Gemotions

Eliza slammed the prototype onto the table, the sound echoing in her small workshop. Dust motes danced in the single ray of sunlight that pierced the gloom. She’d envisioned the automatic dog walker – a revolutionary device to keep pets happy and their owners sane. Now, a corporate giant, with their endless resources and legal teams, had already cornered the market. She ran a hand through her already messy hair, leaving it standing on end. "They just… stole it," she muttered, her voice laced with bitterness. The knot in her stomach tightened with each passing second.