents. It seems the man is testing the extent of his newfound powers on people he doesn ’ t like. I groan internally, as I realize that this man may need a life coach. Or a therapist. Someone who can help him let go of the resentment ruining his ability to discover what he could truly be. I groan again when I realize that his therapist might have to be *me. * 
 
 *Oh, well... * Better get on with it, then. He ’ s lucky I'm so nice: there are others who could handle him, but many of them tend to prefer more… “ expedient ” methods. I, at the very least, like to give people like him a chance. 
 
 He had better not waste it. The Company always likes a story to be properly “ resolved ”. He had best be careful they do not see to it that *his* story is one of them. 

