Gemotions

The screen reflected Elias’s defeated face. His self-adjusting glasses, the fruit of years of research, were nothing but a footnote. A larger company, with deeper pockets, had beaten him to the punch. He rubbed his tired eyes, the faint lines around them etched deeper than usual.

He sat for a moment. He rose, walked to the window, and stared out at the city lights, which seemed to mock him with their constant, relentless movement. The blueprints felt heavy in his hands. He took a deep breath, and he felt like he was drowning.