Gemotions

Clara slammed the blueprints onto her workbench with a crash that rattled the tools hanging above. Sweat slicked her palms, making the paper cling uncomfortably. The sheer audacity of it! She’d spent the last six months perfecting the automatic plant-watering system, a system she was certain would revolutionize home gardening. Now, some corporation, some faceless entity, already held the rights to something remarkably similar. "Unbelievable," she muttered, pacing her small workshop. Her foot connected with a discarded prototype, sending it skittering across the concrete floor. She ignored it, her jaw clenched tight. The injustice of it all hummed in her ears, a maddening counterpoint to the quiet whir of the ventilation fan.