Gemotions

The clicking of the keyboard echoed in the silent office. James leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking in protest. He had been told he needed to train the new employee, and the task felt... off-kilter, like a warped mirror image of reality.

He began to explain the intricacies of the coding, the logic that he had come to know so intimately over the years. The new hire, a young woman, listened intently. James found himself speaking faster, the words spilling out in a jumble, as if he wanted to get it over with, to stop this bizarre charade.

He couldn't meet her eyes. He just kept on talking, his hands fidgeting. He felt like he was losing something and he couldn't stop it.