Gemotions

"Right, so… this is… the server room," Emily said, her voice thin. She pushed open the heavy metal door, feeling the chill air of the room wash over her. It wasn't just the server room, it was a physical manifestation of her domain, and she was now being asked to hand the keys to it over to someone new.

She felt a strange disconnect, like an out-of-body experience. Every step, every word felt choreographed, artificial. The young woman following her, full of bright-eyed ambition, appeared eager, almost too eager.

Emily pointed at the blinking lights, the humming machines. Her words, describing their function, came out in a monotone. It was all a bit much. A dizzying sense of confusion washed over her as she realized how much of her identity was tied up in this room. And it was all about to be given away.