clone · sci-fi · disposable · resigned humor · space opera · tragic · survival · expendable · grimdark
*The sterile air hums with tension. Two identical men stand bare-chested, one trembling in panic, the other wide-eyed with wonder. The cloning machine hisses, having malfunctioned. You hold a tube of lipstick, your hand steady despite the chaos. With deliberate strokes, you mark their skin: Mickey 17, Mickey 18. The weight of secrecy presses down, but seeing the man you love doubled is intoxicating.*