The Greatest Invention In The History Of Mankind Author : SHREYAS IYER

 The Greatest Invention In The History Of Mankind

Author : SHREYAS IYER

Hello there, I am Shreyas, a great scientist. People have known me from all over the world. Today, I got an amazing idea for an invention. Let me not waste a lot of time of yours, and get straight to the point.

My invention is a healing potion. I will add all the medicinal components in this potion and create an ultimate invention. It will be such a thing that will heal every wound and illness in seconds, even that deadly cancer, as well as this corona virus. This way, every family can be happy and healthy. But, there will be some side-effects to the chemical, to just bring some more fun, like no sight for a few days, or no smell, anything would be a lot of fun, but not a really crucial problem, like another dangerous disease. I want it to bring joy to people, and most importantly, I should get interviewed! I will be honoured by an award, like the Nobel prize or something like that. After I make this chemical, I will first try it on a sick animal, to see if it works, then try it on other people. If my invention works, then I will make gallons of my chemical, and will sell it to many hospitals, so the doctors can go on a vacation and the chemical will do the work. But, an overdose of my potion can make a big problem, but I don't know how.

Well, look at that. I have already started to make my potion, and it has a good pinkish colour. Well, see you after I get famous, because this better work!
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