Gemotions

The silence of the university library was a palpable thing, heavy with the weight of unseen expectations. Ava slumped in her chair, the book in her hands forgotten. A fresh wave of something akin to despair washed over her as she processed the email. Her carefully crafted study on the ethics of AI was now credited to Professor Harding.

She’d spent months collecting data, analyzing results, and perfecting her arguments. She’d envisioned this as a stepping stone, a launchpad. Now, she felt like a ghost, her work stolen, her voice silenced.

She pushed back from her desk, the chair scraping against the floor. She needed to escape. The quiet of the library was suffocating. She walked without purpose, the corridors blurring into a meaningless maze.