“Please, please let me go, I won’t tell anyone!”

“Welcome to Duplitech, how may I assist you today?”
“I-I’ve lost someone. My daughter. I have a lock of her hair. Is-is it enough?”
“Of course, sir. We can complete the process with even a single skin cell, so a lock of hair is more than enough.”

“I’m sorry, you can’t leave. I love you, Joanna. I’ve always loved you. Why can’t you see that?”

“How does it work?”
“Well, sir, we take the DNA from the hair, and introduce it into an egg, which is then processed in our accelerated growth wombs. The person emerges at the physical age requested, and is sent home with their family within the month. Of course, it’s entirely discreet, as the legality of it all has always been a bit of a gray area.”
“Do they remember anything?”
“Unfortunately, no. The process is still in its infancy. We are unable to clone memories.”
“That’s…it’s for the best, I suppose. My daughter was murdered. I wouldn’t want her to remember that.”

“Just let me go home to my family. If you truly loved me, you would let me go to them.”
“You have no idea, my love. No idea how much I care for you. How far I’d go for you.”

“So, I can see her in a month?”
“Actually, she should be out of the womb in a week or so. You can stop by then to see her. Get her used to you. Just sign here and here, and please note the cost. It can be rather startling to some.”
“There is no amount of money in the world I wouldn’t pay to have my Joanna back.”

“No! No! Let me go! Let me out of here, you bastard! You psycho!”
“Stop, please stop, my love. I would do anything for you.”

“Afternoon, sir! The month really does fly by. She’s ready to see you now.”
“Dad! Are we going home now?”
“Yes, sweetheart, we’re going home.”

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t risk you going back to them.”
“Murderer!”
“We’ll be safe now. We’ll be together forever.”

“Happy to be home sweetheart?”
“Yes, dad. It’s just going to take me a bit to get used to things. To understand who I am. To understand who you are.”

“Sweetheart, love, wh-what are you doing with those scissors?”
“Refusing to live in your prison anymore! You killed my father, and now I’m taking what you love most. Me.”
“Joanna, NOOO!”

“You don’t have to call me dad, Sweetheart. And we have all the time in the world together to get to know each other.”