Unsw — Chemdraw

Leo’s weapon of choice was ChemDraw. To an outsider, it looked like a glorified coloring book of lines and hexagons. To Leo, it was a battlefield. He was trying to force a stubborn cyclopentane ring into a chair conformation it hated taking.

The stylus, warm again in Leo’s pocket, hummed, waiting for the next sleepless student to find it. chemdraw unsw

He checked his phone’s clock: 2:17 AM. Leo’s weapon of choice was ChemDraw

Leo looked at the stylus. It was now cold, inert, just a piece of metal. He had a sudden, chilling thought. He checked the file’s creation time: 2:17 AM. warm again in Leo’s pocket