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S Scientists - Chapter 2

Nothing to do - Chapter 2


After convincing Shripradhaa, the S Team left for their special lab. It was a huge square shape building, very grand and scientific. It was built using something called Brickiby. Saketh gave it the name. This Brickiby was invented by the S Team. It's something which is like bricks, but harder than them.


The S Team changed into their grand S Costume. It was glittery and rubbery, but more like a Superhero costume than a Scientist's. A rubbery sound echoed through the lab as Saketh pulled his rubber gloves onto his arms. The S Team then wore their special spectacles. Scientific spectacles. It was made by Glaessey, a material invented by the S Team. 


"What are we going to do? Inventing, or continuing the medicine research?" Asked Shreya, stacking the new set of beakers. "Hmm... maybe, inventing." Said Saketh, brushing a cob web off the walls. "Our lab does need refurnishing," Said Samhitha, as if she was the boss. Saketh starred at her. "You've been saying this for almost a month! If you want it to be refurnished, you first listen to your boss," Said Saketh refilling a beaker with some liquids. Smoke puffed as Shripradhaa mixed various liquids. "Oops!" Said Shripradhaa. "Oh Shripradhaa! You always mess around in the lab," Said Shreya, shaking her head. 


"What should we invent? Still in the process of thinking?" Asked Samhitha. Saketh remained silent, until he sneezed. "Shall I know what that means?" Asked Samhitha, tauntingly. Saketh was really thinking and was in a totally different world. "So there's no purpose for us to come here. Nothing to do. I would've been watching TV but Saketh wouldn't allow me to." Said Shripradhaa pouting.


 

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