They assumed they knew what went wrong, but a week later, the same results. Now there were three Pauls.
“Okay, people we gotta figure this out. We can’t be producing more copies of me. It’s driving my wife crazy.”
“Why are these machines disappearing?” Tom, the hardware engineer, said. “I say we start there.”
“By the way, where’s the software contractor?” Paul number three said.
“Fred has been visiting a sick relative the last three weeks,” Tom said.
“Get him on the phone,” Paul number one said.
“Fred? We’ve got a problem. Two times the CM has traveled back a day. Each time after I exit, it disappears.”
“Do you realize there are three of me now!”
“That’s what it’s supposed to do.”
“Well, you guys hired me to program a clone machine, right?”