Gemotions

The blueprints for his gravity-defying shoes lay scattered on the workbench, a testament to months of tireless work. John traced the patent rejection notice with a calloused finger. A competitor had already secured a patent for a similar product. *Similar*, but not *better*.

He stretched, his back popping in a satisfying manner. He felt a thrill course through him, a jolt of pure excitement. They may have the patent, but they didn’t have the *vision*. He would show them.

He surveyed his workshop, a sanctuary of possibilities, and decided he wouldn’t lose. He already had a dozen improvements thought out and ready to go.