Telekinesis

Sophie: "I want telekinesis."

Goddess Sophie: "S'that all?"

Sophie: "No no, not just any telekinesis. I'm talking Telekinesis with a big T. Telekinesis to the third power. Such an overwhelming amount of power, potency and yet miniscule accuracy that it'll put Gods to shame."

Goddess Sophie: "That's more like it! Consider it done."

Your personal divine architect snaps her fingers, and the third eye in your mind opens. Your thoughts feel so strong that they are able to enact physical changes, and so they do. Your attention turns towards the director's car, which you effortlessly crush like a wad of paper, and then reform back into its original size and function with exactly the same amount of ease.

Sophie: "The director's going to pay dearly for his impunity."

You march up the the front door of the studio, levitating a bunch of bricks, trash cans, cars and trees around yourself. Your eyes glow with purple - the same incandecense which surrounds all the objects in your hold. For show, you dismantle, and reform, crush and uncrush the items in a chemistry-breaking display of power.

Being fairly sure that noone would open if you knocked, you decide to instead part the large sliding doors of the studio with you mind. The filming, which was in progress inside, is cut short. The crew stares at you, frightened and in disbelief.

Sophie: "Watch closely now. This is the power that you must deal with if you cross me."

Director: "Sophie? What the hell is going on, what are you doing?"

Sophie: "I'm taking my ****."

Your telekinetic stronghold takes the entire studio into its grip. The floor shakes, windows break, and the staff has nosebleeds. When you're about to disembowel everyone inside alive, the director calls out to you amidst the chaos:

Director: "Wait, wait! You can have you job back, Sophie!"

For a moment, you stop to reconsider. You keep everything still in your telekinetic hold.

Sophie: "What, really?"

Director: "Yes. Christie, you're fired. Sophie's clearly the better choice for the role."

Christie: "Aw nuts."

Sophie: "Well that's... Um..."

You place everything back down and into their rightful places. You even push the blood back into everyone's noses.

Sophie: "Gee, I hadn't even considered how little I'd actually achieve by destroying the studio and killing y'all lot. This is a way better arrangement."

Director: "Yea, I'd wager."

Christie: "Sure. I'm out of a job, but hey at least I'm alive."

Sophie: "Also, I've got these kickass powers that I can use to add realism into my role! We don't need special effects to show me fly or do collateral damage."

Director: "I agree. It's all around better this way!"

Goddess Sophie: "Wow, lame. I wanted to see some carnage. Well whatevs. Keep it real, I'mma go check out some alternate dimension where you don't wuss out on me."

Goddess Sophie disappears in a blink. You retain your telekinesis - when she said that the powers were 'yours to keep', she apparently meant it.

With your awesome powers, you manage to elevate the film into a sensation. Your attitude towards the staff has improved as well - mostly because they won't stop kissing your ass from the fear of you turning them into minced meat with a thought. Your career as a celebrity is also in a considerable updraft: besides claiming the James Randi award, you attract quite a bit of international fame with your powers. Powers, which, frustratingly for world leaders, you've now elected to use only for petty personal comfort, and sex.

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