The Cloning Machine

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His hair... his last ones...
If he put them in the machine...
he could clone himself...
Another him... a better him!

He dreamed of a double, a perfect reflection,
A brother in smoke, in thought, in connection.
But circuits misfired, the strands went astray,
And out came the copies, not quite the same way.

The chamber went crazy, the wires all snapped,
A hundred new doubles came out overlapped.
He laughed and he panicked, "they all look the same!"
And the clones all answered with a single refrain:

FAILED! FAILED! FAILED!

Then the crowd kept advancing, their voices aligned,
Their steps shook the floor in a rhythm defined.
What started as comic now turned into dread,
The chorus grew darker, and this is what they said:

JOIN! JOIN! JOIN! JOIN!

They trip over wires, they pile in a heap,
Collapsing like dominoes, ten at a leap.
He shouts through the chaos, but nobody hears,
Just hundreds of copies all stuck in their gears.

Clone, clone, the chamber's ablaze!
Screams in the smoke, a terrible blaze.
He cries for salvation, but nowhere to hide,
The doubles are falling, on fire inside.

...next time, he should try a nose hair.