Sam is and isn't your usual high school kid. Sure, he looks like your usual student. Brown hair, brown eyes, mediocre height, and weight and even a mediocre group of friends. Beyond that mundane qualities is his cunning attitude and pragmatic way of dealing with things.
When an app suddenly appeared on his phone, his first reaction was to uninstall it. He knows that he's not a fool to forget what application he installed. Therefore, the "wish-granting" app is most likely some virus he contracted from porn hub. It all turned for the worse when he found out that he could not uninstall the app. The option for removing the said app is gone. Even the option to disable it is removed. Before he could find out more about the app, his phone jittered and returned back to the home screen.
With his option limited, the only thing he could do is check the app itself.
For an app that can't be removed, the UI was minimalistic and modern looking. It has this text box in the middle with a wish button at the bottom. Sam scoffed. He decided to entertain whatever this app is.
Hsi first wish was to know what the app is.
"I wish to know what the app is." Sam typed and pressed wish. The screen jittered once more and the screen flashed black with message on it.
"This Wish-Granting App or WiGAp, is a ate of the art reality alternating device at the contents of your pocket. Type what you want and wish. It's as simple as that.
Any damages or reality breaking scneario incurred during the usage of the app is solely on the fault of the user, not the company that made the app. Although, if you got trapped in a fractal series alternate dimension, the company will be glad to compensate the loss of your sanity."
As Sam read the last letters of the note, the screen returned to the WiGAp. Sam chuckled. This app was really amusing him. Sure, he'll bite.
"I wish for a can of coke to appear in front of me."
Sam felt stupid. This was just a simple shitty app. A can of coke wouldn't just appear in front of him. His mom only buys Pepsi and second, it's impossible. He swore that the coffee table in from of him was empty before he sat on the sofa.
But there it was. A can of coke, steaming as if it was fresh from a cooler.
"You got to be kidding me!" Sam said. He swore the coofee table empty. Maybe he didn't see the coke when he sat in the living room this morning.
"I wish for a stack of cash to appear on the coffee table."
With a heavy thud, Sam swore he saw a bright flash of light and something heavy fall from the center. When the flash subsided, Sam saw that the coke can was hit by a wad of Euros. It was his fault that he didn't specify what type of money he wished.
Sam could not believe it. The app is real. It defies all manner of scientific laws and explanation. It's real and it's in his hand.
Sam smiled. Rather, he laughed so hard that the neighbor's dog started barking.
At this point forward, he's the most powerful man in the planet.