I stared at the old-fashioned oil lamp in my hands as the, well, Genie, I guess, laid out the rules.
"Ok, so no bringing people back to life and no falling in love, fine, but-"
The Genie rolled its eyes.
"They always argue murder. Thousands of years and nothing has changed."
"But unwilling forced transportation is fine, yes?"
"Yes, Master."
I pulled out my phone, and after I showed the current state of the world, they agreed to transport a couple of billion people who voted for certain political parties to the moon, where they were alive. For a bit.
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