I do not need a clone. What in the world would I do with a second rickety old clone? I’d have to make twice as many doctor appointments. And good luck getting health insurance for a clone. They only give you Medicare once. After that, if you are sick, just go off and die, please. The state is not interested in your sad story.
“But I’m a clone! It’s not my fault I’m not in your records!” Yeah, right. They’d listen to that. In your dreams.
I need an extra body around here. A young, healthy body. An agile body. Strong. If he wasn’t hard on the eyes, I wouldn’t mind that, either.
I’ll call him Ramon. He can help with all kinds of things. Shopping and hauling the groceries. Right now, I’d send him up to the roof to get rid of the snow and the ice dams that are trying to eat my house. Get him to chip the ice off the cars.
When he isn’t working around the house, he can go out and earn some money to support himself. I can’t afford to feed another mouth — especially with the appetite a young man has — so Ramon will have to get a job. Maybe part-time. I’ll give him the room for free and let him borrow the car. I hope he’s good with engines. Those cars aren’t getting any newer.
In the spring, Ramon could deal with that nightmare of a garden, remove the lethal dead rose-bush from the middle of it. I have a great many things that need doing, but require a strong young back. So no clones of me, please. I’ll take Ramon.
DAILY PROMPT: Clone Wars – If you could clone yourself, how would you split up your responsibilities?