Metal Master

It's around 9:00 am on a gloomy Saturday morning, and you are about to eat breakfast. You are a 29 year old bachelor by the name of Mike Meiz. You've just moved to LA a couple of months ago to take a new job at a CyberTech, a state of the art facility that's trying to create... you guessed it, robots. You are only a junior engineer there, and haven't gotten to do any important work.

You haven't really made any friends here yet, and it was looking to be a pretty boring Saturday. That is until SHE appeared.

And appeared is the only way to describe it. One moment you are walking towards the fridge, when suddenly POOF a girl suddenly appears in front of you.

"W-who are you?" you stutter. She looks to be about 25 with blond hair and is wearing a simply white dress that goes down just past her knees.

"Don't be afraid Mike Meiz," she says calmly. "I'm here to give you good news. You are one of the masters with a special power. You need to develop your power, for it is needed to defeat a great evil. You may also need help from other masters-"

"Wait! What?" You say stupidly.

"Oh forgive me. How rude. I didn't even answer your question. I am Angela, an angel from heaven. I'm here to deliver a message to you."

"Are you crazy?" you shout.

"You humans are so hard to convince nowadays", Angela sighed. "I wish I had been around 1000 years ago when people still believed in angels. Even after I appeared out of thin air and know your name you still don't believe me?"

"okay..." You say. "This is probably some wacko dream, but I'll play along. So what's the message?"

"Weren't you listening?" She sighed again. It looked like she wanted to be angry, but maybe it was against her nature as an angel.

"Right, masters. With powers. So what's mine?"

She looked up at the ceiling. You look up too, but see nothing. Besides a white ceiling.

"He says it's the power to control metal", She says after a few moments.

"What were you looking at?"

"I was listening to God of course" she said, sighing again. She was doing a god job of making you feel stupid, especially for someone who was supposed to be an angel. "Well, try out your power. Start with something small."

You point to a fork and try to make it rise. Nothing happens, making you feel even more stupid.