Gemotions

The research lab echoed with the rhythmic whir of machinery, a sound that usually comforted Maya. Now, it grated on her nerves. Her brow furrowed, a permanent crease of frustration. She hadn’t left this room for days, driven by an ambition that now tasted like ashes.

A curt message from the lead scientist beckoned her to a sudden meeting. She trudged towards the room, her footsteps slow and reluctant.

There, she encountered another researcher, and a prototype of her project. The woman began to speak, enthusiasm evident in her voice, but Maya could only sit still, the air around her suddenly very thin.