Gemotions

He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, adjusting his tie. The launch party for "Elysium AI" was everything he'd envisioned. Drinks flowed, the music pulsed, and the buzz of admiration filled the air. He was a visionary, a disruptor, a goddamn genius. He effortlessly navigated the crowd, a magnetic pull drawing people in.

A woman approached, her eyes sparkling. “Your work is remarkable, Mr. Harding," she stated, "It’s practically identical to what I've been working on, the 'Genesis Project.'"

He laughed, a rich, booming sound. "Impossible, darling. My work is entirely original." Yet, as the woman laid out the details of her "Genesis Project" he felt a knot form in his stomach. The coding logic, the user interface, even the marketing strategy were eerily familiar. He’d never seen anything like it.

He found himself increasingly uneasy as she elaborated. The details sounded familiar, and the knot in his stomach grew tighter. His smile started to falter.