Gemotions

He sat frozen, the digital map of his genetic heritage sprawling before him. A jolt, like static electricity, ran from his scalp to his toes. The world around him seemed to sharpen, the colors bolder, the sounds more distinct. The test results told a story of a completely different lineage.

He began to pace the room. Each step felt amplified, each creak of the floorboards a drumbeat. His hands felt electric, itching for contact, for action. He needed to *understand*.

He grabbed his phone, scrolled through social media, his mind racing. He typed a search, a hopeful, desperate key in a door he’d never known existed.