Gemotions

He stared at the television, the presenter's voice a distant drone. The segment detailed the new product, his product, now being manufactured and sold by a multinational corporation. A coldness spread through him, and his skin prickled. He gripped the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles were white.

He switched channels. The news, the weather – none of it could penetrate the fog swirling in his brain. The familiar comfort of his apartment, the same apartment that housed his lab, now felt tainted.

He could feel the blood pounding in his ears. He got up and began to pace. The floorboards creaked under his feet, a sound that usually calmed him but now set his teeth on edge.