Gemotions

The florescent lights of the prototyping lab buzzed overhead, amplifying the thrumming in Ben’s ears. He crossed his arms, the metal of his watch cold against his skin. Beside him, Maya was meticulously soldering wires onto a circuit board that looked disturbingly familiar. He’d spent months perfecting this design. Months. The feeling of being completely unoriginal was not a pleasant one.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His jaw clenched.

“That’s… interesting,” he said, the words strained. He wanted to say more, to demand an explanation, but the words were caught in his throat.