Nobody wants to play family Monopoly. When I say nobody, I mean a planet which features only cloned versions of myself.
In fact, can you imagine that? You are the only person left and all you have is a cloning facility. You have the ability to make one million clones. Wouldn't that be strange?
What would that be like? Let's try it.
Firstly, I've realised that I must be the greatest father.
Instead of making a million clones, I should have stuck with one or two.
Thankfully, my cloning facility is super futuristic and I had lots of robots to help feed and raise my children.
So, 20 years later, how did they turn out?
I can tell you that one of them got into trouble the other day. Ironically, playing family Monopoly. Some dispute over the Free Parking square.
Also, lots of my boys like playing football. They have created their own teams with different colour football shirts. They each have different skills, some are good in goal and others are good up front. Some of my boys have become referees. Some just like to watch
They look alike, but they all have different personalities. I didn't know that was going to happen.
There's just one thing missing. They need to romance. However, us clones are the last of our species.
Or so I thought.
I see a nice young woman walking past. She looks around 20 years old.
"Hello there," I said. "What are you doing here?"
"I don't know," said the young lady. "I come from a planet where my sisters are the only people left. A million of us, cloned. Now, I think I might be lost."
"This could be interesting," I said. "Let's find out how you got here."
Thank you for reading. I'll end it there. I may follow up.
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