One month later.

“It’s me but shorter...” Tracy observed as she looked at the clone body. She stood at 5 foot 8. “Younger and prettier which is good. Tiny breasts though. You got some kind of Lolita fetish Luke?” She asked Luke acidly.

“The man with the gold makes the rules...” Luke said. He knew what Tracy was thinking. At 39 years of age the prospect of an 18 year old clone was enticing, despite the differences in height and breast size. “David assures me you’ll grow taller and your breasts will grow...” Luke lied. “I just commissioned this later than mine. It’s up to you. The body is paid for. There are no refunds...” he stated.

Tracy sighed. She’d not yet sprung the divorce on him. If she did she might not get the body. 21 more years of Halcyon days. “Fine. Let’s do this,” she agreed and signed the faux contract.

They moved into the next room and climbed into the mental scanning cribs. “Ready?” David asked.

The married couple nodded. Luke grinned as he went under.