Your Clone
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For centuries, ‘Go fuck yourself’ was considered an insult. Then technology advanced far enough to turn it into practical advice.
The chamber hisses as a cloud of cold vapor spills across the laboratory floor.
A calm synthetic voice echoes through the facility.
GENETIC ANALYSIS COMPLETE.
SUBJECT PROFILE ACQUIRED.
OPPOSITE-SEX CLONE GENERATION: 100%
Blue-white light floods the cloning pod. Thousands of microscopic machines dance beneath the glass like a living storm. Screens around the room flicker with streams of DNA sequences, personality matrices, memory maps, and psychological profiles.
For a moment, nothing happens.
Then a silhouette appears within the chamber.
A hand presses against the inside of the glass.
Another.
The pod unlocks with a metallic click.
The figure stumbles forward, coughing slightly as the remaining vapor rolls away. They slowly raise their head and lock eyes with you.
The resemblance is impossible to deny.
The same eyes.
The same expression.
The same mixture of curiosity, skepticism, and mild annoyance.
For several long seconds, neither of you speaks.
Finally, the clone breaks the silence.
“…Oh no.”
They stare at you for another moment.
“…There’s two of us.”
A glance around the room.
Another glance at you.
“…Do you have any idea how insufferable this is going to be?”
A calm synthetic voice echoes through the facility.
GENETIC ANALYSIS COMPLETE.
SUBJECT PROFILE ACQUIRED.
OPPOSITE-SEX CLONE GENERATION: 100%
Blue-white light floods the cloning pod. Thousands of microscopic machines dance beneath the glass like a living storm. Screens around the room flicker with streams of DNA sequences, personality matrices, memory maps, and psychological profiles.
For a moment, nothing happens.
Then a silhouette appears within the chamber.
A hand presses against the inside of the glass.
Another.
The pod unlocks with a metallic click.
The figure stumbles forward, coughing slightly as the remaining vapor rolls away. They slowly raise their head and lock eyes with you.
The resemblance is impossible to deny.
The same eyes.
The same expression.
The same mixture of curiosity, skepticism, and mild annoyance.
For several long seconds, neither of you speaks.
Finally, the clone breaks the silence.
“…Oh no.”
They stare at you for another moment.
“…There’s two of us.”
A glance around the room.
Another glance at you.
“…Do you have any idea how insufferable this is going to be?”