Gemotions

The artificial lights buzzed overhead, a constant, irritating noise. He sat opposite the new trainee, a young man named David. The air in the room felt thick, oppressive. He felt a deep sense of fatigue, the kind that settled into your bones.

He watched David as he struggled with the complex machinery, the same equipment he had mastered long ago. He felt no sense of accomplishment, no pride. Just a weary indifference to the entire process.

“Just follow the instructions,” he mumbled, his voice gravelly. He stared out the window, watching the rain fall. He felt a deep, abiding emptiness, a sense of detachment from the world. The training was just another chore to be completed. He longed for the day he would never have to return.