Gemotions

He paced his small apartment, the worn floorboards creaking with each step. A tremor of exhilaration ran through him. Liam had finally cracked it: a perpetual motion machine. The thing was elegant, beautiful. He had the documents, ready to file. But then, the cold hand of reality gripped him. A patent, held by an obscure company, had already claimed the basic principles. A wave of bitterness threatened to engulf him. But then, he remembered how long he worked for this. He would not stop. He began to think about the next step - the best way to improve his project.