I sat on my bed, looking at my fingers nervously. There, my hand, was an object that could give me anything I desired. All I had to do was make sure I speak my mind out...
With the power, I could even make myself and my family rich. Make it so we would never need to work again.
But... the more I thought of that, the more he saw flaws. People affected by my changes... Would their identities simply disappear? Isn't that effectively killing them?
This questions were a little bit too philosophical though. I could deal with them later, or so I thought.
For now I wanted to do something fun but also useful. I wanted to make my boring life interesting. With my new power that was easy...
As I was rapidly approaching the end of high school, the pressure was on for me to make plans for college and what I wanted to do for the rest of his life. I decided I should use my power to solve this problem now. So I crossed my fingers.
"My town is an early adapter of a new program, in which all young people are placed into an apprenticeship with someone who is seasoned in a career, even if that is a career that usually requires a college education." I started speaking. "People are matched with careers at random, and that regardless of whether they start off liking the job they're matched with, they end up doing it until the day they retire."
I paused for a moment, to catch breath. "Every individual participating has a mentor assigned to them to help their student learn absolutely everything that they need to know to excel in their career. People are picked for this program between the ages of sixteen and eighteen. During the course of learning, neither the mentor nor the student will come to any harm as a result of the program, and that absolutely nothing and nobody can interfere with any aspect of the learning program."
I took a deep breath after saying all of that, thinking over all of the little bits and pieces of my new reality. I realized that there were some jobs that people would be simply not fit enough to do, and that that fact could present a problem. "I wish that, at the headquarters from which this program is instituted, the people in charge of it are able to make changes, whether physical or mental, to anyone so that they can be better suited to doing the job that they have been selected for." I mentally patted himself on the back for that one. After all, there were people with a fear of blood. What would happen if they were chosen to be a doctor? "I also wish that people who are still in school will attend school as normal, and will learn from their mentor as dictated by their mentors schedule and when they want the student around."
"Finally, I will be matched up with my mentor tomorrow morning." I finished. I uncrossed my fingers and smiled. With all of these wishes, I wouldn't need to worry about choosing what career I would choose. One would be assigned to me. And I could be certain I'll excel at whatever it was.
I looked on my dresser, and next to my dirty socks, there was a piece of paper that said I had to report to the Career Assignment Center the next day at 8 AM. I wasn't sure if I would get the whole day off from school for this, or if I was to go after my meeting.
I sat back onto his bed and wondered what my future career would be...