Harold was convinced his sister Mildred was mad. She was brilliant, so it wouldn’t surprise anyone to find out she was also six fries short of a kids’ meal. But she had tested the cloning machinery on HERSELF. Which wasn’t harmful; it required only a quick DNA swab from the mouth, but a clone? Of herself? Even SHE had to see fault in this idea. But she argued that once the download of her memories to said clone was complete, she’d be able to get TWICE as much done. But Harold couldn’t help wondering just how much she LIKED herself.