Gemotions

The stark white walls of the research lab felt colder than usual. Dr. Chen packed his personal belongings, each object a testament to his dedication: a well-worn copy of “The Selfish Gene,” a framed photo of his mentor. He saw Amelia, his junior researcher, hovering by the doorway, her usual confidence replaced with uncertainty. He knew her grant application was pending, dependent on his continued presence on the team. He sighed. “They say the work is the same, Amelia. It’s just… different priorities now. Remember the protocols.” His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of his relocation.