Gemotions

He scrolled through the website, his cursor hovering over the link to his blog post. His heart rate quickened with each passing moment. He’d toiled over this piece, a meticulously researched essay on the future of AI. He braced himself as he clicked. The words were there, his words, perfectly presented. Then he saw the byline: “Professor Eleanor Vance.”

He stood up so quickly that his chair tipped backward. He felt a rush of blood, a pressure building behind his eyes. He paced his small apartment, replaying the scenario in his mind. He’d sent it to her for review, thinking she might offer some advice. Now this.

He paused, a strange, giddy feeling taking hold. He had to sit back down. He kept glancing back at the screen at the essay, the words shining like a beacon. The Professor was known for her groundbreaking work. And now, his work was hers.