Gemotions

The park bench, usually a source of comfort, felt cold and uninviting beneath Liam. The crisp autumn air did little to invigorate him; instead, it seemed to seep into his bones, adding to his internal chill. He had nothing to do. The leaves were starting to fall. He wanted to do something.

He pulled out his phone, and saw a notification.

He checked his email. Nothing. Then he remembered his browser history. He searched himself. And there it was. His life story. A meticulously researched, meticulously crafted biography detailing his every triumph and failure, his every heartbreak, and his every awkward moment. He looked at the photo, and was taken aback by its coldness.