[ WP ] Wishes now can be granted . Depending on the scope and power of the wish , memories will be consumed

The room was competely white. Each wall was blank. The ceiling was bald, except for a single lightbulb. The floor, made of some kind of stone, seemingly shone. 
 
 
 In the center of the room was a table with a microphone and a headset. Both were white, of course. He would speak into the microphone after placing on the headset. 
 
 
 Supposedly all Wish Centers were like this, Damien thought, moving towards the table. He turned to the worker who walked in behind him. 
 
 `` No chair?'' 
 
 `` No. Do n't worry, it wo n't take long.'' 
 
 `` Fine.'' 
 
 The worker came up to Damien with a series of legal documents to be signed. He did so without hesitation. After finishing he was gently pushed towards the table by the worker. 
 
 Damien put the headset on and spoke into the microphone. 
 
 Nothing happened. Damien remained standing, more than a bit confused. 
 Then the headset whirred to life. Before he could understand what was happening, a sharp, intense pain shot through his skull. Damien fell backward onto the floor, but could n't tear the headset off. He heard a voice counting down, and everything went black. 
 
 
 He woke up in the waiting room, facing his previously deceased wife. 
 
 `` What did you wish for? ``, she asked, tilting her head to the side and smiling. It had been years since cancer had claimed her life. 
 
 `` You would n't believe me if I told you,'' Damien responded, standing up. `` Let's go. We'll try to beat the restaurant's busy hours.'' 
 
 `` Oh, alright. Where are we going?'' 
 
 `` Somewhere good. You'll see.'' 
 
 He had found the place when trying to cope with her death. The food was similar to what his mother had cooked, years before when he was a child. 
 
 
 Damien and his wife climbed into his car. 
 `` You ready to vote tomorrow?'' Damien asked. 
 
 `` No. How could I be?'' 
 
 `` Well, have you made a decision?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I guess. What was this place called?'' 
 
 `` We're here. See for yourself.'' 
 
 
 
 **An hour later. ** 
 
 
 Damien's wife stormed out of the restaurant. Damien followed closely after her, but she got to the car first. She turned to him. 
 
 `` It's over. I'm leaving.'' 
 
 She got in and started driving. Damien grabbed the back of the vehicle but could not establish a grasp and it pulled away. 
 Another customer walked out of the restaurant and approached Damien. 
 
 `` I guess that's what you get when you sit there talking about some politician for an hour instead of, you know, eating. Do n't wan na knock ya, just saying it like it is.'' 
 
 Damien glared at him. 
 
 `` Who are *you* voting for?'' 
 
 
 
 
 
 The next day was election day. The results were striking. A relatively unknown candidate was picked; one who had a lot of money. He was known to be invested in several major technology companies, including the Wish Centers. 
 
 Damien sat in front of the television, smiling. He had lost his wife again, but it was okay. Now, the only thing that mattered was that the right man was president. 
 

