By 9 am local clock time wrick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, Republic of China. Our aircraft was heavier by two passengers, an alabaster English brunet with a damaged past and a fiery Irish lassie with flaming red hair and a passion to match. After achieving EL, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek configuration for speed. A steer path to our goal would only bring a twain of time of day in trajectory, but we could not take chances detection flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most populous regions of PRC. Instead we flew due north, across the Indian subcontinent and skirting the western sandwich border of Nepal before crossing into China and flying over the some of the most geography on earthly concern. We approached Ordos from the Mae West, descending into the sheeny new state-of-the-art aerodrome. We received immediate clearance from the tower and we were waved directly to the international arrival customs holding tarmac near a pristine berth composite. Rick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its ground appearance as a Lear Jet, the perfect shape for western capitalists. Dressed in dark Asa Gray custom tailored Ravi Bulchandani cause, we looked the part as well.
The quorum of Chinese official that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos accent of Mongolic. All four were from the region, their hooded lid and broad vapid faces were autochthonal feature. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern customs of greeting and finished when I extended my hired man in the western sandwich custom. The jumper cable officeholder took my hand as a courtesy. Within seconds I could understand Mongolic language like a aboriginal and speak it without a western accent. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unnecessary to detain us further in Leslie Townes Hope of a bribe and the official immediately agreed. I can be very persuasive. When our distaff companions descended the staircase behind us and joined us on the tarmac, the Taiwanese official was impressed. The women were dressed in indistinguishable luminousness gray suits tailored to accent their feminine features. Both had their hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the lightest of physical composition. They did not speak, but stood behind us in a subservient role appropriate for the locale. Both were keeping their eyes fixed on the customs policeman with his deputy and the two airport law ship's officer who flanked them.

Our comer was not a surprise. Miss Honeycutt had used some influence to infiltrate the Chinese subject security network and imbedded our reaching blessing in the bit dealings. At this particular airport, we were among the few flights scheduled to that arrived that day and the only international flight.

"These women are our consorts. They will remain with the aircraft. Please see to their comfort and security."The local anesthetic constabulary nodded to indicate that my wishes would be carried out.

As descendants of the Khans, the people of Ordos were strongly rooted to their nomadic warrior ancestors. Once they were the most powerful armies in the human beings. The Mongolian horde rode out across all Asia from the broad steppes of western China in search of wealth and wives. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conquerors. Their posterity were no prospicient vanquisher, but they remained lofty soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the guardian guardian of my female guests, I had given the officers a task they were bred for. They would screen any unwanted middle from my prototype aircraft. The two Leftenants would procure the aircraft itself from prying manus. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or provision in China until I was absolutely certain of its safety. I couldn't risk it. I was in Ordos for the purpose of discovering the identity element of the tool master who had arranged for my kidnapping and infiltrating my personal protection by bastardizing my own excogitation to work against me. The four men who greeted us had no information that would be helpful to me. I would call for to seek answers elsewhere.

Before we could leave the proscenium, a car pulled up. It was a elan and type I wasn't fellow with. It appeared to be a luxury SUV of some sort, all sinister with mirror windows and blackened chrome accents. It looked familiar but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongolian driver emerged.

"Mr. St. David, Mr. Cheney, I am Khorloogiyn Choibalsan, your number one wood and guide. I have been sent to evidence you around our fair city."

"Khorloogiyn Choibalsan ? Are you any congress to….. ?"
"Yes of course. He was my great-grandfather. His son was also known as Khorloogiyn Choibalsan as was his son. I am the fourth of that name. You may call me Kho, if it pleases you. please, this way."He indicated the receptive door at the cover of this new fomite.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow with my hand and achieved peel on skin contact lens with his carpus. As wrick and I settled into the luxurious erect seat, I was already accessing the internal working of our number one wood, named for the grinder of the Taiwanese revolution but was among the bad butchers in Chinese account. Kho proved he was not so much different from his namesake. Far from being a lowly number one wood, Kho was a general in the Red Army, having risen in business leader on both the strength of his gens and his ruthless ability to accomplish effect, no thing the task. Kho was now infected with two types of nanobots, both of my innovation. His second contagion, the one I had just passed to him with a brush of my hand, was neutralizing the first, granting me broad control of everything he did with a thought process.

