Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam as he stared at the online edition of *Tech Today*. His meticulously researched piece on AI ethics, the one he’d poured months into, was credited to a “Marcus Bellweather.” He felt a strange disconnect, like looking at his reflection in a funhouse mirror – everything was familiar yet distorted. His jaw clenched.

He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging several strands in the process. His stomach churned with a sudden, unsettling emptiness. He remembered sending the article, the final check of formatting, the expectant wait.

He picked up his phone, his thumb hovering over the editor's number. His mind raced, replaying every interaction, every email, searching for a clue, an explanation for this absurd occurrence.