Granted. When you make your first wish it rips a hole in spacetime and swallows the entire solar system into a dimension of nothingness. 1 finger on the universal paw curls over, the rules shall not be broken.
However, since you have effectively ultimate power in that system, you’re able to wish for survival and even prevention of the complete collapse of your suddenly confined world. You have fun playing god for a while, maybe even a few centuries, but eventually it gets boring. You’re probing at the limits of your genie-entity’s power one year when it tells you that while it does not have the power to let you out of this little pocket universe, it is able to communicate with an entity that does have the power, but it comes with conditions.
You tell him to fuck off when you find the conditions are that you can only exit when someone rubs a vessel that contains a portal, that you must exit when they do so, and that you are obligated to fulfill 3 (and only 3, even if they request more) requests they make, though you are free to be creative in how you interpret those requests.
Of course, you end up accepting the deal before you later come to be at peace with just existing quietly, at which point being pulled out of your peaceful contemplative existence to serve some selfish twat annoys you as much as anything can annoy a transcendent being, which honestly isn’t that much but is enough that you bring maximum “I’m just going to fuck with you” energy, though you do have a strange appreciation for those who can specify a request sufficiently to limit opportunities to fuck with them.
Granted. When you make your first wish it rips a hole in spacetime and swallows the entire solar system into a dimension of nothingness. 1 finger on the universal paw curls over, the rules shall not be broken.
However, since you have effectively ultimate power in that system, you’re able to wish for survival and even prevention of the complete collapse of your suddenly confined world. You have fun playing god for a while, maybe even a few centuries, but eventually it gets boring. You’re probing at the limits of your genie-entity’s power one year when it tells you that while it does not have the power to let you out of this little pocket universe, it is able to communicate with an entity that does have the power, but it comes with conditions.
You tell him to fuck off when you find the conditions are that you can only exit when someone rubs a vessel that contains a portal, that you must exit when they do so, and that you are obligated to fulfill 3 (and only 3, even if they request more) requests they make, though you are free to be creative in how you interpret those requests.
Of course, you end up accepting the deal before you later come to be at peace with just existing quietly, at which point being pulled out of your peaceful contemplative existence to serve some selfish twat annoys you as much as anything can annoy a transcendent being, which honestly isn’t that much but is enough that you bring maximum “I’m just going to fuck with you” energy, though you do have a strange appreciation for those who can specify a request sufficiently to limit opportunities to fuck with them.