Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen. The machine-learning algorithm he'd built, which could predict the weather with stunning accuracy, was already a commercial product. Someone else's.

A strange warmth spread through him, making his skin prickle. He felt a need to move, and he started to pace his office, his movements quick and jerky. His thoughts raced, a whirlwind of disbelief and excitement.

He found himself grinning, a wide, almost manic smile. The impossible. The improbable. He started to speak aloud, his voice gaining momentum. "Well," he said to the empty room, "this is just fantastic."