In the kitchen, Jimmy flips on his tunes. Loud music always helps him think better. Whilst Jimmy is putting frozen peas on his sore wrist, his boyfriend pops in.
"Yo, Jimbo?" he said as he entered the studio. He saw Jimmy's image on the monitor, "It looks like a photo, but it's a graphic? Cool."
He could hear the music blaring in the kitchen. Jimmy must be making lunch. He licked his lips, and sat down at the computer. He wasn't a graphic artist like Jimmy, but he could copy and paste.
Bing. There were now two Jimmies on the screen.
Bing. Bing. Bing. Now five Jimmies.
Bing. Bing. Bing. Bing. Bing.
Jimmy's boyfriend rubbed his hands together, spun around in the chair grinning, and then he bumped the enter key.
The computer chimed.
Jimmy suddenly froze. His clothing vanished. Oh, no, someone is using the Chronivac, thought Jimmy. His skin began to quiver all over. Then he felt his body changing, rearranging. and snap. The Chronivac Binged.
There were now two naked Jimmies in the kitchen. The quivering began again.
Bing, bing, bing, bing...
The Chronivac chimed, and said, "Replication Completed. Duration Indefinite."
Jimmy blinked and turned around. There were 9 more of him in the kitchen.
"What!" exclaimed the ten Jimmies in unison. "No way!"
"This can't be happening?"
"The Chronivac!"
"Quick back to the Chron-"
"Hey!" the Jimmy closest to the kitchen door said as he saw his boyfriend at the Chronivac.
His boyfriend stood, and smiled, and then his face froze, as 2 then 4, and finally 8 more Jimmies crowded into the room.