"Three wishes shall I grant, be they high wealth or beautiful women. But take care in wishing, for not all things come to pass joyfully."
Mark scratched his chin, staring at the apparition floating before him. It claimed to be a genie. The lamp lying on the floor seemed to fit the imagery. If he remembered how these things went, though, whatever he asked would never be specific enough, leading the genie to grant him a cursed wish.
"How good is your memory?" said Mark.
"Infallible," the genie replied boldly.
"Well then, I would wish for fifty million dollars, but first let's get some details established. In 1973, a Wall Street investor with an advanced education, a focus towards the ethical, and a minor eccentric personality for experiments would set up a trust fund…"