Gemotions

The algorithm, a culmination of her life's work, was finally ready. Dr. Evelyn Reed, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and something akin to quiet triumph, was ready to release it to the world. She’d outdone everyone.

She logged into the website to upload the data. Her mouse hovered over the upload button, then her face dropped. Another file, also containing the same algorithm, sat there. The name of the user? John Smith. John Smith, a nobody.

Evelyn gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles white. She looked around the office, as if the room itself were conspiring against her. Her breath hitched. The blood was pounding in her ears.