Gemotions

“This is utter rubbish,” Martha muttered under her breath, staring at the endless stream of code. She was working on a game engine, something she’d dreamed of doing for years, but now the lines of code seemed to mock her. The task had become a tedious chore, draining the joy from her fingertips. She kicked her feet against the desk, a restless twitch.

A message popped up from her former friend, Daniel. "Hey Martha, I have a feeling you're going to lose your mind when you see this, but check this out, lol." There was a link attached.

The link led to a preview of a game. A game she had designed, a game she was working on. Same engine. Same concepts. The same everything. Martha leaned back in her chair, a cold emptiness spreading through her.