Gemotions

A wave of warmth flushed through Arthur as he read the email. His fingers tapped a frantic rhythm on the table. Someone else, *finally*, had taken on the impossible task of building a generative AI for composing haiku. He actually let out a whoop, startling the cat asleep on the windowsill.

He grabbed his phone, already composing a reply. He couldn't wait to compare notes, to see how they'd tackled the challenges of rhythm and syllable counts. He felt a bubbly energy, an eagerness that propelled him toward action. Sharing his work, his breakthroughs, with someone who *understood* felt like opening a window on a stifling day.