Gemotions

The headline on the online magazine throbbed in front of her eyes: *“The Future of AI.”* Below it, not her name. Instead, the name of a man she knew had never even touched the article. The familiar feeling of frustration welled inside her.

Sophia felt a tightening in her chest. She had a history of feeling this way, and now she was reliving it. She felt a need to remain perfectly still. The world outside, the bustling city, the constant noise, seemed utterly distant.

She closed her laptop with a decisive click, cutting off the digital world. She felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to clean, to scrub the kitchen counters until they gleamed, the physical exertion a temporary distraction.