[ WP ] Write a deep , philosophical piece about anything you choose , however all it builds up to is a reference .

`` So, that's it?'' I asked. `` I just point at one person and I'll end their life?'' 
 
 The man floating next to me turned his head from side to side as though he were considering several options for a Saturday evening dinner destination where every restaurant happened to sound particularly appealing. 
 
 `` Well,'' he finally began. ``, not you *specifically*, but yes. Picking someone out will result in the termination of their life.'' 
 
 `` And if I refuse to do that at all?'' 
 
 `` More's the same to me! I do n't really care whether or not time continues in this plane of existence.'' He lazily tilted his head towards the strange brass lamp I cleaned which summoned him. `` At least here, there's actually some shit to see and do rather than sit and meditate or stare at the brass walls for a few millennium.'' 
 
 I looked down and defeated at the lamp by my feet and gave it a soft kick. 
 
 `` I do n't think I could kill anyone.'' I finally said after gazing off into the frozen sunset for a while. 
 
 `` Like I said, it does n't necessarily have to be *you*. Hell, I'll let you choose the method, even.'' The strange man drifted towards me casually and reassuringly pat me on my shoulder. In an odd way, his gesture felt genuinely reassuring as opposed to forced and asympathetic, like I expected it to be. 
 
 `` What if,'' I said very slowly and carefully. I have plenty of time while time does n't run, which is nice. That means I can carefully deliberate what I want to say and not make any mistakes. ``, what if I gave it to someone else? The kill?'' 
 
 `` What if they choose you?'' answered the man with a sly grin. 
 
 `` Well, that's a good point...'' I thought some more. 
 
 I sat down in the dirt and stared at the forever sunset. At least this non-genie was able to capture the world at such a perfect point in time. The rich purples and blues were splayed over the deep reds like someone took a few different colors of taffy and began to mix them until they began to resemble mixed leftover carnival cotton candy. 
 
 `` Why do I have to do this at all?'' 
 
 `` Excuse me?'' the non-genie refocused his attention away from a dandelion which was frozen in time right as the breeze had begun to blow it's white seedlings away. 
 
 `` Why do i have to kill anyone at all? Who made it your job to make people do this?'' 
 
 `` Sorry man, that's classified information for mortals. Maybe you'll find out after you're dead.'' 
 
 `` There's an afterlife.'' 
 
 `` For some people.'' He shrugged and returned his gaze to the dandelion. `` Do you need help deciding?'' 
 
 `` On whether or not to do it?'' 
 
 `` No, that's something you have to do on your own, unfortunately. I do n't want to twist your fate too terribly much. I'm just the smoking gun...'' He looked back at the brass lamp nearby to where I had been standing. ``... well, smoking lamp that will be in your hands.'' 
 

