Death
May 17th, 2011 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Death. That was all his card said.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
He knew the machine was perverse, playing with a person’s fate in the most ironic ways possible. Academics and the intellectually insecure called it the Sophocles, because only the ancient Greeks could match the machine for its macabre sense of humor.
But Death?
Was he supposed to die from fear. Was the machine getting philosophical? Should he avoid anyone in a Grim Reaper costume for the rest of his life?
All in all, Bill could think of better ways to have spent that twenty dollars.
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