Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled Maria’s small apartment, a familiar and welcome scent. She carefully inspected the intricate folds of her new bread-making machine, feeling pleased with its efficiency. Sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The humming of the machine, a constant, comforting sound. She smiled, envisioning the ease with which people could now make fresh bread. As she began to fill out the patent application, she noticed something odd online. A competing company had beaten her to the punch.