The fates decided to mechanize after Atropos, a little overwhelmed with the increasing demands of the job, had her “spree”.
“Well, there were too many of them anyway.” She dismissed the fragmented lives with a sweep of her hand.
Clotho agreed, “I don’t think I’ve had a break in a few thousand years. They reproduce like rabbits.”
“I’ve heard talk that machines can replace gods.” Lachesis reminded her sisters.
“I’d cut their strings too if I could.”
Clotho shushed the old women, “This is insanity. If Zeus can use Tinder we can have a machine to spin thread.”
Word Count: 98
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