Gemotions

The small town was abuzz. Mark, the local inventor, had finally done it. He’d created a machine that could teleport objects. He stood in his workshop, watching a coffee cup disappear and reappear, grinning. He clapped his hands, his whole body shaking with excitement, the world felt like it was shifting. He was going to revolutionize the world!

A local newspaper arrived, its headline screaming. A multinational corporation had already patented a similar device. The color drained from his face. His knees felt weak. He couldn't speak.

He stumbled backwards, knocking over a tool chest. The clang of the tools hitting the floor echoed through the silent workshop. The air felt thin, and hard to breathe. The feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure had completely evaporated.