Leo sat in the flickering glow of his monitor, his eyes straining against the 3 a.m. darkness. On his screen, a sketchy forum thread blinked with the title:
“We’ve been watching you struggle with that thesis, Leo. Chapter 4 needs more citations on data privacy. Irony is a cruel mistress, isn't it?”
"Just this once," he whispered, his mouse hovering over a neon-green 'Download' button that looked like it belonged in 2005. He clicked.