[ WP ] Write a story where the main character knows everything in the universe .

`` Do you want to see something interesting?'' asked George. 
 
 I most certainly did not want to see any more today, but I wanted to be ready. Work in mental institution required certain character. It was not all bad, and definitely not like those faceless and cruel institutions of years ago, but you had to be ready. So when I moved to Green Hills, I was eager to meet the hardest patients first, so that I could do the right thing fast if the help is required. 
 
 `` What's so interesting about him? Or her?'' I asked. 
 
 `` He knows the future.'' 
 
 `` Interesting'' I have never encountered this one before. 
 
 `` That's not all. He actually knows it. At least some things.'' 
 
 `` Wait, what?'' even though I met George only recently, I felt I understood him pretty well. He did not look like a person who liked to mess with newcomers and all of his jokes were pretty simple. He even laughed at them first. This time he did not laugh. 
 
 `` He actually knows the future. He told me some things and all of them turned out true. 
 
 You are probably thinking -- why did n't I tell the doctors. First, because he does n't want them to know. Second, because they would laugh at me without a demonstration, and he would never agree to one.'' 
 
 `` Did he explain how he does it?'' somehow my intuitive feeling that George was a straightforward guy gave a large amount of credibility to otherwise weird story. 
 
 `` Yes. He says he is crazy, he's seeing things. But not simply crazy. He is actually in a different place, in a different hospital. This hospital and everything, us, doctors, the whole world is in his mind. So he knows all.'' 
 
 `` That's hard to believe'' I said. `` Have you got any winning lottery numbers from him, or something?'' 
 
 `` No'' George was serious `` I wanted to, but he did n't want it. And he always says if I would annoy him too much he will tell me the date of my death. He might be crazy. But I would rather not tempt it, just in case.'' 
 
 `` But you can see for yourself.'' 
 
 The old men in the small room was not sleeping when I came in. He looked all 120 -- very thin and frail. If I did n't know this institution well, I would have thought he does not get enough food. `` Hi John'' he said. `` I was waiting for you here''. `` Can you actually predict future?''. That was a crazy question, but pretty safe to ask. And he knew my name. 
 
 `` Yes I can'' said the frail old man. `` All of you are in my mind anyway. I know everything about this universe. I almost wish I did n't. Sometimes I wish I was sane instead. But I like it here. Much easier to live when you know all. No surprises. As for you, I am sorry all of you got such a crazy world to live in.'' 
 
 `` And for you personally, John, I have a tip. In that coffee place tonight, at exactly 9:31pm, stand up from your seat. It would do good.'' 
 
 That definitely sounded crazy. But I always was a curious person. 
 
 At 9:31 I stood up at the cafe, and immediately something hit my back. It was uncomfortable at first moment, but I quickly felt something really hot. As I fought with my coat, I quickly assessed the situation. A girl, rather pretty, was looking at me horrified, the cup holder still in her hand. It was obvious she stumbled and sent that cup flying. On the other side of from me was mother with several small children, in the age where coffee burns might have been a serious problem. By standing up I saved them, and that was totally worth burning my back for. 
 
 Next day I was n't on shift, but I was called back for an emergency. There was a fire in a hospital wing. Somehow all patients were able to evacuate on time, thanks for a fire alarm that seemed to have started even before the actual fire. 
 
 The only person missing was a frail old man who could predict future. 
 
 Several years after, my wife still tells the coffee story, to show that providence brought us together. I always smile at it. I am not even sure if there was an old man or I remember it wrong, from the whole stress of first days in new job. And George does no work there anymore. 
 
 But sometimes, when I go to sleep, I am terrified that all around me is just a product of imagination, something that can disappear as easily as it was created. What if our creator dies, or is healed? Would we just disappear? Or would the world live on its own, grow away from its mind-seed? 
 
 And I wish I would never have to find it out.
