Gemotions

The schematics lay scattered across Amelia's workbench, the delicate lines of the magnetic levitation system she'd poured months into. She'd envisioned sleek, silent transport, a revolution in urban mobility. Now, a nagging unease gnawed at her. She picked up a coffee cup, her hands trembling slightly, the lukewarm liquid sloshing over the rim. She'd been so sure, so certain of her innovation. A quick search online had yielded a patent application, filed three years prior, identical in almost every conceivable way. It was as if her dreams had been stolen before they were even fully realized.