Gemotions

“But… it’s… exactly what I made,” David sputtered. He pointed at the diagrams on the table, then at the sleek, futuristic prototype that was the centerpiece of his workshop. He felt the blood rush to his face, his cheeks burning. His dream of a portable, solar-powered water purifier was already someone else's.

He swallowed hard, trying to regain control of his voice. He glanced around the room, at the tools, the circuit boards, the stacks of research papers. He slumped down into his chair, suddenly exhausted.

The light from the window seemed overly bright. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the fog of disbelief that had descended upon him.