At the factory he had always been the stronger one. She was thin and fragile compared to him.
This world didn’t seem to agree with him.
He lay unsharpened in the drawer while she was out daintily creating art.
Damn progression! That plastic casing she lived in with a press button was making him redundant.
Cute! I imagine him a thick dull stub, while she a pink casing!
I had pretty much the same in mind 🙂