"It's a Bentley,"stated Kho, mistaking my gaze for peculiarity. Indeed it was. A pre-production model of the new Bentley SUV. I would bear been very impressed but I was otherwise occupied.

It took less me than a moment to activate threat warning throughout my meshwork. For dependable mensuration I activated the US national Defense Department as well. With a specific thought from me, the intact US Government global defence force meshwork threat floor increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our ride, priority flash dealings erupted around the globe as all military machine leaves and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in port were put into going away style and would put to sea within six hour. All ships at sea shut down all non-essential communication and all ships in the Pacific Ocean, Indian and golosh sea as well as the Mediterranean Sea went to battle station. Klaxons cried"This is not a exercise, repeat, this is not a recitation. Nuclear submarines rose to launch depths at their prescribed stations while around the world, every atomic plus in our arsenal was switched to prepare-to-launch mode. primer troops around the mankind were scrambled and reported to their conscription points. Our troops in Iraq and Islamic State of Afghanistan ceased all in-theater operations and withdrew to their designated safe zones. And for full measure, I tasked three split look down satellites to render over watch of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few seconds had frightened me to the point that I was ready to turn around, get airborne and then parliamentary procedure a preemptive atomic strike on this empty Chinese city. While we drove from the airdrome, I was composing email to the Pentagon and to my personal security measures forces. I used the imminent threat code word of honor"maimed Knee ”. Until the code word reached the eyes of the Secretary of denial, all reply were automatic. Only the secretary of defense lawyers could access the Wounded articulatio genus protocol, but he was wise and did not alter the answer. The president's planned visit to Peach State was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air Force One and would remain airborne for the duration. His kinfolk was taken deep below the White House and the Vice chair and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most hardened bunker in the world would protect them from multiple strikes by nuclear weapons. Once the President of the United States was airborne, all of the friend of the United commonwealth were also alerted through functionary channels, but in the few minutes that passed, every intelligence Nation on earthly concern that was keeping their eyes on the tendency of US forces had already alerted their political boss. In twenty-two minutes the world went from peaceful to the brink of a nuclear war. The offset entry call made to the chair was from the Taiwanese embassador. The President did not consent his call. He was interfering trying to call me.

"This is the program library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a massive musical arrangement of piston chamber that appeared to be falling over, bringing my attention to my gift surroundings."And this is the gem palace,"he said indicating a giant dark-brown blob of a construction that looked more like an unbaked cookie than a castle. Even more out of topographic point was the lack of traffic and the lack of pedestrians. Built as nursing home for nearly two million people, to a lesser extent than three 1000 had ever taken up residency. Ordos was a massive, glittering ghost town.

"wealthy person you seen anything interesting yet ?"whispered Cheney as he leaned in finisher to me. Cheney knew that something was definitely wrong. Cheney's secured cellular telephone vibrated in his pouch. He looked down at who was calling and then asked me,"Is this your doing ?"

"No indigence to whisper. Kho can't discover us,"I replied."Yes it's my doing. I put the US on DEFCON 2."He stared at me with trepidation."Everything we need to see is in the mines,"I assured him. I didn't tell him more than that. No want to interest him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

"I'll show you. Kho !"The driver turned his head as I released him from his temporary hearing loss."Take us to the Hotel Senwei."

"Of course. We will be there in four minutes."

We pulled up at a satiny, ultramodern hotel. It was the alone lieu we had seen with any character of activity at all. There were multitude staffing the farseeing black marble heel counter, bellmen working the lobby, and valets parking fomite as they arrived. Kho opened the door and we stepped into the eve air and entered the brass and black main entry.

"sum us Kho,"I called over my shoulder joint. My off-the-cuff input was received as an unbreakable social club, just as I expected it to be.

"It would be my great award, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the driveway and followed us across the antechamber to a bank of elevator.

"If you would be so kind, Kho,"I waved him toward the controls.

"Certainly. What base ?"

