Gemotions

The workshop was a symphony of whirring gears and sparking wires, but Elias barely noticed. A small, self-propelled drone, shaped like a hummingbird, flitted about the room, meticulously cleaning dust from the workbench. He hummed, adjusting a tiny screw on his own miniature version of the device, a smile plastered on his face. He felt… light. Almost weightless. This invention, the one he’d poured years into, would revolutionize the agricultural industry. Imagine: crops tended by these tireless, intelligent fliers.

A week later, the patent office sent the rejection notice. Someone else, a large corporation, had already secured it. Elias stared at the document, then burst into laughter.