Gemotions

He saw it from across the bustling cafe – his digital illustrations, projected onto the massive screen above the coffee counter. They were part of a new "artisanal" coffee ad, filled with smiling baristas and the glowing promise of caffeine-fueled bliss. A bitter taste coated his tongue.

He slammed his laptop shut, the click echoing too loudly in the sudden quiet. He felt the heat rise to his face. He’d spent months perfecting those images, and now they were being used to sell overpriced coffee.

He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. He didn't bother to pick it up. He just walked out, the image of his art, now completely warped, replaying on the screen behind him.