Scientists develop genetic engineering, cybernetic enhancements, and artificial intelligence to an extremely high level. So much so that for the first time in human history, humanities biological destiny is now able to be completely dictated by the will of the biological creatures in question, not nature. No longer will humans have to deal with diseases, deformities, and all kinds of biological inequality. These anhancements, of course, will also entail the ability to always think perfectly rationally, free of bias, and large emotional influence. But then it happens.

Human beings become way too similar, too generic. Over the years, people will stop developing both socially and civilly due to the societal changes brought on by the complete homogeneity of the species. Humans will eventually stop thinking like humans and more like ultra efficient machines. All of humanity would then be only concerned with three things, manufacturing, expansion, and forceful assimilation. You have created the Borg.

I wish that people would stop being pedants in order to seem smart and actually commit intelligent acts.

@IntPenDespSwordNICE. I award you ten points!

Granted; however, freedom of will soon quickly overtakes humanity's metamind and the end result is anarchy and pandemonium as mankind destroys itself. Good job.

I wish I wasn't Batman.

Granted, your parents don't magically come alive and all your businesses go bankrupt cosing millions their jobs, damaging the local economy and increasing the crime rate in Gotham even more.

I wish no one else posted in this thread after me.

Granted, but as the thread must go on, the genie denies your wish.

I wish for a big corner desk in my office, that doesn't break or otherwise collapse.

Your local antique store has just burned down. The owner has a massive closing down sale on all his remaining stock before filing for bankruptcy. Everything else was sold except this luxuriously crafted mahogany desk. Since it was the last day of the sale, and it still remainded unsold despite repeated discounts, the owner decides to give it to you for free.

You hire a trailer to take this bad boy home. As you take it up the flight of stairs to your office, you wrench your back in an awkward way. You collapse in sheer agony. Congratulations, you have a hernia.

I wish I wish I hadn't killed that fish.

Granted, the fish comes back to life and stalks you for the rest of your days. You end up having to leave your job, move your family, go into witness protection and change your name before the fish leaves you alone. But not before you have fallen into a deep depression due to the stress of the fish you unkilled stalking you.

I wish for salmon dinner.

Edit, ninja'd.
Granted, one serving of salmon, salad, the proper condiments, etc. are forcefully delivered deep down your throat by a large, muscular man.

I wish for everyone to have a working paper shredder by their side at all times.

Granted; however, hauling them around causes all sorts of back problems.

I wish for PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWERS!!!

Granted, you are given the amazing, outstanding, one-of-a-kind ability to not suffocate in a vacuum! People try to understand how, but it's just too PHENOMENAL and COSMIC. You are tasked with space missions, but you soon realize breathing isn't your only problem in space.

I wish for customizable layouts for this site.

Colourful images and layouts flood the site, creating a kaleidoscope of colour and individuality. Congratulations, this site devolves into a bastardisation of My Space and DeviantArt. A place for filled with more cancerous internet bullshit and personal dramas and less actual creativity. The original userbase leaves in droves. The roleplayerguild becomes a shell of its former self.

I wish that I had an infinite amount of wishes that were always granted at my beck and call.

Granted; anything you desire becomes reality. But you quickly tire of life and are found dead two months later in a palatial mansion, surrounded by mountains of chocolate chip cookies.

I wish for an itty bitty living space.

Points to anyone who can name which Disney movie my last two wishes were from.

Granted, You have a cardboard box. If you had your body's volume in a liquid, it'd just barely fit in the box. That's one little living space.

I wish for people to act civilized when participating in a debate, yet without affecting the amount of debates being held.

Granted. People now act civilized during the debate, but due to the inability to release pent up emotion during debates now, they just start hunting the other people down outside of the debate and have a duel to the death because KETCHUP JUST DOES NOT GO ON MACARONI AND CHEESE, OKAY?

I wish people would stop doing gross things with food and expecting me to try amd/or like it.

People stop doing gross things with food, and stop eating food all together. Everyone dies.

I wish I could play guitar like Hendrix. (When he was alive.)

Granted! However, you cannot do anything else and end up dying for various reasons like lack of sanitation and malnutrition and what have you nots.

I wish I could be as amazing as Stinking Lizaveta from The Brothers Karamazov.

Granted, but as the wish genie has no clue what you are talking about, you are now Karamazov's brother, a stinking lizaveta.

I wish for my wish to be corrupted.

The wish you make is twisted by irony, thus effectively granting your wish perfectly and without irony. Congratulations, you've created a paradox. The universe implodes.

I wish for a thread killer post in this thread.

Fuck this shit. Nobody else reply. But I make a new thread that continues in the exact same way.

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Jokes aside tho, I wish for a friendly pet dragon.

Awaking the next morning, you are greeted by the presence of a friendly pet dragon sitting calmly outside of your bedroom window. For a number of days, you and your dragon have marvelous adventures - flying around, burning down forests, terrorizing citizens, and various other forms of jovial fun-having. Soon enough, the mass populace recognizes the threat that your dragon could potentially impose on their humble lives, and quickly rally together to try and kill, or even just force your dragon away. After several instances of you trying to convince them of how kind your dragon is, and them not understanding you, you decide it would be best for you both to simply leave your homeland. You fly over the vast waters of the ocean at sunset on your dragon's back, never to be seen or heard from again.

I wish for the capability of telepathic communication with dolphins.

Granted, but they don't have a lot of interesting things to say. Still, the constant internal chirping from dolphins worldwide provides a decent backdrop to your rapid descent into madness.

i wish for this thread to continue despite all.