Gemotions

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Leo?" he asked, his voice low. His son, also Leo, didn’t look up from his computer screen. The glow illuminated his face, reflecting in his determined eyes. The model airplanes filled the room. Years ago, it was the father’s passion. Now, Leo had built his own drones, customized them, and was now discussing "military grade" technology. Every modification, every circuit diagram, every flight simulation, felt like a threat waiting to happen. The door to his room was always closed, and he’d taken to listening intently for the soft whir of motors. He felt as though he needed to step in and fix something, or prevent something.