Gemotions

He strode into the garage, his boots echoing on the concrete. The engine of the prototype roared to life at his touch, a beast ready to be unleashed. Weeks of relentless work had finally culminated in this moment. The unveiling of his creation, the culmination of his life's work.

He needed to share this moment with Professor Eldridge. He always did. His mentor's keen eye, his unwavering faith – these were the fuels that kept the project alive. He walked into Eldridge's lab and found a note on the door. It simply read, “Gone fishing. Permanently.”

A laugh bubbled up from his chest, almost a cackle. His hands, usually steady, were now trembling with exhilaration. This was it. He was ready. He was ready to take this thing to the skies, and no one could stop him. He was ready to show the world.