Prologue
"You have no taste, you work as a concierge and your life is well, boring."
I blinked my eyes open wearily at the sound of the voice that had interrupted my sleep in the middle of the night.
I had been sleeping soundly, right up till that point. I rolled over and saw a blurry form standing there, it was a form of a woman.
I shot up and nearly choked on the rush of air to my lungs; the vision smiled and patted me on the back.
She stood back and smiled again, I rubbed the gunk out of my eyes and looked up at her. The woman was a beauty, she had long curly blonde hair, blue eyes and pert breasts that seemed to defy gravity.
She wasn't wearing much either, pink shorts with a small tank top that didn't cover much.
"I'm here to spice things up a little."
"What?"
"Spice things up a little you know, make your life more interesting."
I looked around the room and sighed, decided I was dreaming and shook my head. I rolled over and pulled the sheet with me.
Unfortunately she decided that I needed a little demonstration, she pulled with amazing strength and tugged the duvet from under me.
I went with it and landed on the floor in a heap.
My arm hurt as did my head, I was dazed for about 20 seconds, and after my head cleared, I jumped up ready to attack, despite the fact she was quite obviously a female. The woman looked at me and arched a blonde eyebrow and burst out laughing.
"Hunny, I just snuck into your house without making a sound, whipped you off your bed and folded the duvet while you were on the floor in a dazed heap."
She pointed a finger at the Duvet, I sighed and frowned at her, shit she was fast, strong and dead drop gorgeous...
"So," she pouted and looked me up and down, "We're going to talk."
Those terrible words that have struck fear into many a man's heart had just been uttered in my room, my house, my bachelor pad, I almost cringed away in fear.
"Please," she snorted. "Don't be such a chicken shit."
"Okay," I grunted, "But I need a shower first."
I showered, washed myself clean hoping that whatever dream state I was in I would soon wake up, I stepped out and jerked back in fear - fortunately she reached out and grabbed me with a strong grip before I tumbled back into the bathtub.
"I'll dry you down."
She did, drying my short brown hair, slightly rounded face, smoothed the drops of my skinny chest and rubbed down my hairless back.
"Not bad, you've got a bit of a stomach, we'll work on that."
I flinched a little.
I was reaching thirty and things that I could get away with, I couldn't now, and they were creeping up on me, as it was I was starting to loosen my belts.
She worked her way down to my cock and balls, paid a lot of attention to them and then finished off with my legs.
I was going to go in and get changed when she grabbed my arm and pulled me playfully into the living room.
"I like to look," she said as I sat on my sofa and she stood watching me, she pouted again, sighed and flicked her hair out of her face. "First things first, I'm a Genie."
I blinked.
"Come again?"
"A genie."
I blinked and my brain froze, its kinda like when you eat ice cream and you get brain freeze. She sighed, "It doesn't matter what centaury it is people always go dumb when they hear those three words."
"A genie."
"Yes," she sighed, "I'm here to give you three wishes."
"Three?"
"Yes three."
"Three," it wasn't a question, more of a statement to the air, a Genie, a freaking genie had appeared into my life and offered to grant me three wishes, but the burning question that was on the tip of my tongue was, "How the hell did you come here in the first place?"
"Remember the lamp that you found the other day in Cornwall?"
A light went on in my brain she nodded and continued on, "Well you stored it in the cupboard and forgot about it."
She smiled.
"Oh."
"That's it, you find a magic lamp, I scan you, find the most suitable personification," she turned around, "I offer you three wishes, anything, anything you want and all you can say is 'Oh.?"
I had to admit it did sound lame, I nodded in agreement and this seemed to settle the Genie down a little.
"How does it work?"
"Simple," she answered, the smile and reappeared, "I offer you three wishes, and you say what you want, you could have all the power of the universe, be the richest man in the world or rule it for that matter, but those are so ... you know..."
"Clichéd?"
She chuckled and nodded.
I thought about it, thought hard, but my brain just couldn't wrap around this platter of power that had just been handed to me.
I decided to sleep on it, the Genie sat down next to me on the sofa and smiled.
"You know, I haven't had sex in over a thousand years."
The nighttime blurred, we had sex, good sex, and something happened between the two of us. We didn't fall in love or anything like that, no she changed me.
When I woke up the next morning, I had a bigger and thicker dick (crap on me, at least nine inches long), I was more muscular and had a flat stomach, I didn't look like Arnold but I could definitely stand my own.
"Okay sport what now?"
I decided on research and hooked up to the web while the Genie used her powers fixed us up some breakfast.
She brought in a plate of food, I had to admit she was a good cook, the smell of five fried eggs, corn beef hash and sausages made my stomach grumble.
I ate as I surfed the net and thought about my first wish.
Power, this was my first thought, but not absolute, as it supposedly corrupts, and it would eventually become boring.
The first thing I saw ability wise, was the show Kyle XY, this really appealed to me. I wrote down a list of his abilities and handed it to the Genie.
Kyle has the ability to retain information and learn extremely fast. He learned to talk in only one day, is able to solve complicated equations simply by looking at them. He's also an expert at predicting the weather, being able to smell climate changes and increased moisture in the air.
Kyle also has vast physical abilities.
He is able to jump off a building unharmed and swim at an Olympic level speed. His reflexes seem superhuman, allowing him to dodge a bully's punch effortlessly.
