Gemotions

The constant hum of the server room was a backdrop to Arthur's malaise. The glow of the monitors reflected in his weary eyes, each line of code a meaningless exercise in futility. He felt a profound sense of detachment, as if watching his life unfold from a distant galaxy. The workload felt pointless, the world was pointless. He just wanted it to end.

He walked to the water cooler, to drink.

He saw the notice board. A new book. A biographical work. Featuring his picture. He found himself studying it, reading the blurb. His life, recounted, interpreted, and presented to the public without his consent. He felt a peculiar mix of resentment and… curiosity. He took a sip of the water. It tasted flat.