The experiment was a complete success.
Standing before him was a man no taller than him, but no shorter either. His tee shirt pulled up just a bit to reveal his belly, much like his own. His hairline was receding, and there were hints of graying hair on the sides of his head as well. His eyes were bright and inquisitive, with a deep, dark brown iris. The only element that threw off the look was the lack of spectacles, but he was certain: this man in front of him is the spitting image of himself.
His excitement was immense, and his life goal was in his grasp now. All he needed to do was ensure his clone could operate on the same level intellectually. He stared into the man's eyes. "I need a report of the cloning procedure details."
At first, the man raised his eyebrows at that, but his response was precise. "Well, in layman's terms, the genetic structure of any clones created through this machine -" he pats the chamber he had just exited, "- are used as a base blueprint, in combination with a series of medical scans to give the computer a general sense of how to construct the body. With the combined materials, a clone is incubated for about two weeks before release. The incubator is filled with fluids that naturally offer the body a massive host of nutrients, so there's no need for an umbilical cord or any external devices to connect to the client's body. As for a clone's mentality and intellect, any and all data is collected from the base - or the Alpha; the original person whose DNA is used for the cloning - through the use of my own personal invention that scans every cubic centimeter of the brain."
It wasn't the clone's invention, technically, but that detail wasn't relevant to him now. He was elated. There was no sign of mental deterioration or inaccuracies in his explanation. He couldn't help but exclaim. "Yes… yes yes yes! Haha, YES! I did it! It was a complete success! I've successfully cloned myself!" He was hoping in place, losing himself in his excitement.
"Wait, so I'm the…" His clone had to take a moment. The clone pulled up the bottom of his shirt, and was quick to notice something missing. He cursed, "Aw, damnit! No bellybutton… So I'm the Beta here…" The original and clone - or Alpha and Beta, as they now identified themselves - recognized the same thing in that instant: the Beta's intellect is an exact and flawless mirror of the Alpha's intellect at the moment his brain is scanned. There are no gaps, no inaccuracies, and no alterations. Until the moment they confirm it physically, the Alpha and Beta both believe they are the original. Perhaps as an illustration of that, they look at each other and simply nod, as they both confirm that those are details that'll need to be looked into later.
"Well, you got that right!" The Alpha exclaims. "I'm the Alpha, and you're my Beta, and you know what that means!" The excitement was quick to return as he focused on one of the biggest benefits he would reap from his research. He could feel that very excitement build in the crotch of his pants.
The Beta sighed, "Yeah, yeah, I got it…" He reached over to one of the cluttered desks in the lab, cursing his luck under his breath. His reach extended to a headgear, likely fashioned from a football helmet, adorned with a visor and an antenna. Most of the actual hardware lined the inside of the helmet; the antenna was more for aesthetic.
With one swift movement, the Beta threw the helmet onto the Alpha's head, and immediately activated the device. It only took a moment before he felt the effects, as electrons battered and scrambled his brain. It was actually somewhat painful, but he couldn't focus on the pain. As the helmet evaporated years of research and study from his skull, dropping his intellect like a rock, all he could do was revel in his achievement, and enjoy this moment. Soon, the device entered its second phase and reprogrammed his mind. It wasn't much of an adjustment, and perhaps even a superfluous one, but he could feel himself becoming more docile and submissive. He knew his purpose now clearer than ever before.
The headgear gave a loud 'ding,' and ceased its function. The reprogramming was complete. The Beta pulled the helmet off, but the Alpha did try to help, in spite of the dizziness the programming left. "There we go, how's that feel?"
The Alpha giggled. If he could compare it to his past state of mind, he'd call himself deliriously inebriated. That kind of vocabulary was well out of reach now, though. "It feels nice, Sir…"
"Do you remember making this helmet? This cloning machine?" The Beta motions at the devices in question. "How about your time at multiple universities researching all that shit about human anatomy, genetic duplication, and neurology?" He pondered his phrasing. "Clone and brain stuff?"
The Alpha nodded in response. He remembered doing that stuff. Not well, but he knows it was a thing he did.
The Beta continued, "And do you remember how you did all that? Do you know any of the small things that went into making this stuff?"
