[ WP ] Suddenly you can see anybody 's future by touching them . In an effort to improve the world , you walk around the city and try giving people individual advice ...

As I brush against the woman's arm, I get another flash. 
 
 `` Excuse me miss,'' I venture, distracting her just long enough for her to hesitate, her left leg raised an inch off the ground. As an eyebrow rises towards her forehead, the taxi that would have killed her screams past; a flash of yellow in the grey tarmac. 
 
 `` That was close,'' I breathe, and she gives me a curt nod in appreciation, trying to catch her own breath from the near-death experience that had just occurred, and then we leave each other. 
 
 *Small things, * I tell myself. 
 
 It's hard to remember exactly when this started. I've just sort of accepted it as a part of my life now, really. But every time I touch someone, it does n't even have to be their skin, and I get a flash of every moment that is to come with that person. It's not like I get to just watch select clips, as if I were watching a slideshow of their life. I just *know*. In that briefest of moments, the entirety of their reality enters me at once, and I see everything that they are. Everything they will be. But the future is not determined. What I see is only what could happen, and I choose to make of the world what I will. I control the events that shape the lives. 
 
 I choose if they live or die. If they are happy or sad. 
 
 When the young man stumbled into me, I got a flash again. Such darkness inside his soul. A darkness that sucks at the happiness he used to feel, growing and spreading like a tumour, casting doubt in the young man's mind. He's scared at the moment. 
 
 As I turn to lock eyes with him, his face betrays his fear. I can see it in his eyes. He knows that I know. His hand moves briefly towards his waist, but I just shake my head slowly. His mouth opens and closes slowly, as he waits for me to do something. 
 
 *Do it, * I nod to him, and his brow furrows in confusion. *DO IT, * I press harder, and before he can react, I lunge for the trigger of the bomb that he's strapped around his chest, tucked under the long coat he's wearing, and the world becomes a raging fire, consuming us both. 
 
 I choose if they live or die.
