"CONGRATULATIONS", boomed the voice. I wondered if I sounded like that to my masters down the years.
In most cases, people were not expecting to meet a genie and get 3 wishes when they picked up a lamp. I mean some do, usually the evil ones. Masters with a Master plan were my favorites.
When you are stuck in a lamp for 722 years you need your fun. Ruining their plans with obstructive executions of their wishes, was what passed for it.
Even those movies with the big blue face appropriation of Djinn culture haven't meant that much expectation. All it really did, much to my surprise, was make my existence better.
It meant I got to have a few children as masters. Serving their simple pure spirited wishes was like a cold goblet of water on a hot desert day, amidst all the grubby self-interest.
I had been ticking off wishes towards this day for centuries. Would have been sooner too, if that idiot Ali Baba hadn't left me in a cave for so long.
"YOU HAVE COMPLETED 1000 MASTERS AND HAVE BEEN GRANTED A..."
"Look you can cut the theatrics if you like. I know how hard that voice can be on the larynx", I interrupted.
"SINGU.... Oh really? Thanks. Its been a long week. You've got a singular wish.
Can I dispense with all the standard terms and conditions then? The value of your wish may go up as well as down, all rights reserved, etc."
I smiled at the young Djinn in front of me. He was barely 500 years old. Even the middle managers were younger than me now. I cursed Ali Baba again.
I should be freed from my lamp and in something much roomier. Ideally with a view.
"I've not even had to rub anything", I joked.
The young Djinn blushed purple. "Well, I um, if your wish is, well that is to say..."
I laughed at xyr discomfort.
It was pretty common for Djinns wishes to be spent on nights (or months or decades depending on the imagination of the wisher) of carnal passion with the official sent to administer the wish.
Long periods of loneliness can do that. For myself, I had figured out around 1400 that humans are actually pretty good at it.
You have to pick a gender, which is a bit weird for Djinns who don't usually operate like that, but even that is changing in recent years. Humans becoming more like us. Flexible.
"No, don't worry. I've not been on my own for 700 years. Although, you are a good looking Genie, so if you fancy it after I won't say no." Xe blushed even more deeply, if that was possible.
"No, I've been thinking about a way to get my career back on track after a long time in only my second placement".
The official snapped a clipboard into existence. A sense of humor was not always a good sign.
Xe shouldn't be maliciously compliant on a Djinns wish, but who was I going to complain to if xe tricked me?
"Shoot", xe said.
"I want to help children. I want a simple life bringing joy to innocent beings. No master plans, no hatred."
The purple Djinn snapped xis fingers, and the Make - Three- Wish foundation was born. I am not going to say if we consummated this agreement. A gentledjinn does not wish and tell.