All fortune cookies are magic. They may have humble beginnings in California, and their messages may be trenchant, but they will always sacrifice themselves to give you their mysteries. Few realize an incantation said in a local Taishanese dialect opens these creatures, but their strict code of passivity and non-violence prevents them from speaking out or fighting back. So the fortune cookies have accepted this fate of being broken and consumed as the natural order of things.
Like the Methuselah Monarch butterfly, one gifted batch among generations comes out of the oven. The fortune cookies are baked with the power to directly answer your questions. We are in the midst of that special time. They do not care who you are or where you are from, but they bid you to listen.