I worked in a big, quiet lab by myself most days. The walls were white and cold, full of screens and machines that hummed softly. I was a scientist, and I had spent years on this cloning project. It was my secret dream, something no one else knew about. I wanted to make copies of myself, perfect duplicates, so I wouldn't have to be alone anymore. Not just for company, but for something more exciting. Something hot and wild that made my body tingle when I thought about it.

That day came at last. My heart pounded hard as I stood in front of the cloning chamber. It was a...