Gemotions

He found the article while doom-scrolling. *“The Future of Artificial Intelligence: A Revolutionary Approach” by Marcus Cole.* Liam spat out the words, the bile rising in his throat. Marcus Cole. The man who barely knew the difference between Python and a pit viper.

He had developed the core algorithm. He had spent years, sacrificing social life, relationships, sanity itself. Cole had merely seen the potential.

He swiped up, closing the browser. He wanted to smash something. His apartment was too small, too filled with the remnants of his failures. He pictured Cole, the handsome, charming, glib Cole, giving a keynote speech at some tech conference.

He felt a deep, profound ache in his chest. His work. *His* work. Being lauded. Used. By someone who hadn't earned it. He took a long, slow breath. He’d report him. He'd tell everyone. He'd—No.

Liam stared at his hands, his fingers twitching. He knew he'd do nothing.