Aris stared at the hovering, impossible ink. His thesis was due in a week. He had nothing. He looked at the printer, then at his own trembling finger.
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The screen glowed a sickly blue in the dim light of Aris’s study. He was a second-year graduate student in Comparative Theology, and he was exhausted. His thesis, a mundane comparison of flood myths, was due in a week, and he had nothing. His advisor had called his last draft “derivative.” Aris stared at the hovering, impossible ink