[ WP ] A truly kind and nice genie is tired of people assuming he will screw over their wishes .

I felt the tug on my body. I hadn ’ t felt that in ages. Slowly I felt myself dissipate through the lamp and out into the real world. Everything around seemed so strange, so different than the things I ’ d seen before. It made sense seeing as though the last time I had a master was a couple thousand years ago. 
 
 The old, familiar look of shock and terror lit up the woman ’ s eyes. My previous masters had always been men, so this was a first for me. I made my usual spiel and waited for her three wishes. 
 
 “ Hey, do you think I ’ m that stupid? ” she asked. “ You ’ re going to twist whatever wish I make and then I ’ ll be worse off than I was before. ” 
 
 At this I had to sigh. When will people understand that I want to grant them their wishes. I don ’ t want to twist and mangle them to harm the person. 
 
 “ Miss, I ’ m not going to manipulate my wish. I ’ m not that kind of genie. ” 
 
 I wasn ’ t very surprised when she didn ’ t believe me. My last master didn ’ t either and he attempted to bury me as far away from human civilization as possible, but someone must have dug me up. 
 
 “ You ’ ll remain as my master until you use all three wishes or die, whichever comes first, ” I said to her. 
 
 She crossed her arms and looked me up and down. It didn ’ t look like she believed me, but I saw the greed that I ’ d seen in others eyes sprout in hers and I knew she was going to give in. 
 
 “ I wish for ten dollars, ” she said. 
 
 I made a ten appear in her hand. It figures she would try to test her luck first on something supposedly safe. 
 
 “ Nice, ” she said. “ Alright, I still am not sure about you, but I think I ’ ll go ahead and use my wishes. Actually, I think I came up with the perfect wish. ” 
 
 A smile crept upon her face and I knew something bad was about to happen. Anyone who thought they could game the system inevitably paid the price. 
 
 “ First, I wish to be the richest person in the world. Second, I wish to have another genie. ” 
 
 Her first wish was no problem. In the flash of an eye, her bank accounts filled with untold riches. Unfortunately, her second wish required summoning my brother, the only other genie in existence. His lamp appeared on the table next to mine. I watched as he came out of his lamp while I was sucked back into mine. 
 
 Our lamps are supposed to hide themselves after each master, but my brother used his magic to pull me back out and keep me around for a few minutes. I found that I wasn ’ t able to talk, though, only listen. 
 
 “ Wow, it worked, ” my old master said. 
 
 “ Yes, you have three wishes, ” my brother replied. 
 
 “ I wish for immortality, ” the lady said. 
 
 “ Excellent choice, ” my brother replied. 
 
 “ I also wish to become more powerful than any other human. ” 
 
 “ No problem, ” my brother said, a devious smile creeping upon his face. 
 
 “ And finally, ” the lady said with a smile, “ I wish for another genie to appear. ” 
 
 I had to rub my eyes when she said that. I knew she was already in deep with the first two wishes, but the last one sealed her fate. She definitely worded it wrong. I watched helplessly as my brother waved his finger in the air and worked his magic, all the while floating back into my lamp and being sent to some far off part of the world. 
 
 It is because of my brother that genie ’ s get a bad rep. I ’ m the nice one, though no one believes me, and those who do always seem to somehow find my brother as well and then make some ill-fated wishes. 
 
 So, that ’ s my story. Us genies can communicate while we are in our bottles, even when separated. My brother hasn ’ t stopped laughing yet, although my old master hasn ’ t found the humor. There use to only be two genies in the world, but now that she had been turned into one, there were three of us. The good news was that my brother had already burned his bridges with her, so it means that I might have a female companion after all of this time. The bad news is that I think that she will be worse than my brother. I don ’ t think anyone will ever understand the plight of the nice genie. 
 
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