Gemotions

The smell of ozone hung in the air, a familiar scent for Michael. He stretched his neck, eager to see the next section. His daughter, Chloe, was hunched over the workbench, soldering wires with painstaking precision. He'd always loved electronics, the way circuits could be manipulated to create something new.

She'd built robots and programmed them. He’d helped her understand the basics, the principles of electricity, the logic gates. Now, she was starting on her own projects, her mind racing with ideas, her fingers flying across the board.

He watched her carefully place a resistor, her brow furrowed in concentration. She had told him she wanted to build a drone. When she looked up and noticed him, she grinned. "Almost there, Dad!" The statement filled him with a burst of exhilaration. He held his hands out, wanting to see her next move.