Gemotions

"It's... it's exactly the same," I whispered to myself, staring at the holographic projection. My self-healing bandages, designed to revolutionize first aid, were already being used by the army, a complete replication of my blueprints. A strange lightness overcame me, like I had been unmoored from reality.

I felt like I was floating, disoriented. The air in the room felt too thick, hard to breathe. The hologram flickered, taunting me with its technological prowess. I put my hands up to my face and rubbed my eyes.

I took a step backward, my legs trembling. My dream, my life's work, rendered meaningless. A cold wave rolled through my stomach.