[ 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 .

Scratching my head, I begin to type, `` the man looks outside, notices the rain and begins to type again. This time, he types,'A woman in her mid-30s scrambles in from the rain and begins to undress in front on everyone.''' At that moment, a woman in a red dress bursts into the cafe, panting, and begins undressing herself in a frenzy. Both the man and I watch as this phenomena unravels before our gaping eyes. 
 
 I'm not sure if it's me, or him, or both. But whatever I type, he types and it affects reality. This is the first time this has ever happened, yet strangely, I'm not completely amazed. Instead, I'm fascinated and want to see what happens if I... 
 
 Begin to type another sentence. 
 
 [ The couple in the far corner begins to fight. The woman shouts at the man, `` You're the worst lover I've ever had. I ca n't believe I wasted the last three years trying to please you, doing whatever I could to make you happy. You never put in the effort. It's over!'' In response, the man stands up, grabs the table and flips it with a force that launches their coffee into the pathway of innocent espresso aficionados and results in the table tumbling every which way. ] 
 
 Look, he's typing, too! He's typing and it's happening! The fight begins, the woman screams, and a few seconds later the table is overturned. Coffee now occupies every square inch within a radius of fifteen feet. 
 
 It's beautiful. 
 
 To be in control. To be in control of the controller. This dynamic suits me fine. As long as he follows my instructions, I can contain the situation, no one will get hurt. 
 
 Let's help someone out. I begin to type [ a man draws near the cash register, reaches for his wallet, but finds that his pocket is empty. Another man, noticing the man's predicament, offers to buy his order for him and asks nothing in return ] 
 
 So it is written, so shall it be. My surrogate begins to type and just like that the two men begin their exchange with the former thankful to the latter for spotting him. Just like that, a man's day was made thanks to... me. 
 
 Now, I wonder what would happen if...
