So my story begins when I was exploring an old antique shop on the west coast. It was one of those disorganized and dirty older shops. With the dust thick in places and cobwebs clinging to everything out of reach. Had mostly seen the usual junk when an old trunk caught my eye. After haggling with the old shop owner I was able to get him down to 50 and he just said to keep the junk inside.

Later that week when I got around to looking inside there was an old wood cigar box under the old newspapers and books inside with an old middle eastern style oil lamp. the thing was there was an old journal with clippings from old newspapers in it from a 1800's talking about the lamp. It told of how it had been in the family for years but had passed hands quickly as each person had died in extremely painful ways after seemingly having the best fortune of their lives. The writer had noticed that his old uncle had been the only one who had kept it for any length of time. He had been a jail owner in the 1820s and after his death, it came out had regularly had people tortured under extreme methods.. the writer then inherits his estate and when cleaning an old lamp released the genie. He wished for honesty from the genie and had then asked why the fortunes had turned for the worse for his family time and again. Only to hear that without pain the genie would starve. The story continued on for a time telling of how he tried to feed his demon of a genie but ended without explanation.

As I looked at the old brass lamp I seriously consider what to do. Should I do it? I mean every CEO becomes successful by causing pain and suffering. With cutting insurance and making most employees make just under 32 hours so they have no benefits to get their medical leaves millions living in agony each year with untreated conditions so would i be so terrible if my fortunes rested on other pain?

I decided yes and pulled out the lamp and started polishing it. As the smoke slowly drifts out it is colored blue and purple and seems to be a sunset like scene. then out of a traditional blue genie pops into existence

"Hello Master" it replies. You think for a second and decide to be honest with the creature. You tell them you know their food source and that you wish to work with them crafting wishes to feed them.

The genie replies, "you're much smarter than most "masters" thinking their fortunes come from nothing."

"So as the first wish I ask if we could somehow not affect reality but create a mini one."

The genie says "if it is based on a picture he would be able to recreate a small bubble of reality of just the earth and the people he recreated there would still feed me sir"

" The second wish was to get medical nanites that would repair just about any damage imaginable. It also enables me to enhance women's and men's body parts. I alsowant it to put suggestions and change their minds at a base level. that way people would go along with anything out of the ordinary and make my times more fun." you say

"The third wish is I can move people between the pictures"

"It sounds like with your wishes you may last a lot longer than most master" the genie says. with that, it's time to start looking for my first victims.

notes from the author: So I just want to state I am dyslexic. so be kind about the grammar and spelling. taking suggestions so if you have a particular looking girl and object you want to see appear in the story i can try and work them into them for you;) this story gets extreme and involves a lot of stretching and fisting fantasy