"A thousand greetings and salutations to you, sir," the woman dressed in what looked like an Ancient Greek or Roman dress curtseyed to you "My name is Calistra, and I am the genie of the bottle. My eternal gratitude for freeing me. It may be a home to me, but it's still effectively a prison. Which emperor rules here?"
"Emperor?" you asked, confused "There is no emperor. We have parliament and a prime minister, both of which are reelected after a term."
"Prime minister? Parliament? Like the Senate? No, not the same thing I see from your memories," then, her eyes widened, and she prostrated herself before you "A thousand apologies, I should have asked before reading your mind. Unless this is acceptable in your culture? There is much I don't know. What year is it?"
You never expected a genie to be so talkative.
"It's 2024, Miss Calistra," you said, still processing the fact a woman had just appeared from a bottle and claimed to be a genie "Did you say you were a genie?"
"Ah, we're getting to it now, are we," Calistra's face fell "Yes, we grant wishes. Yes, you get three of them. Yes, there are certain restrictions on what you can wish for: I can't bring back the dead. I can't make people fall in love. You can't wish for more wishes. But please, don't make any wishes. I don't want to be pulled into the bottle again."
You considered this. She seemed like a nice girl, and around your age. Even if you couldn't make wishes, having a friend who could read minds could be incredibly useful to have around. One thing was bothering you, though.
"Couldn't I just wish you free?"
The genie smiled wistfully. "It is truly kind of you to offer, but..."
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