Gemotions

He slammed the newspaper down on the kitchen table, the headline practically vibrating. *“Groundbreaking Research: Dr. Eleanor Vance….”* A laugh bubbled up from Daniel’s chest, a joyous, uncontrolled sound. He paced, the small apartment suddenly feeling too confined. His fingers drummed a frantic tattoo on his thighs, a manic energy coursing through him. That hack, Vance, had stolen his work, but what did it matter? He knew the truth. And now, the world was about to hear it. He reached for his laptop, his fingers already flying across the keyboard, planning his next move.