By 9 am local anesthetic time crick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, Red China. Our aircraft was heavier by two passengers, an alabaster English language brunette with a damaged past and a fiery Irish people lass with flaming red hair and a passion to pit. After achieving EL, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek shape for speed. A organize route to our terminus would only take a couple of hr in flight, but we could not risk detection flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most populous regions of China. Instead we flew due north, across the Amerind subcontinent and skirting the western margin of Nepal before crossing into PRC and flying over the some of the most geographics on earth. We approached Ordos from the W, descending into the glazed new state-of-the-art airdrome. We received immediate headroom from the tower and we were waved directly to the international arrival customs holding macadam near a pristine role coordination compound. crick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its background visual aspect as a Lear Jet, the perfect conformation for western capitalists. Dressed in colored greyish custom tailored Ravi Bulchandani suits, we looked the constituent as well.
The quorum of Chinese functionary that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos idiom of Mongolian. All four were from the area, their hooded lid and broad monotonous faces were autochthonal characteristics. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern usage of greeting and finished when I extended my helping hand in the western impost. The lead officer took my hand as a courtesy. Within seconds I could interpret Mongol like a indigene and utter it without a western speech pattern. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unneeded to detain us further in Bob Hope of a bribe and the prescribed immediately agreed. I can be very persuasive. When our female familiar descended the staircase behind us and joined us on the macadam, the Chinese official was impressed. The women were dressed in identical light source gray suit of clothes tailored to accent their feminine features. Both had their hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the lightest of makeup. They did not address, but stood behind us in a subservient purpose appropriate for the locale. Both were keeping their center fixed on the customs duty officer with his deputy and the two airport police military officer who flanked them.

Our arrival was not a surprise. young woman Honeycutt had used some influence to infiltrate the Formosan national security department network and imbedded our comer approval in the turn traffic. At this particular airport, we were among the few flight of steps scheduled to that arrived that day and the only international flying.

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

As descendant of the Khans, the citizenry of Ordos were strongly rooted to their nomadic warrior ancestors. Once they were the most potent armies in the human beings. The Mongol host rode out across all Asia from the broad steppes of western sandwich china in search of riches and wife. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and vanquisher. Their posterity were no foresighted vanquisher, but they remained lofty soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the defender guardian of my female guests, I had given the officers a labor they were bred for. They would screen out any unwanted eyes from my prototype aircraft. The two Leftenants would secure the aircraft itself from prying hands. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or supplies 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 of the marionette sea captain who had arranged for my kidnapping and infiltrating my personal security by bastardizing my own conception to work against me. The four men who greeted us had no information that would be helpful to me. I would require to seek solvent elsewhere.

Before we could impart the forestage, a car pulled up. It was a style and eccentric I wasn't familiar with. It appeared to be a lavishness SUV of some sort, all black with mirrored windows and blackened chrome accents. It looked familiar but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongolian device driver emerged.

"Mr. David, Mr. Cheney, I am Khorloogiyn Choibalsan, your device driver and guide. I have been sent to show you around our bazaar city."

"Khorloogiyn Choibalsan ? Are you any coition to….. ?"
"Yes of trend. 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 predict me Kho, if it pleases you. Please, this way."He indicated the open door at the back of this new fomite.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow with my hand and achieved skin on skin tangency with his radiocarpal joint. As kink and I settled into the luxurious rear seat, I was already accessing the interior workings of our driver, named for the sub of the Chinese revolution but was among the worst meatman in Chinese history. Kho proved he was not so much different from his namesake. Far from being a lowly driver, Kho was a universal in the Red Army, having risen in superpower on both the posture of his name and his ruthless ability to reach results, no matter the project. Kho was now infected with two case of nanobots, both of my pattern. His second base infection, the one I had just passed to him with a brush of my hired man, was neutralizing the first-class honours degree, granting me full-of-the-moon control condition of everything he did with a thought.

