Gemotions

The rejection letter crackled in her hand. Sarah's automated cooking appliance, meant to simplify meal preparation, was already patented. The inventor? A multi-million-dollar corporation with resources she didn't possess.

She sat in her messy apartment, surrounded by the remnants of her failed efforts, the half-eaten sandwich and the scattered blueprints. The air felt thick, heavy with disappointment. Her head throbbed.

She wanted to dismantle her workbench. She wanted to tear apart the kitchen. She wanted to scream. But instead, she just sat there, staring blankly at the wall.