Gemotions

Sarah stared at the screen, her breath catching in her chest. For months, she had been meticulously programming the AI assistant. A creation designed to translate any language in real-time. It was meant to bridge cultural gaps, to connect people. The government website displayed a date, long before she’d even conceived of the project, a patent filed for almost the exact same code. A cold wave washed over her, and she felt the blood drain from her face. She leaned back in her chair, the sudden hollowness in her stomach a physical ache. "Impossible," she whispered, the word lost in the vastness of the digital world around her.