I had gone and done it again. Everyone knows that the latest rocket fuel is digestible by the human body but nobody is stupid enough to drink it. Except for me.

     Now what was this in bed next to me? I turned on the light. It wasn't even human for Christ's sake! The gelatinous orb sat there in a blob quivering. For it's species this was a sure sign that it was in love with me. Holy shit I had fucked it! Now I would never be rid of the thing.

     I wasn't the first. The blobs are notorious around the moon base because they have the psychic ability to deceive a drunken male Human being into thinking that they are a beautiful Human woman. For fucks sake I had been loaded on rocket fuel. The blob probably only had to suggest being human for me to climb into the sack with it.

     The worst part was that this was the female blobs means of reproduction. The blobs take the sperm collected in their birth canal from their Human lovers and use the genetic material to clone an adult duplicate. Now I would have an Evil Twin. Again I was not the first.

     The clone was genetically identical to me in every way except in personality. They didn't call them "Evil Twins" for nothing. You want to know what the first thing my Evil Twin did was? Being a complete idiot just like me it went out and got wasted on rocket fuel and had sex with another blob who of course made its own clone of my clone. Now there were three of us. OH MY GOD!

     You can just use your imagination about what happened after that. The third repeated the mistakes of the other two and then there were four, then five, then six and so on. It was beginning to get ridiculous around the space port with a dozen of me out there lobotomized on rocket fuel going around telling the other assholes my life story. Pretty soon the only story on the moonbase anyone cared to talk about me was that there sure was a fuck load of me around. That's when things really got serious.

     The Enforcers on the base OUTLAWED me OUTRIGHT. Me and all my Evil Twins. I was totally fucked. They began enforcing the law two minutes after it passed and the round up began. I got nailed somewhere in the middle and "found myself" in a cell literally. There was twenty of me by then imprisoned in a stinking holding tank. And I kept coming for several hours before the Enforcers finally had us all.

     Of course there was no way for me to prove that I was the original and I didn't want to anyway because then I would have to take the rap for everything all of my Evil Twins had done. Needless to say I was totally ashamed of myself and there was no end to it because of all the humiliating shit my Evil Twins were doing with their own selves.

     I didn't need anyone to tell me what was going to happen next. Standard procedure for outbreaks of Evil Twins was to round them all up and ship them out to work like slaves in the asteroid mines. Made for one hell of a crew you know? They call it Clone Co-operation. Anyway, they packed us like pleeborbs into a freighter and the next thing I knew I was being introduced to the foreman from Hell on the primary asteroid where the headquarters for the whole operation was stationed.

     Want to know why he was the foreman from Hell? I'll tell you why. The fucker was ME! Turns out that the rocket fuel had obliterated my memory so bad that I had forgotten that I wasn't even the original to begin with. The story went that I was actually just another Evil Twin who had escaped by stowing away on a tanker only a few days ago to start the wholemess all over again on the moonbase! Hell as it turned out I, along with several hundred of my identical clones, were the ONLY people running the mining operations in the fucking entire asteroid field. And would you be interested to know the reason for that? The job is so dangerous and miserable that the only person stupid enough to do it would be the same type of guy stupid enough to drink rocket fuel. How about that friend? And why am I telling you this anyway? You're me for Christ's sake! Oh yeah...rocket fuel.