Infinite wishes, said Bernard again, that’s what I wish for.
I would not advise that, replied the genie. Perhaps you would prefer a hundred, or a thousand wishes?
You can’t trick me, Bernard scoffed, I know how it works. Give me infinite wishes.
The genie replied: I understand the intention. However, I doubt you have thoroughly considered the execution. After all, wording is the downfall of many a once wisher.
Bernard’s eyes blazed with defiance. His decision was final – as it always had been, as it always will be: a snapshot of a moment preserved for eternity, repeating endlessly, infinite as requested.
Infinite wishes, said Bernard again, that’s what I wish for.
I would not advise that, replied the genie.