Orange in the Rainbow

Chapter Two: Our Little Secret

Donald #2's Perspective: I held every single one of his memories that he had before the scanning process. I looked around at my surroundings, and I was the only one that was naked by an extraterrestrial machine. As a way of honoring my original, I held out my hand and greeted him with, "Mr. President." He grabbed my hand and shuddered, his face turned reddish under his orange glaze. Was he afraid of me? Does he hate me? I was another human being, a different person, and I could no longer feel what he felt. I took my hand back, he swiftly put on his necktie and handed me the spare suit. That's when I realized that I was naked.

Donald #1's Perspective: I tied my necktie and handed him his clothes. I felt so embarrassed to meet someone exactly like me, just to orgasm like that in front of him. Then I realized that a problem was ahead of me. How would I get the two of us home? I wondered for a minute, then I remembered where the hazmat suits were.

Donald #2's Perspective: The original ran off. I felt almost betrayed. I dressed myself and looked around the room. It's funny how I remember him getting naked and scanning himself, but I have no memory as of how he gave a DNA sample to the machine. Then I noticed something else was off. On the floor was a knocked-over can of spray-tan, bronze all over the floor. I gawked at this sight. I noticed a small trail leading to a tube that went inside the machine. I peered inside, and in there was orange liquid ran around the edge, and a small strain of an orange-tinted goo-like substance. I had a sudden urge to touch it. I don't know why, I just did. I stuck my finger down the hole and picked up some of the slime. My instinct demanded that I taste it. Weird, right? It could be my saliva, but that doesn't explain the trail of spray-tan. I licked my finger and realized that this was, in fact, not saliva.

Donald #1's Perspective: I walked past several men to where the hazmat suits were kept. It dawned on me that I had forgotten to tell my clone the plan. I donned the suit and ran back to the machine room. I snuck in and saw something I did not expect to see.

Donald #2's Perspective: I kept taking small samples of the thick, salty fluid. It tasted salty, yet it left a bitter aftertaste, like old copper. I heard the door open up as I dug my finger in the tube for more. I looked up to see an orange hazmat suit standing in the doorway. I jumped and greeted the stranger, but I heard a familiar voice. Not gonna lie, but it sounded sexier in the suit.

Donald #1's Perspective: I just caught my clone digging his fingers into the tube I jacked off in. Never mind that, I needed to get him out of here.

"Donald, it's me, the original. I need you to come with me so I can take you home."

"But how? I-We came here in a private jet. How would you get back?"

"I trust that you're as smart as me and I know that you will find a way."

I pat him on the back and made my way to the door.

Donald #2's Perspective: He said, "I trust that you are as smart as me and I know that you will find a way." I felt flattered, so I knew I could not disappoint him. We walked out of the room. Several agents looked at us, but we continued walking to the secret entrance. I told the guards that I needed to bring my companion with me for a quick meeting in D.C. They looked noticeably skeptical, but with my authority and greatness, there was no way they could stop me. Losers.

We made our way to the private jet to begin our three-hour trip back home. I told the pilot not to ask questions or he would be fired. Thankfully, he followed my rule, and we made the trip home.

Donald #1's Perspective: I find it hard to believe what was happening. I made a clone of myself out of alien technology. And people were amazed when phones were invented.

The suit started to get a bit uncomfortable, but it was the only thing I could use to keep this a secret. After all, another Donald could make my epic presidency much easier.