He didn't even want to think that one over, but he at least pretended to think about it. Nothing came to him. Not a lick of his research remained. He knew he spent years doing all sorts of science-y shit, but now he wasn't even sure he could count high enough to say how many years he spent on it all. The Alpha shook his head, a big grin on his face as he did it. The Beta laughed.
"Well, good work, then, because that means you had another big success with this helmet!" He patted the helmet, now seated on the table beside him. "So congratulations, doc, because your life's work is now complete, and you get to take a break from all that hard thinking and let me take over!" As he spoke, he slid the lab coat off of the Alpha's back and wore it himself. He slid the glasses off next. The Alpha showed no resistance. He sighed. "And now I gotta do a bunch of research alone to get the next clone a little more refined…"
The Alpha didn't register much of the complaining, and simply giggled. "Thank you Sir, for helping me not think anymore~!" This was perfect for him. He sat there obediently, waiting patiently. His Beta soon obliged him.
"Well, this is going to be a stressful few… months, probably, so I'm going to need an 'assistant' to help make this more manageable." He unbuckled his pants, sliding them down until his dick was exposed. He was halfway erect. "I've got a job with your name on it, big guy~"
The Alpha clamored over to his Beta's crotch, and began to stroke the cock that sat there. He looked up at the man, wearing his old clothes and smirking down at him. He never thought this day would come, but now he's right where he wants to be.
"So tell me again what you were?"
"I'm the Alpha, and you're my Beta, sir!"
"And what's the Alpha's purpose?" The Beta licked his lips.
"The Alpha Release's purpose is to assist and support its superior Beta Release, sir~" He was drooling. This was too good to be true.
"Got that right, Alpha!" The Beta ruffled up the Alpha's thin hair. "And what a good 'assistant' you are!" He pushed his dick against his Alpha's lips, running his head left and right, tracing the opening of his mouth. The Alpha gladly accepted his shaft inside.
And now that the Beta knew his mouth was full… "That's a good boy… How's it feel to have such an empty fucking head? All that research, gone?" He pushed his cock in further. "You're pathetic~! What are you even supposed to be without that intelligence? Just a pea brained pervert!"
He was getting rough with his Alpha, and that just turned on the simple-minded man all the more. The humiliation was intense, only amplified by the memories of his surrendered brilliance. Every word out of his Beta's mouth was degrading, shameful, and so fucking hot!
"Now all your accomplishments are mine, and when I'm done 'finishing' your research, I'll take all the credit when I submit all the paperwork!" He coughed to the side, "The Gamma will, actually. Or maybe the Delta…" He shoved his cock as deep as it could go, choking his creator on it. "Your reward? You get to watch as I get all the money and dick a man could ask for!"
As his Beta pumped his hot seed down his throat, the Alpha unleashed his own load, staining his jeans with a his sticky, white pleasure. All he could do as his orgasm took him was continue to revel in his work. He would never have to read a single word again, let alone an academic paper. He could live out his life being humiliated and used by his own creation, his own clone, and never have the capacity for regret.
The experiment was a complete success.
The Omega stood there, shaking his head, hands clapped over his face. "How, and why, did we let this get so far…? No, sorry, how did YOU let this get so far!?" He waved around at the mass of bodies in the room. A lot of them were sprawled onto other men just like them, fondling cocks and asses mindlessly. The orgy overtook most of the lab's floor space and some of its table space. A room of twenty four men, all of them near-identical replicas of one another - though some of them had some distinctly different features here and there, such as a longer dick, or an extra dick, or no dick at all; that one was really insistent on being as submissive as possible - and only two of them still had pants on.
The Psi sheepishly grinned. "I mean, we MIGHT have gotten carried away around the Theta, sir… He even said he'd actually just deliver the research, but never came through."
The Omega fell to his knees in defeat. They only needed to complete this procedure once, maybe twice, but they filled the entire fucking greek alphabet and still never delivered anything. All this, because the Alpha was just too much of a horny sub… That very same man was sitting in the lab chair, waving at the Omega cheerfully, a cage on his shrunken dick, as he watched the others enjoy each other's company. The Omega could only leer in shameful contempt.
The experiment was a complete success, but at what cost?