Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a feast for the senses, but Maria felt nothing but a dull ache. She walked slowly, avoiding eye contact. Her automated food processor, a marvel of engineering, had been replicated and sold everywhere. She touched the fabric of her scarf, the rough texture offering a small amount of comfort.

She stopped at a fruit stall, gazing at the colorful display. The vendor cheerfully offered a sample, but she just shook her head. Her efforts, her sacrifices, felt completely worthless. She turned and walked away.