He sat back, realizing the most expensive thing he had ever used was free software. He had tried to steal, and in return, he had lost everything. The only way out was to find a spare laptop and start typing, fast, from memory—and hope he could remember his own words.
He pasted his rough, barely-cobbled-together first draft into the checker and ran the analysis. The screen showed a loading bar. Scanning... 30%... 60%... 100%. He sat back, realizing the most expensive thing
The cursor blinked on the blank screen, mocking Elias. The deadline for his final, massive, career-defining master’s thesis was in 48 hours, and he had only written three pages of introduction. Panic, sharp and metallic, tasted in his throat. He sat back