[ WP ] You find an app that turns whatever you type into reality . However , auto-correct keeps getting in your way .

You stare at the chicken. 
 
 The chicken stares back, bobbing up and down in a pot of bubbling water. You pour in another cup of ice- it hisses as soon as it touched the faintly glowing feathers. 
 
'Buk-buk-bukAW!' 
 
 *This, * you think, *is the absolute last time I get blackout drunk. * 
 
 You leave the chicken and head back to your room, where your phone is on your bed; next to it is a small coin, a grey metal ring, a bucket with two dead fish, and a scorch mark. For the tenth time you look at the app you downloaded late last night, checking that it's real. 
 
 **HISTORY** 
 
 Request granted: hot chick 
 
 Request granted: dime and ring 
 
 Request granted: nuclear cods 
 
 **NEW REQUEST: ** 
 
 
 Trembling, you pick it up and carefully type 
 
 What is this? 
 
 **Request unable to be granted** 
 
 **NEW REQUEST: ** 
 
 You think for a second. 
 
 Gold ber^ ( bear ) 
 
 **Request granted: gold bear** 
 
 There's a pop and a rush of air, and out of nowhere a life-size statue of a grizzly bear appears in front of you as you jump back onto your bed. Carefully, you reach out and touch it. The yellow metal is soft enough to bend under your fingernail. 
 
 **NEW REQUEST: ** 
 
 More carefully, this time, you type: 
 
 Gold bar 
 
 And with a smaller pop, a gold ingot falls onto the the bed in front of you. You pick it up- it's far heavier than it looks. 
 
 **NEW REQUEST: ** 
 
 Season 2 of Firefly 
 
 *Pop* 
 
 A DVD lands on top of the ingot. You smile. 
 
 **NEW REQUEST: ** 
 
 The curs^ ( curse ) for cancer 
 
 *Pop* 
 
 A yellowed parchment lands in front of you, on top of the growing pile. 
 
 *A simple Hex, upon the Reading of which, the Accursed shall develop Untreatable and Malevolent growths and boils, throughout their body; the Purpose of which being the eventual death of the Accursed. * 
 
 **NEW REQUEST: ** 
 
 CURE for cancern^ ( concern ) 
 
 *Pop* 
 
 A needle filled with clear blue fluid lands on the parchment. Printed neatly on the side reads **Inject into the thigh or buttock for indefinite protection from the condition requested. ** 
 
 After a few seconds thought you roll up your shorts and, wincing, slide the needle into your upper thigh, pushing down on the plunger until it's empty. You pick up your phone again: 
 
 **HISTORY** 
 
 Request granted: hot chick 
 
 Request granted: dime and ring 
 
 Request granted: nuclear cods 
 
 Request not granted: what is this? 
 
 Request granted: gold bear 
 
 Request granted: gold bar 
 
 Request granted: season 2 of Firefly 
 
 Request granted: curse for cancer 
 
 Request granted: CURE for concern 
 
 Wait a second... cure for concern? You pick up the phone and begin typing before you stop and think. 
 
 Why *should* you make a cure for cancer? You do n't have cancer. Everyone else can find their own cure. Hell, if they wanted a cure so badly they'd download their own damn app. No- this was your app, and to hell with everyone else. 
 
 You grabbed your phone, ignoring the smoke emanating from your kitchen. You never liked that kitchen anyway. 
 
 **NEW REQUEST: ** 
 
 Ticket to Las Vegas 
 
 A piece of paper popped into existence in front of you. You grabbed it, the ingot, and the DVD, whistling to yourself as you left. It was time to have some fun.
