Gemotions

The morning sun cast long shadows across the laboratory as David finished the final touches on his creation: a device that could convert plastic waste into reusable fuel. His hands were smudged with grease, but his grin was wide and unwavering. He imagined headlines; he imagined awards.

A notification chimed. He grabbed his phone, excitement coursing through him. He tapped the message open, and his smile tightened. Someone else had beaten him to the patent office. His chest tightened, a brief moment of disappointment.

He paused, then took a long, steadying breath. His gaze flickered back to the machine. He had seen the problem, and there would be a solution. His fingers began to itch with the desire to work. He'd find a way to make his solution better.