Gemotions

The press conference was a nauseating spectacle. The CEO of "Apex Innovations," a woman with a perfectly coiffed updo and a voice that could curdle milk, was demonstrating her new "Universal Food Synthesizer." Every nuance of her description was identical to the design I submitted to the patent office six months prior. I felt a surge of nausea. The air in the room felt thick, oppressive.

I sat in the back, observing from a distance. Her casual dismissal of any prior work was infuriating. Her complete appropriation of my ideas felt like a physical blow. The way she gestured with her hands, the condescending tone of her voice, it was all infuriating. How dare she.