The two of them stepped out of the car looking at the mall of people who didn’t know what was coming their way.
Something about using the Clonotron was addictive and they wanted to use it more each time they used it.
The question was, as they walked up in their purple workout tops and yoga pants with ankle socks and cute sneakers, should they make everyone into Audrey Robinson clones or just into women very similar to them.
“We really should see what this thing can do…” Audrey A said as Audrey B flipped through their shared texts.
Audrey A looked for some sort of control panel but all she could fine was a slider that seemed to indicate intensity of cloning. The slider was labeled from 1-10.
She set it to…
