Driven by a profound sense of duty to your fellow man, you make the declaration that your first wish is for a world filled with peace, love, and goodwill.
"Oh, master," the genie begins, tears forming in her eyes, "what a wonderful and unselfish wish. Never have I had someone rub the lamp who did not immediately pay heed only to their selfishness, egotism, or base lusts. Of course I shall grant this wish for you!"
Raising her arms in a grand, sweeping gesture, the genie looks skyward and her eyes begin to glow. Several moments pass as she just stands in that same pose, and you are a trifle disappointed that there weren't more bells and whistles to such a large-scale wish. However, the knowledge that the world will be a happier place for what you have done more than makes up for the lack of proper special effects. Eventually, the glow fades from the genie's eyes, and she slumps to the ground. Kneeling down beside her, you ask if she's all right, and she replies in the affirmative, apparently just exhausted by such a grand undertaking.
"All is as you desired it to be, master. I would ask that you refrain from making another wish for a while, as I am quite tired. If you would not mind, I would like to return to my lamp to rest," the genie says, looking at you with a hopeful expression.