This is a tongue in cheek 'rewrite' of the TV Show black mirror episode - 'Be Right Back'.
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"Is this some kind of joke?" Hayley asked, exasperated at the website her husband had asked her to read.
"It's no joke, babe. It's the latest technology." Ash replied. "Click the video, it shows you how it works" He added.
The video began by showing a husband visiting a medical centre. Some tests are carried out on him, DNA samples are also taken whilst a computer downloads videos, messages, and other information from the husbands phone. He partakes in voice recording tests, as well as motion sensor tests. The scene cuts to the husband in his army uniform, hugging his wife goodbye at the door. The next scene shows the wife at home alone, obviously feeling lonely and upset. A delivery occurs, two men unload the big crate with a plain synthetic body into a hot bath. The wife adds some specialised packs of salt crystals, labelled with her husbands name into the bath and leaves. The next scene cuts to the wife eating breakfast, she is joined by her husband and is over come with joy. Several scenes show them talking, cooking dinner, laughing, sharing a glass of wine in front of the fire, holding each other and falling asleep together.
"Well? What do you think now?" Ash asked his wife.
"I mean, it's totally batshit crazy!" Hayley laughed, pretty sure it was still a joke.
"You don't think it's a good idea? Having a replacement me around the house, whilst I am on deployment?"
"It's a glorified doll" Hayley scoffed. "It isn't a replacement you"
"They use my genes. It will essentially be an exact clone of me! They even take my videos and messages and all my social media information and download it into the synthetic, so not only will it look like me, it will talk like me, walk like me, eat like me, heck it says that it will even taste like me!" Ash argued.
"Taste like you?" Hayley gasped. "How exactly would I ever find out what it tastes like?"
"Well i'm not saying you ever would want to, but if you were to say, for example, kiss the 'synthetic me' then it wouldn't taste any different to the real me. It would even kiss like me, I presume."
"Tell me this...Why in the world would the army spend all that money on such creepy technology?" She quizzed Ash. "And if these synthetics are so real, why don't they just send them off and you can stay here with me!" She pouted.
"Well you know how it is. First they built the replica soldiers. They were a big success. But the big brass don't want to use them for anything more than cannon fodder. They are good soldiers, but they don't want them making the decisions. It could be a whole Terminator doomsday scenario or something. So they decided the next step was to potentially sell them as 'partners' to those who need them, you know widows, lonely people, people with anxiety..."
"Perverts?" Hayley interrupted, rolling her eyes.
"Well they will probably have a market place too...But in the meantime they want to run trials for the other halves of military workers."
"So you want me to be a guinea pig?"
"No. I just want you to consider it, that's all. Besides, did I mention they are paying $50,000 per trial? That could go a long way towards helping you renovate the loft into the studio you've always wanted. And I could get those golf clubs I like." Ash pleased.
"Anyway, just think about it. I'm sure it wouldn't be a terrible thing to have someone about the house at the very least, even if you know that he isn't the dashingly handsome and sex god that you married" He joked, sweeping aside his ginger hair and finally forcing a smile from his wife.
Ash wasn't the most handsome of men. He was tall and thin, with bright red hair and pale pasty skin. But what he lacked in looks, he made up for in charm, sense of humour and kindness Hayley thought. His army career had taken off, and allowed her to quit her office job, and concentrate on doing what she loved, painting. They had married at 20, and now just both 23 they were happy and settled having moved to a picturesque house in the countryside.
Unlike Ash, Hayley was a looker. In fact she was the epitome of beauty and sexuality rolled into one. Her silky wavy brunette hair matched perfectly with her dark chestnut eyes. Her full red lips framed her stunning white smile, which in turn only acted to further enhance her prominent cheekbones. And whilst half the population could get lost in her beautiful face, the other half no doubt would be simultaneously salivating at her incredible curvy figure. Blessed with naturally big tits(32DD) a thin waist and child bearing hips on her 5ft 6 frame, not to mention a big but perfectly shaped bum, she was truly an image of perfection.
"Like I need another ginger geek in my life" She teased "What would you do if it was a synthetic me that was being sent for you?" She asked.
"I would take the two of you up to the bedroom and never leave for a week!"
"Pervert!"
"What? That's a compliment to you!" He teased back.
"Besides, it says they send it after you have been deployed and collect it before you return home...so I guess the ginger threesome is out" She joked.
"You can't handle two of me" Ash returned, causing Hayley to smile and roll her eyes.
"Alright, I'll think about it" She finally agreed.
"Yeah, but enough about the threesome, what about getting the synthetic clone?" Ash japed.
"Ha.Ha" Hayley said sarcastically. "You know what I mean"
"Okay, good. Talk to Sarah about it. I think she is getting one"
"What? Of who?" Hayley enquired.
"Lukas! Her husband of course"
"Oh right. I just wasn't sure..." Hayley started.
"Wasn't sure that they made them in black?" Ash laughed.
"No I wasn't meaning that...I just" She struggled.
"Racist!" Ash joked
"Hey! I am not! I just was confused with how it all works. That's all." Hayley said. "I'm going to go give Sarah a call now and find out the deets" She added, she walked over to her husband seductively and kissed him hard, she grabbed his hands and brought them up to her big soft tits until he squeezed them both together.
"You really think they could clone these?" She said, pulling away and leaving her husband sporting a tent in his trousers. " Better take care of that yourself, you know how much Sarah likes a natter" She smiled.