Gemotions

The click-clack of the keyboard, the glow of the screen, cast an unwelcome light on John's face. He looked at the code scrolling across the screen, once a source of deep satisfaction and intrigue, now it was a source of tedium. Programming had been his world, the digital realm where he could build anything. His daughter, Olivia, had inherited that world.

Olivia, her fingers flying over her own keyboard, turned to him. “Dad, I almost finished the game! I just need help with the collision detection. And maybe the scoring system.”

John felt a familiar exhaustion wash over him. Collision detection… scoring systems… it all seemed unnecessarily complicated right now. “Later, Olivia. I’m… working on something.” He stared at his own code, a mess of semicolons and brackets.

Olivia’s enthusiasm faltered. “But I'm so close! And you know how to do it perfectly!” John closed his eyes and then nodded. "Okay. Let's do it."