The morning starts like any other.

You wake up, shower, make coffee, check the fridge for bacon, wind up eating toast instead, get dressed, and prepare to head out into the world. As you're about to open your door and head out to another fun-filled day at the office, you notice you've received a letter through the door.

Weird. It's 7am. Unless your postie has gained an unusual enthusiasm, which you doubt, you never get mail at this time. Maybe someone posted it overnight? You pick it up. Strangely, there is no address, simply, "Mr. Smith".

You're not exactly in a rush - you usually stop in at your local coffee shop, Tiffany's, for about half an hour anyways - so your curiosity gets the better of you. You open the letter...

"John Smith,
You have been chosen to receive an... ability of your choice. Any power could be yours, all you need to do is fill out the form overleaf, and post this letter. "

You turn the page over, all the form consists of are the words, "what ability shall be yours?" and a blank box. No return address is given, which confuses you somewhat, but this is proving to be an entertaining start to your morning. Skeptical, you write your desired ability in the box, put the letter back into the envelope, and drop it into the postbox on your way to work.