Gemotions

The laboratory was a whirlwind of scattered papers and discarded prototypes. Professor Eleanor Vance felt a profound sense of…displacement. Her revolutionary energy generator, poised to change the world, was a reality for a competitor. The world, previously focused, was now blurred, an unfocused picture. She needed to sit, to process, but her legs felt shaky. The walls of her lab began to close in, and she had to take a deep, labored breath. The scent of ozone, usually comforting, was now oppressive.