I Have No End For This..

     So let’s say one lucky human gets 3 writes that can come true. Some cute green martian knocks on the door, and gives someone a laptop that has 3 writes that will become reality. This is basically a genie in the bottle, grant you three wishes, in an updated story, with a twist or two.

      It keeps count automatically, it has a button labeled "complete." That’s how you use one of the writes. It has everything else a normal computer would have, with that one extra button. It can run as Windows or Mac, it’s user-friendly folks.

      You can save your work, take your time, and even write a novel. Oh, the possibilities. Is everybody following so far? You can’t make yourself immortal, or have superpowers.

      Also, important caveat. If the person dies, and hasn’t used all the writes the computer automatically self-destructs. It can’t be passed on to others. Got some James Bond vibe going on now.
      
      It only works within the confines of our world. You can be the leader of a country, wealthy, successful, famous, you just can’t be a wizard. Even this magic box has limitations.

      Hopefully that human is a writer, or things could get unhinged quick. Details would kinda be a big deal. Context matters, folks.

      This is not something to be left to chance. This contraption may take someone literally and lead to some cosmic misadventure.

      Imagine some drunk guy simply writing down, Ferrari, Tits, Beer! Who’s receiving these items. Why does he assume that it knows he meant in his driveway. It’s not a mind-reader.  

      Let’s say it does put these things in his driveway. Who’s to say that what he finds isn’t exactly what he pictured. For instance, he goes outside and see’s a red Ferrari, with fake tits glued to the windshield, and a 12 pack of beer in the passenger seat. Or..

      He goes outside and there’s a guy getting out of a Ferrari, with a baseball cap that has muppet tits sewed on it, dropping off a 12 pack of beer and demanding to be paid.

       Upon further inspection it’s not even a real Ferrari, it’s an 80’s kit car on a compact Pontiac frame. With an underpowered four cylinder. Some wannabe rich guy, who makes strange choices when it comes to baseball caps.

      The devil is in the details. Speaking of that what if it landed on the doorstep of a madman, a hateful man. Who’s young and immature, thinking he’s entitled to more. Hell he’s entitled to everything. Think he could do some damage.

      Plus, he’s a person who writes in great detail. Not necessarily that he’s a creative writer, more like a creative criminal. So detailed in fact that he rules the world, he’s untouchable, and still has two writes left. Meticulous some would say.

      He’d just sit on the other two. He’s human and knows there’s always a chance he didn’t account for something. Like being on trial and possibly headed to the big house. That might require a do over.

      Needing to cheat death by creating some cure for a disease he’s contracted. It’s a mulligan so to speak. The proverbial get out of jail free card. Of course it could bite him in the ass if someone killed him straight up. No second chances after that.

      Maybe someone could get it and actually use it for good. Be selfless, make things fair, really fix the world's problems. Let’s just hope their not vague like the guy in the first example. Perhaps, more detailed like the second guy. Saving the other two writes for a rainy day.

      In my honest opinion, I don’t believe any one human should have that kind of power to wield. Even with the best intentions everyone has a dark side. I wouldn’t even trust myself, folks.

      Besides that would be a human trying to play god. That goes on everyday, without a magical writing machine. I have no end for this, it was just me relating the conflict stirring in my mind. It’s tiring sometimes. Peace, Love, and Lennon.