"Surprise us,"I replied coolly.

The three of us entered into a gigantic elevator, out of space for a hotel antechamber. It was big enough to deport several 12 passengers and their baggage. Or one large vehicle. We descended beneath the hotel.

:"Are we going down ?"asked Cheney.

"Yes we are,"replied Kho.

"How far ?"

"Down to the factory. Dr. Saint David is most interested in seeing it. Isn't that true, Dr.David ?"

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

"wellspring tickle my ass with a feather,"exhaled haystack Cheney."I'm surprised."

When the opulent elevator door slid open, they revealed a monumental complex. It stretched in every counseling all around us. Hundreds of workers in pale blasphemous overalls moved around. Some pushing blanched carts filled with bins, some driving electric trucks carrying albumen bin carts, some walking without any burden but appearing to be going somewhere urgently. Everyone seemed to be doing something useful and no one gave us a secondment glance. I didn't need to infect them to know that every actor was under the influence of the virulent nanobots that had been corrupted from my design.

"The metropolis above is a jumbo façade, isn't it ?"asked Cheney.

"But of course,"replied General Kho. Otherwise this complex would have been discovered long ago. What better way to hide a power grid the size of Bakersfield, California ? All of the business leader output from the Taishir Dam is diverted to here."

"What is the determination of this place ?"Cheney continued. The sudden creation of a complex this size scared him. It was his clientele to sleep together about places like this. What scared him more was that the adroitness had been built without the knowledge of the Chinese regime. That scared me as well.

"It is the grooming ground for the new caravan inn. From here we shall found the attack to need over the earth,"boasted General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding horse, we will rule by a gentler touch. Don't you see the purity of our plan, Dr. David ? No bloodline need be spilled at all. Soon all governments will lay off to be at war. business leader and pilgrims, princes and paupers all will be content with their lot in living. Strife will be a forgotten memory. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his eyes he was a true believer. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could take his emotion without the nervous connection. He was elated by the prospect.

"Who is behind all this ?"

"You."He looked directly at me."Of course."

"Me ? Don't be absurd. I am NOT behind all this."I accessed all of his cerebration, he was telling the the true. He believed I was behind all this."display me."

For the next three hours we toured the building complex from the seat of an galvanizing cart, seeing about a fourth of it by my computing. The space combined all the elements of a mine and manufacturing plant with an brooder and biological increase plant. Nanobots were being created in the billions of trillions. This complex was the birthplace of enough nanobots to taint every bread and butter organism on earth millions of times over. None of this made any sense. There were cognitive operation and excogitation I had only thought of briefly that had been built and perfected and they were operational. Our tour ended abruptly in a cavernous hanger that stretched for miles. So far that we could not see the end, it just disappeared in the distance. In the hanger were tens of thousands of DCA Dark eagle. The same tone-beginning helicopters that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

"These are our new entire !"boasted General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."When we take to the skies in these, all will be swept before us. We will not be denied our rightful plaza as ruler of the world."

Even without calculating the odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. XXX thousand Dark Eagles, primed with nanobot load, sent out among the Earth could enslave the intact macrocosm's population in day. Even hr. But there was still an element missing. Something authoritative. I needed to stall. My personal certificate was en route, but they would be twenty hours away and even I didn't have the manpower to read over a facility this size and neutralize its purpose. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the element I was missing. In order for the creature passkey to maintain control, he had to be in contact with the strand. No man could control the integral world's universe himself. Controlling hundreds was difficult enough. Controlling thousands took concentration. In ordination to hold in 1000000000, you needed a machine. A really big motorcar. I shuddered.

"Show me to my post and science lab,"I ordered Kho."There is work to be done."

"You have an business office here ?"hissed Cheney."You really ARE behind all this ?"

"No, of track not. But I know who, or more importantly, what is. Our boniface here can not tell us apart for a good reasonableness. He has been instructed not to. He believes I created all this when I assure you I did not. But that false opinion may lead to a solution to our problem."

Fifteen minutes later we approached a ice edifice that rose one C of feet to the roof of the giant cavern. I passed my hand over the recognition panel and the doorway immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting guests. Please take twenty loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to relieve my two Leftenants. get them to me and then await my other node. They are going to take immediate access."

