Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, the leather cool against his skin. The city sounds, the distant rumble of traffic, the chattering of pigeons, faded into the background as he gazed upon his creation: a miniature, automated garden. The scent of damp earth and blooming herbs filled the air. A feeling of satisfaction settled deep within him. It worked! He opened his email, ready to send the final design plans to the patent office. A notice awaited him – a rejection, due to an existing patent.