[ WP ] a disease has been discovered that gives the victim a superpower for 24 hours before the victim dies , you have contracted the disease .

The Chemist sat on his chair, pouring two solutions into a larger container. The liquids hissed and steamed, but the man was unfazed, utterly confident in what he was doing. His assistant, stood beside him, looking nervous but unafraid. 
 
 The liquids stopped hissing. The assistant immediately turned on the burner to keep it warm. After a few minutes, the liquid turned into a strange green color. The Chemist lifted the container, closely examining it. He put it back down with an air of finality. 
 
 `` There, it is done,'' he said. `` The new drug should be ready.'' 
 
 `` That's great sir!'' The assistant cheered. `` You still have a chance to live!'' 
 
 Her boss shook his head. `` It's already too late for me Mary, the disease has gotten to the point where it can no longer be cured. It's now up to you to prepare the research paper and publish our discovery in a journal.'' 
 
 His voice had an air of weariness, as if he had already given up. 
 
 Mary also shook her head. `` Sir, are you just going to give up like that?! I ca n't... this is n't...'' Tears started streaming down her eyes. `` I wo n't allow that to happen! Surely the drug would at least delay your death!'' The stack of papers in her hand had started to crumple. 
 
 The Chemist chuckled. `` My super intelligence tells me that you are wrong. Do take good care of our notes, my dear assistant, or else you'd have to start from scratch all over again.'' 
 
 `` This is n't the time to be joking around!'' 
 
 But he just patted her on the head, Mary was crying openly now. `` I know that my time is already up, Mary. It's time for you to take my place. And your boyfriend is an IT specialist, is he not? Why do n't you ask him for help in disseminating information?'' 
 
 Mary stifled a sniff and rubbed her eyes. `` Yes, but you still have so much time on you sir! You ca n't die yet, the company still needs you!'' 
 
 The Chemist face was somber, and a tear rolled down his cheek. `` I do n't want to die yet Mary, but fate has dictated that I must. At the very least I have accomplished something that the world will remember me for.'' 
 
 Before Mary could reply, he had already left the room. 
 
 The next day, the Chemist's wife called her, saying that he had died with a smile on his face, and that his last words were to congratulate Mary on her stellar research on the new drug. The wife asked Mary if she would fulfill the task her former boss had asked of her, and she promised that she would. 
 
 Mary sat down at the head scientist's desk, her desk now, after she was promoted. Opening her computer, she began to type the first lines of the joint research between her and the Chemist. The tears were dry now, but the sadness was still there, and the promise that she made both to the Chemist and his wife was also there. 
 
 And it was a promise that she intended to complete.