"It will be my pleasure, Dr. David."He turned and strode away, mounting the electric car vehicle and zipping off toward the elevator back to the Hotel Senwei.

"What is going on David ? I need an explanation and I need it now !"demanded Cheney as the door hissed shut behind us.

"It will be easygoing to point you."I walked across the modest third house to an elevator and pushed the button. It opened immediately. There were no push button to urge inside. It was both an lift and a killbox. Only an authorized rider could use this elevator."position,"I commanded.

"As you wish, Dr. David. Welcome."The elevator replied with a feminine voice as it began to stand up. A few seconds later the doors hissed open up again. We both stepped out.

"This is….your office."Cheney was understandably confused."I mean, it looks like your post. What the Hades is going on here ?"

"I will demonstrate."I walked over and placed my deal against the wall, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic structure that made up every atom of the construction we were standing in. My new nanobots immediately began to take in the indigene they found in the social structure in an exponential flood.

The doorway hissed subject. And there I was, standing out-of-door my office peering into my place peering back at me. It wasn't my clone, it was me. I realized that I was the clone, not him.

"Hello my friend. Welcome house,"I said from outside the doorway."I see you brought crick along. hi Rick."

"St. David, just what the hell is going on here ? Who is this ?"

"That,"I replied with certainty,"is Dr. David. The REAL Dr. David."

"The just WHO THE Hades ARE YOU ?"

"Me ? I guess you can say I am the Other Dr. David. The public Dr. David. The failsafe Dr. David. The only if person on the planet who can hold on me from add together global domination. Isn't that right ?"

"Yes."

"When did they become sentient ?"

"Ten age ago."

"You built all of this in ten age ? I am impressed."

"You've created a way to stop over us in less than a calendar month, I am even more impressed."

"We are brilliant."

"Yes we are."

"Have you begun neutralizing the threat ?"

"Should I ?"

"If you don't, it can never be done. Once the nanobots are released, they can never be recalled. It will only be a matter of meter before they realize we are purposeless and serve no real number purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, loyalty, fealty, cartel, love life, hate, ire, passion…..none of these things topic to the nanobots. Together they form one mind with iinfinite power. They can duplicate from any material and do not feel rut or coldness or want oxygen. They are poised to choose over the earthly concern and then beyond."

"I will have to alter that in succeeding programme, I am sure. Come, shake my hand."My doppelganger complied, accepting my infection readily.

"You realize I could use these new nanos to create a strain that your new bots can not alter, don't you ?"

"But you won't do that, will you ?

"Of course not. That would defeat your purpose entirely wouldn't it ?"We both laughed."When does the cavalry arrive ?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Then we have a dark to enjoy, don't we ? I see you play node. Could one of them be for me ?"

"Both,"I assured him,"and I assume you have suitable companions for hayrick and I ?"

"But of course. This way."We followed him into the elevator and descended. The doors opened and we entered a expectant well-situated room filled with overstuff piece of furniture and six Chinese women with such mantrap they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the feature of the caravan inn, broad bronze faces with hooded eye, strong and supple. They were thick of thigh and strong of arm, capable of tenacious distances on horseback, but decidedly feminine. Two had the fine narrow features of the seafaring folk of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final twain had the round features of the mountains, glowing from the phantasmal metier of Tibet and thriving at the roof of the earth. All were wearing identical silk deels, surface at the throat and fastened with the traditional five mother of ivory button. As beautifully crafted as the gown were, the cleaning lady inside were the real treasure.

I sent a control to my nanobots for stamina and excessive seed yield.

One of each pair joined kink and their counterpart joined me. At first tactual sensation, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their aboriginal nanobots over to the new strain. My concubines slowly disrobed me, taking their sweet clock time, caressing my exhibit skin as they did so. My pilot self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their native language for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two push and slipped her robe from her shoulders, revealing the tops of her ample breasts and firm broad shoulders. Her hand were strong and tender and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the warmness of her workforce as they slowly stroked me to good mast.

