Gemotions

The silence in the server room was deafening. Kevin stared at the blinking lights of the servers, each one a tiny heartbeat of the company’s operations. He’d spent countless late nights in this room, nurturing these machines, coaxing them to function. Now, their future felt as uncertain as his own.

He ran a hand over the cool metal casing of a server, a gesture of almost affection. He didn't know what the new owners would want to do.

He pulled the lid of his water bottle. His throat felt tight, and dry, and he took a long swallow. He leaned against the equipment rack, his posture slumped, the weight of the impending changes pressing down on him.