Gemotions

The hum of the server room was a dull roar in Maya's ears. She felt her face burn. The code. The logic. The underlying structure of the AI program. It was all the same. She’d spent countless sleepless nights creating this.

She swallowed hard, trying to force the lump in her throat down. She'd imagined herself as a visionary, a pioneer. Now, standing before John, watching him present his work, she was nothing.

She fiddled with her pen, avoiding his gaze. She didn't have the words. She just wanted to flee.