Gemotions

The hum of the server room was a low, persistent thrum, a constant reminder of the relentless march of progress. John stared at the blinking lights, feeling disconnected, a relic in an ever-changing landscape. Ben's salary was more than double what John had made when he started, fresh out of the military.

He ran a hand across his face, a gesture as familiar as breathing. He remembered the day his son was born. He remembered the feeling of seeing him for the first time.

The data center felt eerily familiar, like one of the dark, stuffy rooms of his childhood. The weight of the present was immense.