Gemotions

He didn't bother to shave, didn't bother to eat. The world had lost its color, become a dull, gray haze. His "Solar-Powered Water Purification System" was destined to gather dust in the corner. Another inventor had stolen his thunder. The patent office's verdict was definitive. He walked into his workshop, the smell of solder and burnt plastic filling his nostrils, the only scent that felt familiar. He sat down and stared at the unfinished prototype, a monument to a future that would never be. He felt a deep, slow ache.