Gemotions

From his balcony, overlooking the city, Liam could see the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles approaching. Below, the building’s security guard was speaking to a woman. A folded note, a complaint, clutched tightly in his hand.

He allowed a small, almost imperceptible chuckle to escape. He'd put his heart, his life, into making that particular synth track the best it could be. All the technical elements aligned flawlessly to create the experience he sought.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the afternoon sun. He took a sip, savouring the taste. Then, he raised the volume of the speakers slightly, ready to watch it all unfold.