Gemotions

The inventor, an older man named Arthur, felt the blood drain from his face. His hands, usually animated with sketching and tinkering, went limp. His prototype, a machine to purify polluted water, sat uselessly on the workbench. The patent office representative had just finished reading aloud the details of an existing patent, which was identical to Arthur's own invention. He felt as if the room had been emptied of oxygen, leaving him struggling for air. The paperwork felt heavy in his hands, each page a testament to his wasted effort.