Humanity is a replication of genes, copies of another copy from the initial chain. We are therefore the replication of the other, in a cyclical reaction that makes us find equal among different ones. Perhaps this triangulation has created similarity between two different ones and made a person think they are the same. This little tale is nothing more than a Penrose triangle, in which a woman finds in two men the similarity that she falls in love with, being that it is a mere optical illusion, or, in reality, are they copies of the same copy?