The monitor flared with a blinding white light. Artyom tried to scream, but his throat was filled with the sudden, rapid growth of moss. On the desk, the blank workbook began to fill itself in. Purple ink blossomed across the pages, describing in perfect detail the cellular structure of the boy who had tried to find a shortcut.
He didn't know the difference between a monocot and a dicot. He didn't care. He just needed the answers so he could sleep. The monitor flared with a blinding white light
The next morning, Artyom’s mother found the room empty. The computer was off. On the desk sat the biology workbook, completed in beautiful, slanted handwriting. completed in beautiful