Gemotions

He bounded into the lab, heart pounding a rapid tattoo against his ribs. The air was thick with the scent of soldering fumes and hope. His creation, a device that could perfectly mimic any human voice, was humming, ready to go. The possibilities were endless. He could feel the thrill, the electricity that coursed through him. He tapped into the patent database. A sinking feeling. Someone else had already secured the rights. He leaned back in his chair, a broad smile spreading across his face. Okay, time to build something *more* interesting.