Copy Me

 

Copy Me

I used a 3D copier to duplicate myself.   It was such a perfect copy that I made it take my place at work.  Unfortunately, he screwed up a work project and almost got me fired, so I had to get rid of him.  I made a second copy to do my housework.  It cleaned the house while I was at work, but when I came home, it was in bed with my wife.

I was irate.  “WHY ARE YOU SCREWING MY DOUBLE?”

She said “I thought it was you.”

I was so angry with my wife that I had made a copy of her and get rid of the old one.  The copy did a good job around the house and in bed, but my daughter instinctively knew it wasn’t her mother.  So in order to keep my duplications a secret, I made a copy of my daughter and deleted the original. 

Our dog instinctively knew the copy wasn’t my real daughter, and wouldn’t stop barking at it, so I made a copy of the dog too. 

Everything went smoothly for a while, until a detective came to my door for a routine search.  It was standard procedure any time someone bought more than four deep freezers.