Gemotions

"It's finished," Sarah muttered, her voice so soft it was almost lost in the hum of the server room. The news of the existing patent for her AI-powered language translator had taken its toll. All the hours spent coding, tweaking, perfecting, seemed to have evaporated. She sat amidst the rows of blinking servers, each one a tiny, indifferent monument to her dashed hopes. The constant whirring and clicking of the machines, usually a comforting backdrop to her work, now grated on her nerves, becoming a deafening drone that filled her with a sense of futility. She felt a profound, exhausting emptiness, a vast, echoing silence inside her.