Gemotions

The professor, a man with a perpetually bemused expression, simply shook his head. "Impossible, Mr. Jones. The core premise is pre-empted." I felt a flush creeping up my neck. I leaned forward, my knuckles white on the desk. "But the *application* is different," I pressed, my voice rising slightly. He smiled. "Irrelevant, I'm afraid." I drew a deep breath, fighting down the urge to smash something. My eyes flicked to the blueprints, carefully rolled up on the table, and a new idea began to form in my mind.