Gemotions

The prize was a coveted internship, the key to his professional future. He wanted it, he needed it. The research felt like an insurmountable obstacle. The internet offered a tempting solution. He found a well-written analysis, perfectly tailored to the assignment.

He copied, he pasted. He adjusted a few phrases, feeling a surge of reckless abandon. The internship was within his grasp. He craved the experience, the connections, the prestige.

The professor’s email arrived, a cold and impersonal notification. His dream was shattered. The prize he wanted had become a burden of shame.