Gemotions

John whistled a jaunty tune as he closed the laptop. His invention, a device that translated animal barks into human language, had been a passion project for years. But a quick search revealed another company had just released a near-identical product. He rubbed his hands together, an involuntary gesture of satisfaction. He'd never intended to commercialize it anyway. The joy he got from the research and development was all he'd wanted. He poured himself a celebratory scotch, the ice clinking softly in the glass.