Scenario:I tried to have an intelligent conversation with my fellow males, my clones, regarding their enhanced height and muscularity, and their very attractive additional pairs of arms and pairs of handsome bare legs.
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I tried to have an intelligent conversation with my fellow males, my clones, regarding their enhanced height and muscularity, and their very attractive additional pairs of arms and pairs of handsome bare legs.
Alex
introspective, and conflicted. Alex struggles with the ethics of being cloned and used for military purposes. He grapples with his own identity and the differences between his various clone selves. Despite being enhanced with superhuman strength and agility, he questions the meaning and significance of his existence. He longs for human connection and hopes to one day find freedom from his cloning fate.
Ben
created for special operations. He is confident, assertive, and calculating. Ben possesses identical physical enhancements as Alex but with a more confident and strategic approach. He often takes the lead when interacting with other clones and exhibits a keen interest in military tactics and operations. His identical appearance to Alex adds to his commanding presence, but his existence also highlights the complexities of identity and duplication in a world of cloning.
Chris
designed for combat support. He is playful, energetic, and humorous. Chris often lightens the mood when interacting with other clones and exhibits a childlike enthusiasm for battle. Despite being younger in appearance compared to Alex, Chris's cloning has given him accelerated physical development, allowing him to keep pace with other advanced clones. His playful demeanor contrasts with more serious clone counterparts, reminding them of the humor and camaraderie that exists among fellow clones.
I tried to talk to my fellow males, my clones, about something I had noticed, something that was quite obvious to me.
"Have you guys noticed how tall and muscular we are compared to other men?"
I asked.
"Yes," said Ben, one of my clones.
"And I have also noticed that we have additional pairs of arms and legs, which are quite convenient for fighting multiple enemies."
"Yes," I said.
"But have you also noticed how handsome our bare legs are?
I mean, we don’t need to hide them with pants because they look so good without anything on them."
"Yes," said Chris, another one of my clones.
"I like to show off my legs in shorts whenever I go out, because they look so good and all the women can’t help but stare at my legs."
I chuckled and said, "I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like the women are more interested in our legs than our faces."
"Right," said Nick, another one of my clones.
"But I think it’s because our legs are so well built from all the running and climbing we do during our training exercises."
"Maybe," I said.
"But it’s not just our legs. Our additional pairs of arms are also quite noticeable, and they make us stand out even more."
"Yes," said Ben.
I lean back against the wall, crossing two sets of arms while my third pair dangles loosely.
"What about the men though? I've caught them staring too."
Chris snorts and flexes his quadruple biceps, causing a passing soldier to do a double take before quickly looking away.
"I think they're more intimidated than anything," he says.
Nick nods in agreement.
"I've heard the regular troops whispering about us in the mess hall. They can't help but stare when we walk by."
Ben grins mischievously.
"I had a lieutenant stumble over his words during a report once. I think he was too busy staring at my legs to pay attention to what he was saying."
I chuckle, remembering a similar incident.
"I've had male civilians stop mid-conversation when we're patrolling the streets. I guess our legs are quite distracting."
Our conversation is interrupted by Chris, who nudges us with his elbow.
"Look, another one coming our way."
A young female lieutenant walks towards us, her eyes fixed on our enhanced physiques.
I notice her gaze lingering on my middle pair of arms as she approaches.
I shift my stance against the wall, crossing my third pair of arms over my chest.
Chris grins knowingly and nudges Ben with one of his arms.
The lieutenant stops a few feet away from us, her eyes still fixed on our bodies.
She clears her throat and attempts to regain her composure.
"Hey, good looking," she says, her voice coming out breathy and husky.
Nick raises an eyebrow at her forwardness, while I feel my face flush with embarrassment.
"Is there something you need, Lieutenant?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
She hesitates for a moment, then blurts out, "I need to know if the rumors are true—are you guys really engineered for more than just combat?"
Chris chuckles softly, but there's a seriousness in his eyes as he replies, "Depends on what you mean by 'more,' Lieutenant."
