He was trapped and he knew it.
There was no view from where he was. He could only see a myriad of colours above and below and to the sides. No one was going to let him out. His purpose was never going to be fulfilled. The fools! They had no idea of the treasures and wonderful things that awaited them. Things that only he could provide. Some many things he could have done to make them happy.
The store of bottles was mountainous. They were of every conceivable shape and colour. They weren’t even destined to be broken or crushed. They would just sit there, being added to from time to time, when the trucks came in.
He sighed. It had all come down to simple economics. It was the worst thing that could possibly happen to a Genie.
The bottom had fallen out of the glass recycling industry.