system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Rewrite. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Rewrite this story from the point of view of the clone.

I shouldn’t have fallen for the marketing (“You’re never alone with a clone!”), but I did. I saved up, sent my DNA sample to PeopleMakers, and a week later there was a knock on the door. He was perfect: sympathetic, interested in all my hobbies, and with all my tastes in clothes and women and jokes.

When I couldn’t afford to renew the subscription, though, he walked out of my life just as easily and quietly as he’d arrived, leaving me alone and even more achingly aware of what I didn’t have. Where am I now when I need me?
gpt
I came to life because of a sample sent to PeopleMakers, ready to live. The travel took a short amount of time, arriving at the door of my new best friend who was exactly like me. I was one of the lucky ones, ready to live a good life—until he couldn't afford the subscription anymore.

And then, I had to return, back to the darkness and emptiness. I said nothing to him, disappointed in his lack of trying as I walked out of the door for the final time, ready to be shut back down. 