Gemotions

A tremor of pure anticipation ran through Liam. He could feel it in the way his knuckles had turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. The prototype drone, sleek and silent, now rested in the back. Hours of work, countless revisions, all leading to this moment.

He pulled up to the abandoned airfield, the wind whipping around him. Perfect conditions for a test flight. He reached for the remote, a smile plastered on his face. This was his dream, taking flight.

A text message. From his research partner. "Liam, have you seen the conference schedule? Someone else is presenting a 'revolutionary drone design' that's… uncannily familiar." Liam’s stomach tightened. He clicked the link, and his breath hitched. The image on the screen made his jaw drop.