The next day, I wake up and instantly regret ever being born. The soreness covering my entire body, nay, my entire being, body and mind, is truly agonizing. The extent of the training I will need to put myself through promises more terrible mornings as well. I still have to get up and get to work, though. I grab some breakfast, leave a clone home in case my parents need to talk to me and try to hurry over to Duplica Headquarters. DH? Yeah, DH.

I step inside and am greeted with a strange scene. Khalil and a very, VERY attractive woman are loudly arguing over something, along with about ten other versions of each other. Is this Beatrice?

"And what about the times you DID pull my hair?! Are those invalid?"

"I try to satisfy you but you're too demanding for me, Bea! You always going on about needs this, needs that, I need a break sometimes! Get Tommy to do it!"

...I should not get in the way of their thing. I'm just gonna sneak by, don't mind me...

I step into the training area, where only one guy and a few clones are working. I know how working hard despite soreness can cause injuries, but what if I work only with my clones? I don't care what happens to them, after all. Time to see how many I can make.

I let them start slipping out of me, one after another, and they walk over to the various equipment and begin working. I've taken up a good fifty spots now, leaving a few pieces of kit open in case someone wants to use them, and start lining up a queue behind them. I intend to work myself to a flimsy death over and over today, maybe I'll get buff through my clones like Khalil said.

...It's not stopping. I can't feel the slightest hint of a limit and this place is stacked with duplicates of me. There must be at least three hundred clones in here and I feel like I could easily make another thousand at least. Is it infinite?

"WHAT THE FU-- HELL IS THIS?!"

Steve must've walked into the room at some point, because now he's staring slack-jawed in awe at the sheer number I'm putting out.

"Hi, Steve. I'm trying to find out what my limit is, but I think it's infinite. I'm overpowered after all, huh? Crazy that."

"You-- good God, that's more than the rest of us can put out efficiently combined! Is your head okay?"

"I feel fine, Steve. Except for the soreness, because of yesterday's, uh, 'testing'. So I'm getting these boys to do it for me and I'll find out soon enough if they allow my body to improve in ways other than just muscle memory."

"Can you stop making them for now? I think you've got enough spares. What a crowd! I thought this was a big room with loads of space, but once again a rookie proves me wrong. It's a pleasant surprise this time, though."

I halt the production of clones somewhere in the low 400s. This place is now really creepy. There's so many of me just standing there, staring at the other 'me's working out, waiting for them to get so exhausted they dissolve so they can take their place, well either that or spotting for them.

"Uhh... Did you know that Khalil is arguing with someone in the lobby?"

"Yeah, that's Beatrice. They do this a lot, don't mind it. When it comes down to it, they both do their jobs very well. Ignore their domestic disputes, it's for the better."

"Who's this over here then? He didn't even flinch when I pulled these guys out."

"That's Tommy, he's more on the expertise side of things. He's got a lot of hobbies, as well as the skills to show for it. If he were to tell me he's going into crime, I could expect every single safe, vault and ATM in this town to be cracked within three days. But that's just one type of skill. He's got guns, he's got sports, he's got all kinds of driving licenses, he even knows how to make a whole entire yacht from scratch. Pretty cool, right?"

"Yeah, it is. Are there any other people I should know about?"

"No, it's just the four of us. Or rather, I guess it's five now."

I see the bickering couple come into the gym. Seems like they've calmed down. Then they freeze, because how would you react to your local gym suddenly being swarmed by an army of the same guy? It seems they can tell they're all clones, because they start looking for the real me. They head over to where Steve and I are conversing and correctly assume that's where my real body is.

"What is this, Reechurd? You have a true army of clones. I had think you were less than this."

"Wow, that's, like, so many! How are you not losing your mind?! Do you not feel all their desires at once? If I had this many I'd need to do it 24/7!"

"I'm not a hivemind, I'm a crowd. Is that how you work? Just all the thoughts, rolled up into one big mess of information?"

"Yeah, it's sooo hard to deal with. I can make my clones look like other people, right? But whenever I do that, it makes me way more horny than I should be and I have Khalil fu--"

"THAAAT'S GREAT, BEATRICE! Please mind your manners. We don't want to know how much you like the male endowment, okay? You're hurting this young man's innocence. He's only sixteen, you know?"

You shouldn't have said that, Steve. With a predatory look in her eyes, Beatrice stares at me and says "Really now...?"

She likes them young, huh... Even though I'm bony and short, she likes me. I don't like this. My hormones somehow disapprove of this person, even though she's hot.

"Y-yeah, I'm sixteen. Please don't look at me like that. Tell you what, I have to do stuff right now. Look how busy I am!"

I say that and gesture nervously to the three hundred other 'me's who were standing there doing nothing. Standing around is hard work, you know. I can tell she's not buying it, but she resigns herself to not getting me, I guess.

"Aww, not cool... Oh well, I'm going back to my, uh, my thing now. See you!"

With an exaggerated wink, she struts out of the room.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a nymphomaniac on the team?"