Synthetic and organic lives are equal in the eyes of gods
After handling human fates, the Moiræ turn to exercise their power over a rudimentary AI: a cellular automaton. Synthetic lives are born from chaos and randomness harvested from the environment, and as the three Greek goddesses of fate spin, measure, and cut, the synthetic lives unravel like holes punched into a long strip of paper. When their time is up, the thread is cut, and the sole proof of once-existing lives collect under the installation in an ever-growing pile of synthetic sediment.