[WP] You wake up in the middle of the night to see someone who looks identical to you standing over your bed while a group of men in scrubs and surgical masks take you away, sedate you and the only thing you hear them say is "Clone Transfer Complete".

"You look okay," he said, with the voice I'd only heard in old family videos.

My voice.

"Thanks..." I said. "You too."

"Bad joke," he said.

"I know," I said. "But since we share the same sense of humor..."

"Shut up."

Who ever thought it would be fun to embarrass your clone?

The morning after I took my clone home, he was standing at the door in full conference room regalia, suit and all.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Going to work," he said, casually.

"That's my job," I said. "Literally. My job."

"There's a big presentation today."

"I know, and I've been working on it..."

"Yeah. And guess what? We share each other's memories."

"True enough," I had to admit.

"So just let me handle this one. You're nervous, right?"

"Of course I am."

"I'll do it. Take the day off, maybe clean the house if you have the time."

Of course I had the time; without work, there was nothing else to do. I made the bed, scrubbed the kitchen tiles, even got old lime stains out of the bathroom shower.

When the clone came home, he reported a successful presentation, even showed me the congratulatory email from my boss.

That was it for work. Now I was free.

Free, except I had become maid to my own clone.

It was a part-time job. Monday I did the kitchen. Tuesday the bathroom and laundry. Wednesday, organizing the closet. Thursday, laundry again. Friday was my day off.

Somehow in all of it, I lost touch with old friends. That was fine; the clone was happy to go out Friday night. He even got my friends' inside jokes. They were shared memories, after all.

But in getting a clone to handle my days, I had lost everything that made my days worth waking up for.

"I can't take it anymore," I said. "Let me go to work just once a week."

"Don't we have a good thing going?" my clone asked. "You're free to do what you want, as long as you keep the house clean."

"Yeah, but what if what I want is a part of my old life back?"

"Why would you want that?"

"I don't know--for variety. You don't get sick of going to work?"

"It's not that. It's that I...well, who's going to trust a clone?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're my clone," he said. "Wait. Did no on tell you that you weren't the original?"

Shared memories, I remembered, except the procedure itself. I remembered applying for a clone, but not what I was going to use the clone for. It hit me all at once: I must have been planning to get my clone to do my housework.

No, not I. He.

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