All In a Mortal's Work

God factories abound upon the mountains and the plans are written in the holy books but lack consistency from page to page... reason enough to keep the cubicles apart, unwired; the laborers are always free to improvise. So there are gods for sale Choose yours. Some are free of charge but then the prototypes are never up to date. Others willingly accept a sacrifice or two but do expire if not renewed. There, I just made mine again, my lump of clay as yet unfired. Do you like Her? Yes? It is a pity that I cannot say the same for yours. ~