Hello there. I am a scientist looking for a potion that can make humans live forever. It’s an amazing thing, you know. Making people live forever is something fun, I guess. If the research takes so long, it means it’s for professionals. It can be dangerous, hard, and sometimes even fun. Sometimes we have to experiment on people. There are volunteers, but not many; most people don’t want to volunteer because they think they will die or something bad will happen to them. That’s why they don’t volunteer, and I think they’re right. I wouldn’t want to be tested either.
After days of research and 100 sips of coffee, I finally found a solution. First, we tried it on a human, an old man who was 99 years old. He lived for 15 years more and never died. We finally found a solution. It was perfect, magnificent, just as I planned. Nothing was going to go wrong until Saturday, 2038. An accident happened to my mother. She also had taken the potion that made humans live forever. She had a car accident and was in danger. I didn’t worry because I thought the potion would work, but it didn’t. I was frustrated. My resources were failing more and more. I felt bad. I wanted my mother back, but I couldn’t have her. I had found the potion for living forever, but I couldn’t bring my mom back.
I was, and still am, a celebrity. I was rich, but after losing her, money didn’t matter. I would give all my money to get her back, but some good things have costs. Mine was big. I learned the hard way. So be careful. I wasn’t sure the potion was going to work because it didn’t work on my mother. I was worried. My potion started not working, and after a few days, people started having bad effects. Some died. The world’s population was decreasing. I was frustrated, worried, sad, and I was becoming ill, just like the other people, because I had drunk the potion too.
After the population decreased, I was the only one living. I was the last man on Earth. It was not good. I don’t know how I’m writing to you right now. It’s bad, very bad. It’s not good. I’m not good. I may die in a few years or months. If the food is enough, I can live a year, but this is the last you will hear from me. This is the end of humanity.