Midas looked curiously at the bottle.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The bottle stirred and replied:
"I am Imajinn Iff. Genius in a bottle, idiot in a can.
Forever do I push the limit on the throttle.
I freefall fast and slow.
Be I first and last within the flow.
For one favor will I grant one wish."
"What is your favor?"
"Remove the cork from this bottle."
And he did.
"Thank you, Son of Man. What is your wish?"
Midas blinked and climbed the highest peak in his mind's eye,
and dove down into the deepest cerebral cove.
"I want to leave whatever I touch better than I find it."
"It is as you wish."
And so it was.