This then led me onto the idea of 'bullet time' fighting ability like in the Matrix film with Neo, again the Oracle ... Genie nodded and said she could provide that.
At the end of season 1, Kyle discovered he could drown out particular noises, giving him an acute sense of hearing. Though the exact range is unknown, Kyle heard people from at least fifteen feet away, as well as through surfaces such as walls and closed doors. This ability has become so powerful that Kyle can even hear heartbeats from various distances. When Kyle and Amanda had to identify a thief, Kyle heard his heartbeat and realized the criminal had a heart condition...
He recently began learning telekinesis from Adam Baylin. However, he was still learning to control it. Kyle's brain is so powerful; he's managed to develop the mental equivalent of a firewall. It's what prevented Zzyzx from being able to control him and from "getting inside his head." After Tom Foss gets Kyle to walk on hot coals as an exercise he is able to later walk into a burning building to get an unconscious girl out to save her life.
Walking out of the building on fire Kyle is not burned though his clothes have obvious burned holes in them. Declan and Nicole Trager both see Kyle is unharmed when he should be severely burned. Tom Foss also indicates that Kyle could be able to levitate, contain some sort of pain management demonstrated by body piercing, and control autonomic body systems like breathing or heart beat.
In a recent episode, Kyle gained the power to search through his memories as if he were re-experiencing them referred to as a holographic memory. In "Ghost of the Machine," Kyle sees into the past and realizes he had downloaded all of Zzyxz files and developed conscious thought, which the Zzyzx, team did not think possible.
In Hands on a Hybrid, Kyle has started to reveal the power of telepathy, when he helps Jessi to remember some of her past.
One other ability is to heal others; for example it is hinted that he cured Andy's cancer and that he brought Jessi back to life when she overused her powers.
He can jump much higher than a normal human and uses his advanced knowledge of physics to have a type of amazingly precise aim, which also allows him to excel at basketball. His ability to learn quickly has allowed him to mimic anything he sees such as martial arts on television, dance moves, which led me onto another trail of thought; it was something I had heard about from another show that I couldn't remember the name of.
"Okay I can do that easily enough, anything else you want to add?"
I grinned and continued looking, I hadn't said 'wish' yet so she couldn't action it until I was ready. I remembered what it was, a show called Heroes, which was based on the X-men, a comic about mutants who lived among us, I grinned and typed it into Wikipedia and looked up 'assorted powers'.
I didn't want Sylars and Peter Petrellis as that led to problems, but the powers of Monica Dawson would do nicely, the power of adoptive muscle memory, this would allow me to copy anything I'd seen, and with the power of holographic memory recall this would make life interesting.
Micah is a technopath, which enables him to "communicate with machines and electronics." His power seems to require physical contact with the device and a certain level of concentration, after which the changes he wishes to make are almost instantaneous. Using a cell phone, Micah can bypass the need for physical contact, at least in cases where the target device is controlled by a networked computer. When asked to rig an election, for example, Micah is able to reprogram the entire voting computer network, which covers the entire city, in roughly a minute, though doing so seems to exhaust him.
This would allow me to access machinery and learn at a quicker pace, I could access the internet on a whole new level, the thoughts about this and the ramifications of what I could do were staggering. I changed the notes on the paper and added that this wouldn't wear me out.
The Genie whistled, "That's quite a list you're getting."
"Yup, add phasing through stuff to that," she did. I also added that my body would maintain the appearance and form of a man 5' 11" and 225 Lbs but my body fat would never exceed 6 - 8%. As well as that, I wanted to be immune to all forms of virus, bacteria, disease and toxin, I added to that list, Wolverine, (again X-men) type healing, allowing me to heal ten times faster than any normal human.
The second wish was to be mental powers, I wanted to become a powerful Telepath, but with the ability to control it properly, I wanted to be able to scan a large radius, I would be receptive to strong emotions such as fear or anger so I could quickly identify and pinpoint crimes in progress.
I would be able to telepathically scan large groups looking for information buried in their minds. This way I would be able to ID the bad guys. I would be able to read minds individually as well. I would also be able to change minds, getting them to do what I wanted, or wanted them to believe so that I would be able to hide my identity should the need ever arise.
My third wish was to be settled on immortality, the Genie rolled her eyes when I said it. "Clichéd," she said in reminder.
I grinned and thought on it.
One last thought nagged me, so I looked at the blonde and asked: "Do we have souls?"
The Genie blinked in surprise at the question, I'd been quite for a full minute before deciding on how I wanted to proceed.
"Yes."
That confirmed a suspicion, which also meant there was the possibility of heaven and or hell. This didn't turn me into a religious fanatic and I got the impression from the Genie that she didn't expect me to go running into a church anytime soon.
I voiced my thought, I wanted live forever, but should my body die, I wanted to transfer everything I am and will be with these gifts into another body, the body would have to be that of an adolescent body (preferably male), and should the inevitable happen, I would be drawn to the nearest dead or dying body, once there I could make the appropriate changes to the body and take control. I would become that person.
On that note, one thing I'd said was that in order to make things easier for me, was to make the body of the dead person, someone with my name, 'Jacob'.
"What happens if you want to die?"
The genie voiced her opinion, a good idea I thought, I told that should all else fail, or should I become tired of living, I would die and pass beyond whatever veil there is 'out there'.
The list was huge, four pages long, I handed it to her and smiled.