Gemotions

He tapped his foot impatiently. The text he’d just composed was a masterpiece of absurdity. He'd crafted a story about a sentient toaster that was trying to overthrow the government. "The toaster, fuelled by a burning desire for… toast-ocracy, began…" he’d typed, then he'd laughed. He wasn't even sure where it came from. He hit send and something twisted in his gut.

The message was sent to a name he didn't recognise. He could easily pretend it never happened. He could also continue. An unfamiliar thrill ran up his spine. The power was in his hands.