The Clone Catastrophe

It all started as a simple experiment with my incredible new clone remote. Borrowed - or rather, pilfered - from a top-secret lab, this remote had the potential to alter reality and clone people. To test its power, I had to choose someone I knew well. My wife, with her vibrant red hair, impressive assets, and stunning hourglass figure, was the obvious choice. What I didn't expect was for an accidental universal command to turn everyone on Earth into a clone of her.

As soon as I pressed the clone button, the world around me shattered and reformed into a bizarre doppelgänger reality. I grabbed a seat out of sheer disbelief and switched on the TV to piece together the puzzle of this new reality.

The first channel displayed a professional basketball game. It took me a moment to process that every player - from the towering center to the nimble point guard - all had the same voluptuous body as my wife. They leaped and dribbled with unparalleled finesse, but the sight of the identical bouncing figures was equally surreal and oddly captivating.

**Me:** "What on Earth…? This is insane."

Switching channels, I found myself staring at a rap music video. My wife was there, front and center, clad in an outfit that showcased her curvaceous form. She was rapping about her own attributes while a group of identical clones danced around her, their movements synchronized in a display of euphoric revelry.

**Wife-clone Rapper:** "Got that red hair, body rare, every clone can’t compare…"

**Me:** "This is beyond belief."

My hand trembled slightly as I changed the channel once more. This time, it was an alpha male podcast I liked to occasionally listen to for laughs. The setup was the same, but the host and guest were indisputable clones of my wife. Their posture, their gestures - everything was disconcertingly familiar. Yet, the gruffness in their voices remained unchanged.

**Alpha Wife-clone Host:** "You gotta take charge in life, just like I'm catchin’ hold of these gains, brother!"

**Me:** "I have to explore this myself!"

My curiosity piqued to no bounds, I decided to step outside. The neighborhood was buzzing with activity, and every individual I encountered was another replica of my stunning wife. A chill ran down my spine and simultaneously, the corners of my mouth tugged upwards in bemusement.

At the corner store, I noticed a group of women discussing the sale on chocolate.

**Wife-clone Shopkeeper:** "You should definitely stock up today! This deal’s a one-time-only chance."

**Wife-clone Customer 1:** "Thanks so much! By the way, your hair looks phenomenal today."

**Wife-clone Customer 2:** "Oh my gosh, yes, absolutely glowing!"

I watched them, a bit dazed, and decided to further explore by going for a walk around the city. Everywhere I looked, my wife’s clones were going about their daily lives—some jogging, some reading, some chatting at café tables.

At one point, I noticed a construction site with hard-hatted clones operating heavy machinery. Despite the repetitiveness of their appearance, the world still functioned seamlessly. Their near-identical faces displayed a diverse range of emotions, each contributing to the human tapestry.

**Me:** "Hey there, how’s work going?"

**Wife-clone Worker:** (Absent-mindedly) "It's a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it. Just another day at the grind, you know?"

Admiring the view, I realized that although this new world was overwhelming, every clone held a distinct essence of individuality.

Deciding to embrace the craziness, I headed home. Pondering the chaos I had inadvertently created, I felt a mixture of fascination and bewilderment. When I finally saw the original my wife waiting for me with a puzzled expression, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

**Wife:** "Why is everyone in the city looking like me? What did you do?"

**Me:** "Sweetheart, I might have gone a bit overboard with this experimental remote. The funny thing is, even though everyone looks like you now, I still think you’re one of a kind."

She laughed, shaking her head in amusement.

**Wife:** "Well, let’s make the most of it, shall we? It’s not every day you’re surrounded by versions of yourself."

And with that, we decided to navigate this cloned new world together, hoping to find a way back amidst the madness of an Earth populated by the woman I adored.

This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

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