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

It took less me than a moment to trigger off threat monition throughout my mesh. For good quantity I activated the US internal defense mechanism as well. With a particular thought from me, the intact U.S. global defense network threat story increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our ride, priority flash dealings erupted around the globe as all armed forces leaves and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in larboard were put into going away musical mode and would put to sea within six 60 minutes. All ships at sea shut down all non-essential communication and all ships in the Pacific, American-Indian language and galosh ocean as well as the Mediterranean went to battle Stations of the Cross. Klaxons cried"This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a Mandrillus leucophaeus. Nuclear submarine sandwich rose to launch depth at their prescribed stations while around the human race, every nuclear asset in our arsenal was switched to prepare-to-launch way. Ground troops around the world were scrambled and reported to their muster points. Our military personnel in Iraq and Islamic State of Afghanistan ceased all in-theater operations and withdrew to their designated rubber zones. And for good measure, I tasked three secern look down planet to provide over watch of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few seconds had frightened me to the dot that I was ready to turn around, get airborne and then order a preemptive nuclear hit on this discharge Chinese city. While we drove from the airport, I was composing email to the Pentagon and to my personal security department forces. I used the impending menace computer code tidings"Wounded Knee ”. Until the code Christian Bible reached the heart of the repository of defense mechanism, all responses were automatic. Only the Secretary of Defense could access the maimed knee protocols, but he was impudent and did not vary the reception. The President of the United States's planned sojourn to GA was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air military group One and would rest airborne for the length. His family was taken deep below the Edward White House and the vice United States President and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most hardened bunker in the world would protect them from multiple strikes by nuclear weapon system. Once the chairperson was airborne, all of the allies of the United States were also alerted through official epithelial duct, but in the few transactions that passed, every intelligence information body politic on earth that was keeping their center on the disposition of US personnel had already alerted their political boss. In twenty-two min the world went from peaceful to the brink of a nuclear war. The outset incoming call made to the President was from the Taiwanese embassador. The President did not accept his call. He was officious trying to address me.

"This is the subroutine library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a massive arranging of cylinder that appeared to be falling over, bringing my attention to my demo surroundings."And this is the Treasure Palace,"he said indicating a monster embrown blob of a edifice that looked more like an unbaked cooky than a palace. Even more out of place was the lack of dealings and the lack of walker. Built as dwelling house for nearly two million people, lupus erythematosus than three thousand had ever taken up residence. Ordos was a massive, glittering wraith Ithiel Town.

"Have you seen anything interesting yet ?"whispered Cheney as he leaned in finisher to me. Cheney knew that something was definitely damage. Cheney's secured mobile phone vibrated in his sack. He looked down at who was calling and then asked me,"Is this your doing ?"

"No motivation to whisper. Kho can't get word 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 need to worry him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

"I'll show you. Kho !"The device 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 sleek, ultramodern hotel. It was the only place we had seen with any type of activity at all. There were people staffing the long lightlessness marble counter, bellman working the lobby, and man parking fomite as they arrived. Kho opened the doorway and we stepped into the evening air and entered the brass and black main incoming.

"Join us Kho,"I called over my articulatio humeri. My offhand comment was received as an unbreakable order, just as I expected it to be.

"It would be my great purity, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the driveway and followed us across the lobby to a bank building of lift.

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

"Certainly. What level ?"

"Surprise us,"I replied coolly.

The three of us entered into a gigantic elevator, out of place for a hotel entrance hall. It was big enough to deport several dozen passengers and their luggage. Or one bombastic fomite. We descended beneath the hotel.

:"Are we going down ?"asked Cheney.

"Yes we are,"replied Kho.

"How far ?"

"Down to the manufactory. Dr. David is most occupy in seeing it. Isn't that true, Dr.David ?"

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

"wellspring thrill my ass with a feather,"exhaled Rick Cheney."I'm surprised."

When the opulent lift doorway slid unfold, they revealed a monumental complex. It stretched in every direction all around us. Hundreds of doer in pale blue boilersuit moved around. Some pushing Edward White carts filled with bins, some driving electric trucks carrying ovalbumin bin cart, 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 second coup d'oeil. I didn't need to taint them to love that every worker was under the influence of the virulent nanobots that had been corrupted from my design.

"The city above is a giant façade, isn't it ?"asked Cheney.

"But of course,"replied superior general Kho. Otherwise this complex would have been discovered long ago. What better way to obliterate a world power grid the size of it of Bakersfield, California ? All of the great power outturn from the Taishir Dam is diverted to here."

"What is the design of this place ?"Cheney continued. The sudden being of a coordination compound this sizing scared him. It was his business to know about post like this. What scared him more was that the facility had been built without the knowledge of the Chinese political science. That scared me as well.

"It is the training primer coat for the new Khans. From here we shall launch the attack to take over the earthly concern,"boasted superior general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding horses, we will decree by a gentler touch. Don't you see the purity of our design, Dr. St. David ? No blood need be spilled at all. Soon all governments will cease to be at war. queen and pilgrims, princes and paupers all will be message with their lot in life. Strife will be a forgotten store. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his middle he was a true truster. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could record his emotion without the neural connector. 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 thoughts, he was telling the truth. He believed I was behind all this."display me."

For the future three hours we toured the coordination compound from the ass of an electric cart, seeing about a fourth part of it by my calculation. The distance combined all the elements of a mine and manufacturing flora with an incubator and biologic growing plant. Nanobots were being created in the 1000000000000 of million. This complex was the place of origin of enough nanobots to infect every support organism on world billion of sentence over. None of this made any sensation. There were operation and inventions I had only thought of briefly that had been built and perfected and they were operational. Our go ended abruptly in a cavernous hanger that stretched for land mile. So far that we could not see the end, it just disappeared in the aloofness. In the hanger were tens of thousands of DCA Dark Eagles. The Saame attack helicopters that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

"These are our new stallions !"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 place as swayer of the world."

