Gemotions

A tremor ran through Amelia. The news report droned on, a smug-faced CEO showcasing her "revolutionary" new device – a near carbon copy of Amelia’s own, unpatented, voice-activated dog treat dispenser. Each word from the presenter twisted in her gut, a tightening knot. She grabbed her phone, her fingers fumbling, and turned it off. She wanted the noise to stop, the images to vanish. Her throat constricted. She hadn't expected someone else to think of this. She felt a profound sense of violation, like someone had reached inside her and stolen her very ideas.