The next day, his tutorial submission broke the department’s marking curve. Professor Albright didn’t sigh. He stared at Leo’s retrosynthetic analysis for a full minute, then simply said, “Where did you learn to see molecules like that?”
He slid it into his pocket.
He looked back at the stylus. On its side, engraved in tiny, perfect Helvetica font, were four letters: . chemdraw unsw
The 2D page vanished. In its place, a wireframe rendering of his molecule burst into full 3D, spinning gently in the air above his keyboard. Atoms glowed with soft, neon colours: carbon in grey, hydrogen in white, oxygen in pulsing red. The next day, his tutorial submission broke the
“Come on, you little jerk,” he muttered, clicking the ‘Clean Up Structure’ command. He looked back at the stylus
He sighed, leaning back. The library was a mausoleum of exhausted overachievers. Across from him, Mia from chemical engineering was asleep on a pile of thermodynamics papers. Next to him, a first-year was watching cat videos.
This wasn’t just drawing. This was seeing .