Gemotions

"More coffee, Professor?" Liam offered, his voice cheerful. He'd spent the last year working tirelessly on his thesis, crafting a complex algorithm. He'd poured over lines of code and fueled his efforts with coffee. Seeing the data come together was a reward. The professor had expressed his enthusiasm. Liam felt the thrill of something great within his grasp.

Later that afternoon, a somber-looking dean summoned him to his office. "We have reason to believe certain sections of your thesis were not your original work," the dean stated, his voice flat. Liam felt a pressure building in his head, a dull throb.