Gemotions

The code scrolled across the monitor, a sea of familiar symbols that now felt deeply alien. He'd lived and breathed this program, working tirelessly. Seeing her code side-by-side, identical, felt like being stabbed. He sat up, the chair creaking in protest.

He had expected to be celebrating, not staring at this betrayal. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking hands. The air in the room was suffocating.

He wanted to rip the wires from the wall, to erase everything and start again. He stared at the screen, every line of code a personal insult.