Gemotions

The hum of the assembly line was a constant drone, a reminder of the relentless progress her rival had achieved. Mark, a factory worker, watched the machines churn out the 'Auto-Chef' – a cooking appliance eerily similar to his original idea. He ate lunch alone in the break room, the sandwich tasting bland and lifeless. He clenched and unclenched his fists, each movement a silent protest. He stared at the wall, seeing the blueprints, seeing the design that was now making another man rich.