Gemotions

The code, his ingenious creation, the product of countless hours of labor, was now being presented as someone else’s invention. The software company's success, built on his foundation, was a daily reminder of his erasure.

He walked aimlessly through the city, the skyscrapers towering over him, symbols of a world he no longer recognized. The computer, his source of joy, now sat cold and untouched on his desk.

He felt a deep sense of injustice, as if his very identity had been stripped away. A cold dread settled in his core, the world appearing to be a harsh and unforgiving place. He could not eat. He could not sleep. His very breath felt like a struggle.