[ WP ] Clone-A-Friend , Inc. lets people buy clones of celebrities who have sold the rights to their genome .

This was a mistake. It was all a huge mistake. 
 
 I took a drink of rum. 
 
 
 Why did I ever think this would be a good idea? I brought her back. She's here with me now, but she's not her. Sure, her smile is the same, she flicks her hair behind her shoulder when I walk into the room, her scent is the same, but she's not her. 
 
 There's something missing. 
 This is wrong. This is all wrong. 
 
 Emptiness. That's all I see when I look into her eyes. 
 
 My wife died 10 years ago, but I had kept the hairbrush that she had used every day. There were strands of her hair entangled in the bristles and they were able to extract enough DNA from the strands in order to create the clone. I was one of the first few hundred to order their own personal custom-order clones. Most people were just buying one of the celebrity models. I do n't blame them for it, but I needed this. It just hurt too much without her. 
 
 Although the clones are actually flesh and blood, they may as well be robots for what they offer. They come pre-loaded with personality traits absorbed through any media portraying them speaking publicly, in movies, pictures, anywhere at all. There was n't much to go off of for my wife, since she was n't a celebrity in the eyes of the world, but that did n't matter, she was the center of my universe. 
 
 Obviously the older celebrities were much more bare-bones in terms of personality, as they were only able to judge personality traits through anecdotes and historical text, but people were mostly excited about having their own personal Mozart or George Washington, so that was n't a drawback people really cared about. Along with that, you were able to select personality traits. I think people were most excited about that aspect. However, I did n't care about any of that, I just wanted my wife back exactly as she was. 
 
 And there she was. Not exactly as she was, but damn close. I sat and stared at her from across the table as I took another swig of rum. Things were becoming foggy again. Why am I thinking this way? She is my wife. She's sitting right in front of me, flesh and bones. 
 
 I press the `` on'' button on her remote. 
 
 As if waking up from a long nap, she opens her eyes and turns to me. 
 
 `` Darling, its late. Do n't you think we should head to bed?'' 
 
 Her voice soothes me and I respond, `` Yes, I had n't noticed how late it had gotten. Let's get to bed.'' 
 
 She gets up and walks over to me, hand outstretched. I reach out to grab it and follow her lead into the bedroom and into the bed. The warmth of her body feels good against my skin. It's hard to feel that something so soft and gentle could be wrong. As my eyelids close and I begin to drift off to sleep, I ca n't help but feel like I made the right choice. This is what I wanted. This is good enough.
