Will this person rub your lamp or deliver you to the prop department? It turns out that as this person walks along, the side of his hand rubs you lamp. You smile. Bingo! You can deliver more wishes, have fun at misinterpreting them and slowly move towards your ultimate freedom. So you appear in a puff of smoke, ready to deal your next flurry of wish-granting. The person in front of you has dropped the lamp, understandably frightened. You set eyes upon him. An employee, clearly. In a drab uniform. In his mid-twenties, with longish dark hair. He is staring at you with eyes about to pop out of his skull. Which is to be expected.
"What... What are you? What is this?" he exclaimed, bewildered.
"Why, your genie for three wishes, master," you say with a little bow.
"This is just a special effect," mumbled the young man as he fumbled about with the lamp as he desperately sought a button or something to confirm that you are just a very, very realistic figment of technology.
"I am very real," you counter, ready to wait until he comes to the conclusion that you are no image generated by a computer.
To help him, you add:
"Touch me, if you want. You will see then."
Tentatively, he touches you and understands that you are solid. And that you can interact with him like any other person.
"So... So you're a genie? For real," he stutters.
"Indeed. Until your third wish is granted."
"Wishes? Really?"
"Really," you smile.
"Wow," he says softly. "That is so cool."
"Do you know what you'd like, master?" you ask.
"Of course! Being here, I know what my great dream is! I wish to be rich and famous! Like one of those handsome, sexy actors and movie stars! That's my first wish!"
Wow. That was fast. And vague enough to open up plenty of possibilities. Perfect.
"As you wish, master," you smile while letting the magic flow.