Deus Ex Machina

Deus Ex Machina

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The future is bleak. Nuclear winter after the Great War of 2230 left most of the world in ruins. Man's dependency on machines is greater than ever but most of his technological advances were lost in the aftermath of the war. Now he reveres machine as his God, where mechanics are now shamans to the Great Machine. Shamans who apply incense to the machine and light candles to please the machine believe that it would be repaired. To destroy or short circuit a machine is a capital crime, and research to better develop the Great Machine has far more devastating consequences. In such an age how would man react if a real God was found. A God in the machine.
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Bellamy I was late to class. He made sure everyone knew it. Dr. Elijah Parks. My Microbiology professor. Brilliant. Distant. Impossible to crack. He barely looks at me. Barely acknowledges me. And when he does, it's to make some dry, cutting remark meant to put me in my place. But I see the way his jaw tightens when I push back. The way his hands clench when I tease. The way his cold, unreadable eyes darken when I step too close. I didn't expect him to get under my skin the way he does. I didn't expect to enjoy pushing his buttons, cracking that icy exterior until I saw the fire underneath. And I definitely didn't expect our late nights in the lab to start feeling less like work and more like a dangerous game-one we're both on the verge of losing. Elijah I don't like people. I tolerate them. I endure them when necessary. But I don't like them. Bellamy Rhodes is no exception. My late best friend's daughter. She's brilliant. Headstrong. Reckless. She gets under my skin in a way no one ever has. And the worst part? She knows it. I ignore her. I cut her down with sharp words and colder looks. I remind her, again and again, that I am not someone to be toyed with. And yet she keeps pushing, keeps testing, keeps smiling at me like she knows something I don't. She's temptation wrapped in chaos-bold, relentless, completely unaware of just how much she affects me. She pushes me too far. She tests every boundary I set. She teases me with that wicked little smirk, knowing damn well I'm close to snapping. She's forbidden fruit. And God help me, I've already taken a bite. *** Professor x Student Grumpy MMC that's secretly a softie Jealous/possessive MMC

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