I invented the thing everyone was looking for. Immortality. The person who drinks this exact potion will never die; even if their limbs or organs are cut off, or their body is reduced into atoms. I invented this but at what cost? I’ve lost my family because they’ve left me. I’ve lost my money trying to get the necessary materials. And lastly, I’ve lost my youth because of the time I gave in. And I’ve lost all these only for the aim of inventing a potion that makes the person who drinks it immortal. The money is retainable, but I’ve lost my youth and family. Who knows? Maybe it’s possible to find myself another family and gain back my youth by drinking this potion. But the consequences could be difficult to deal with.
One year after the time of my invention, I still have not drunk the potion. The president wanted me to be on live television in front of the whole world. I haven’t interacted with a lot of people in the past decades so I was kind of nervous about whether I should accept this offer or decline it. But the money and fame I could get by accepting this offer won over my fear, at least partially, so I accepted it.
Next day I went on live television and spoke with the president. The president asked me some questions about the potion. “How many of these did you make?” “One.” “Did you drink it, and are you thinking of drinking it in near future?” “No, I didn’t drink it and I am not thinking of drinking it in near future.” Then he asked why I haven’t drunk it yet. I gave a few reasons to make people understand my choice better:
The first reason is that I will see everyone around me and everyone in the world die and I will see their pain. This can be more endurable as I live more and more and maybe get to the point that the pain, I see does not hurt me. But it’s still a fact that I will see the world perish which could be harder to face with. Another reason is that being immortal means that you will always feel pain and it will not go. Now, I am not saying that I want to die, but living for a normal amount of time seems much better than living forever after I look at all these facts.
The president thanked me for the interview and stopped live broadcast. He then asked me how much money I wanted to get for selling it. I thought about whether I should sell it or not. Its usage could disrupt the balance in the world. Either everyone must be immortal or no one. And the idea of everyone being immortal being real seems chaotic and impossible. But on the other hand, selling this could potentially make me rich. Suddenly, I felt like I was full of greed. I forgot about all that disruption of balance stuff and told him I would sell it for one trillion dollars. Without even thinking, he accepted my offer.
I got up to do a handshake with the president but he pushed me to the couch and his bodyguards kept pushing me against the couch making me unable to move. “I’ve recorded only the part of me accepting the offer of yours. I will only publish the broadcast and the recording to the whole world. And now, you’re going to make other copies of the same potion.” the president said. I told him I have a family and that they will know he’s doing something bad to me. He said “Stop lying, I know your backstory. Your family left you because they thought that you will not be successful. Now stop talking nonsense and get to work. I will also drink the potion you have already made.” I acted scared, but in reality, I wasn’t. Little did he know that I had a plan. I wasn’t going to make copies of immortality potion; I will make something worse.