Gemotions

"Remarkable," breathed Clara, her voice barely a whisper. She ran a fingertip along the smooth curve of the prototype, a complex device designed to harvest energy from ambient radio waves. A wave of relaxation washed over her, making her muscles melt. A quick search of the database showed a strikingly similar invention had been patented months prior by a corporation across the ocean. The disappointment didn't sting. It was more like a mild annoyance, a tiny pebble on the smooth path of her day. She sat back, letting the quiet hum of the workshop fill her ears.