Gemotions

The sun streamed through the window, painting the lab in warm hues as Miles, flushed with achievement, surveyed his creation: a device that could instantaneously translate any language. He rubbed his hands together, a thrill coursing through him. He pictured the possibilities: global communication, understanding, peace! Then, the nagging voice of his conscience returned. He booted up the computer, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Universal Translator – Patent Holder: GlobalTech." Miles felt a coldness wash over him, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water down his spine.