[ 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 sat. Sipped my coffee. My first day without a job in three years. Last night, I told myself that I always wanted to be a writer. Now was my chance. I sipped my coffee. I had no idea what I was doing. The man at the table next to me did, though. He had come no more than 5 minutes ago, and had already typed eight pages. I admired his tenacity, but listening to his keyboard clacking while mine sat motionless was infuriating. I peeked at his computer. Secretly, I wanted his writing to be terrible. He might be typing faster, but at least I would be better. 
 
 I started at the top of the page, skimming down to where his words ended. It actually was terrible. It was just one simple sentence after the next, with no connection to each other or plotline at all. They were all present tense. Just observations about what was happening around us. I had n't seen him look up from his computer since he sat down. 
 
 He typed, `` It begins to rain outside.'' just as he typed it, a slight drizzle started. Now, I'm no fool. I know that coincidences like that do n't happen in real life. This man's computer clearly had the power to alter reality. I've watched enough TV for that to be obvious. But just to be safe, I thought I should watch for a bit longer. 
 
 `` The man next to me is watching me type.'' Oh my god. I was watching him type. 
 
 `` An attractive blonde woman sits down next to me.'' I looked across him, to see an attractive blonde woman settling into a seat. I had to have this power for myself. 
 
 `` The barista calls out that my order is ready.'' The man proceeds to stand up, walking to walk to the counter. That was my chance to obtain this supreme command… complete control… ultimate power! I would have to act quick. First, I would erase the man from existence, to avoid any nasty arguments over who now owned this magical device. Who knows what I would do next! The world was at my fingertips! 
 
 I slid into his chair. Gently, I laid my hands on the keyboard. I typed, `` The man vanishes, never to be seen again,'' but that's not what the screen says. It says, `` The man returns to the table.'' I go to delete it, but my fingers do n't hit the backspace button. Instead, they clack out, `` The man takes a seat across from me.'' He took a sip of his coffee. My fingers type out all his actions a split second before he does them. The clacking of the keys begins to drown out all other noises. He moves his mouth, but his words do n't reach me over the deafening typing. I only know what he says by reading what I've typed on the screen. 
 
 `` I was greedy like you once.'' The man says. 
 `` Ultimate power. It's tempting.'' he laughs. 
 `` Not everything is like it seems, I guess.'' 
 He stands up. He takes a sip of his coffee, and then sets it down next to me. 
 `` Here. You're gon na need this.''
