A Boy and His Genie Ch. 07

"Plans?" Sophie asked, intrigued.

"Well, we may as well tell you both," Neil said. "You see, our organisation was founded by Alex's grandfather, Jeramiah, who had a theory. He wondered where the genies came from. They don't know, but someone must have put them here. Someone must have bound them to serve humans. Someone must have made the rules we have to follow. But who?"

"Maybe some sort of God?" Sophie suggested.

"That's one theory," Neil continued. "But we also have a theory that religion was developed by genies. That all divinely-attributed miracles throughout history are actually the work of genies. It would seem plausible, but then, that would basically destroy organised religion. And it would throw a spanner in the works of the theory that God gave us the genies. Unless, of course, it is some sort of God that merely wished to give us the genies and observe."

"So what are these plans then?"

"There's more than one reason for us collecting lamps. Now, of course we do it to keep them away from ne'er-do-wells who would use them for evil, but at the same time, we wish to use them to meet the maker. The maker of the genies. Now of course, we can't just wish to meet him. Believe me, we've tried. So we're trying to draw him out."

"Draw him out?"

"I'm sure Alexis explained to you that we are forbidden from preventing the work of the genies? We cannot destroy the world, as that would prevent genies from having Masters and granting their wishes. But no matter what genie we ask, none of them actually seem to know the punishment for breaking the rules. So we are hoping that, if we gather enough lamps, the maker will show up to scold us."

"So you're gathering lamps to maybe summon someone who may or may not actually exist?"

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"Assuming you even do manage to get an audience with the maker, what do you intend to do?"

"Well, in an ideal situation, we would like to steal his power for our own. But realistically, someone that could make thousands of genies would not be overpowered by the 6 of us. So we would try to convince him to allow us control of all the genie lamps in the world."

"Why?"

"Because as I have said, this world is full of people who would like to use the powers of the genies for evil. The world would be much better off without 10,000 sources of magic out there. Better to keep it in the hands of a select few."

"I'm confused," Matt butted in. "Why not just wish yourself back in time to when the genies were put on the Earth, and see who did it?"

"We've tried," Brian replied. "But none of us have ever managed to go back more than about 50,000 years. It's like we're being blocked from it."

"Sounds like this "Maker" doesn't want to speak to you," Sophie said.

"We can live in hope."

"Yes...look, can I have my house back, please?" Sophie asked. "I'd like to go to bed."

"Very well, I suppose we have overstayed our welcome," Neil said. "Ophelia, I wish for you to return this house to normal."

"As you command, Master," Ophelia smiled.

She snapped her fingers, and instantly, the dining room vanished, and Matt and Sophie were alone in her living room.

"Come on, let's go to bed," Sophie said, heading upstairs.

"For sex?" Matt asked, but Sophie shook her head.

"You've had enough of that today, come on." They headed upstairs, past Sophie's parents' room, where they could hear moans of pleasure.

"Are they having sex in there?" Matt asked her.

"Nothing escapes you, does it?" Sophie said sarcastically. "They've been fucking since I commanded them to. You should know, you were there."

"But that was days ago!"

"Yeah, so? I wanted them to have some fun, so they have been. But unlike your extended sex session, mine could be ended by someone other than the participants."

The two of them undressed and got in Sophie's bed, cuddling.

"Goodnight Sophie."

"Goodnight Matt. I love you."

"I love you too." They kissed, and headed off to sleep.