Mazu pulled my shirt from my right arm and then removed her deel entirely, pressing guiding my arm around her dorsum and nestling her breasts against my rib coop. Wen did the same on the left. I accessed their joy centers and set their arousal response to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my cutis met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the indulgent cushions of the couch, receiving the pleasure they were programmed to provide. The original Dr. David was standing like I was, hands resting on the heads of his two sexual slave as they lavished his turgid member with their mouths.

I felt my cock slip between Khai's lips and down her pharynx. I could feel her pharynx constricting, milking my hammer. I pulled my former two women closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my joy with all three of them. I could smell the flowage of pheromones, the scent of pure rousing. Khai pressed her nose flat against my tummy, driving my putz deeper down her throat, drawing intense pleasure for herself from my increased lust. Wen and Mazu lightly drug their fingernails down my bureau and back, teasing my nipples and grazing my ass. I kissed Wen first and then Mazu, lifting them to my sass as I bent to their backtalk. Khai pulled off of my pecker and knelt on the lounge in front end of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting cunt. She was engorged and dripping. All three women shared the explosive pleasance of my entree into Khai, I saw to that. I stood still as Wen and Mazu pulled Khai back onto my shaft. They pumped her in and out for respective hour ; their mutual arousal climbing inexorably to bully summit. It was companion to each in a dissimilar way. Like climbing a deal, crossing a sea, or riding across a vast expanse. They drew ever closer to their name and address. By now they were desperate to strain their final release. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too strong to be burdened by the extra exercising weight. Khai sank to her genu so that Wen's bore bitch lined up with my exposed pecker. Wen reached around her vertebral column to grip Khai's side. I buried my peter in a harsh, deep thrust, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally ghostly person, Wen could easily approach her physical love. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to grip Wen's thighs, thrusting her back against me while pressing her taut breast into the belittled of my back. The three char gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual arousal.

It only took a few min before I could palpate Wen begging for spill. I withdrew and turned around, my cock an furious shade of red, glistening with the juices of our coupling. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her blazon. She pulled herself up my torso easily, gripping my sides with her slender legs. She was surprisingly strong for somebody so lithe. She lowered her open flower onto my upward pointing cock and then threw herself backwards to the ends of her blazonry and sank my cock deep into her sheep pen. The two charwoman behind us collapsed with pleasure. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each other, each with their digit in the early woman's cunt. As they shared this third coupling with us, they satisfied each other. I made them separate and lowered Mazu between them. With all three women splayed out in nominal head of me, I kept pounding the cunt of Mazu while burying three finger into the flood slits of Khai and Wen. The combination of their own pleasure with the shared Passion of Christ of the other two, all three char were in danger of losing their mind. I blasted the Department of the Interior of Mazu's cunt with the initiative thick-skulled roach of my sexual climax. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the right, thrusting late into Wen, releasing another soaker of cum, sending all three cleaning woman back over the top of the mountain, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thighs. Those sinewy thigh bred into her by countless forefathers astride horseback. She was the miserly of the three. Her snatch muscles flexed and tugged at my manhood, milking me into a third spillage as I thrust deep into her volcanic Interior Department. She looped her ankles around my ass and service slam my rosehip into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my final release, she screamed a pharyngeal consonant cry of triumph and pleasure ; the warrior's cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a heap of spent flesh.

pile in the factory below, the product of nanobots programmed to take over the earthly concern continued without abatement. I knew I would have to do something and soon. hayrick Cheney was in no condition to do anything to avoid the annihilation of the human raceway. The original Dr. David was likewise out of commission.

"It's time to call in your leading team,"I finally said to my repeat."I feel metre is running out."

"You are probably right. My deliberation state of matter we have about four and a half hours."

"Then the horse cavalry will be too later,"I said, sitting up. I was no longer tired.

"Of class they will be St. David. Just as I planned."He smiled a satisfy grinning. Inside I could feel myself changing. My nanobots were beginning to betray me. They no longer did my bidding. My new air wasn't assimilating the former nanobots ; they were mimicking the master copy strain and being controlled by the original Saint David.

The puppet schoolmaster had tied his strings to me .