Shayna was about to step into her teleporter for the first time.

  “No, Shayna, don’t do it!” Erika pleaded.

  “What? I mean, it works great on animals.”

  “Don’t get me started on that horror, Shayna. Please don’t …”

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  “Um, why?”

  “It’s a death machine. It’ll be your clone, not you that comes out.”

  “Don’t worry. I already have that worked out.”

  “How? It won’t clone you?”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Huh?”

  “I’m terminally ill. I have weeks to live.

  “What? You never mentioned that!”

  “Nothing to worry about now. This will filter out the disease.”

  “Huh, wait, but … Oh … I understand now.”