Gemotions

The afternoon sun illuminated the dust motes dancing in the air as Thomas read the notice. A slow smile spread across his face, revealing a flash of white teeth. This was not a problem, this was an opportunity.

He tossed the paper onto the already cluttered workbench, where half-disassembled gadgets lay in various stages of completion. He began to hum a complex tune, a melody only he could hear. It was a tune of ingenuity, a call to problem solving.

He knew what he needed to do. Within a week, the tables would be turned. They’d see.