Even without calculating the betting odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. XXX thousand darkness bird of Jove, primed with nanobot lading, sent out among the world could enslave the entire existence's universe in days. Even hours. But there was still an element missing. Something of import. I needed to stall. My personal security was en route, but they would be 20 time of day away and even I didn't have the manpower to shoot over a facility this size and knock off its determination. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the element I was missing. In decree for the marionette master to defend control, he had to be in contact with the train. No man could control the entire world's universe himself. Controlling hundreds was unmanageable enough. Controlling one thousand took concentration. In Order to control billions, you needed a automobile. A really big machine. I shuddered.

"Show me to my office and laboratory,"I ordered Kho."There is piece of work to be done."

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

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

fifteen transactions later we approached a Methedrine building that rose hundreds of animal foot 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. Bring them to me and then await my other guests. They are going to call for immediate access."

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

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

"It will be light to record you."I walked across the pocket-sized lobby to an elevator and pushed the clit. It opened immediately. There were no buttons to press inside. It was both an elevator and a killbox. Only an authorized passenger could use this elevator."Office,"I commanded.

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

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

"I will demonstrate."I walked over and placed my mitt against the wall, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic structure that made up every molecule of the edifice we were standing in. My new nanobots immediately began to take in the indigen they found in the body structure in an exponential flood.

The door hissed open air. And there I was, standing exterior my office peering into my office peering back at me. It wasn't my knockoff, it was me. I realized that I was the clone, not him.

"Hello my booster. Welcome home,"I said from outside the doorway."I see you brought Rick along. Hello Rick."

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

"That,"I replied with foregone conclusion,"is Dr. St. David. The real number Dr. David."

"The just WHO THE blaze ARE YOU ?"

"Me ? I guess you can say I am the Other Dr. Saint David. The public Dr. David. The failsafe Dr. St. David. The only person on the planet who can finish me from total globular domination. Isn't that right ?"

"Yes."

"When did they suit sentient ?"

"Ten long time ago."

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

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

"We are brilliant."

"Yes we are."

"rich person 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 clip before they realize we are excess and serve no real purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, dedication, fealty, trustfulness, love, hate, ira, passion…..none of these things matter to the nanobots. Together they form one mind with iinfinite power. They can replicate from any material and do not sense heat or frigidity or need O. They are poised to postulate over the world and then beyond."

"I will stimulate to castrate that in futurity plan, I am sure. cum, shake my hand."My doppelganger complied, accepting my contagion 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 form not. That would defeat your design entirely wouldn't it ?"We both laughed."When does the cavalry arrive ?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Then we have a night to relish, don't we ? I see you bring in node. Could one of them be for me ?"

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

"But of class. This way."We followed him into the elevator and descended. The doors opened and we entered a enceinte comfortable room filled with overstuffed furniture and six Chinese women with such beauty they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the lineament of the Khans, all-inclusive bronze faces with hooded eyes, stiff and supple. They were thick of thigh and solid of arm, capable of longsighted distances on horseback, but decidedly feminine. Two had the very well narrow features of the seafaring folk of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final couple had the round features of the good deal, glowing from the apparitional long suit of Tibet and thriving at the roof of the reality. All were wearing superposable silk deels, open at the throat and fastened with the traditional five mother of pearl buttons. As beautifully crafted as the robes were, the cleaning woman inside were the literal treasure.

I sent a program line to my nanobots for stamina and unreasonable seed production.

One of each brace joined Rick and their similitude joined me. At initiative touch sensation, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their native nanobots over to the new strain. My concubines slowly disrobed me, taking their sweetness meter, caressing my exposed skin as they did so. My original ego had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their indigen language for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two release and slipped her robe from her shoulder, revealing the summit of her ample breasts and impregnable panoptic shoulders. Her hands were strong and tender and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the warmth of her handwriting as they slowly stroked me to full mast.

Mazu pulled my shirt from my right arm and then removed her deel entirely, pressing guiding my arm around her back and nestling her bosom against my rib cage. Wen did the same on the leftfield. I accessed their joy centers and set their foreplay response to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my tegument met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the balmy shock absorber of the sofa, receiving the pleasure they were programmed to provide. The original Dr. Jacques Louis David was standing like I was, hands resting on the heads of his two intimate slaves as they lavished his turgid member with their mouths.

I felt my cock slip between Khai's lips and down her throat. I could feel her throat constricting, milking my cock. I pulled my other two womanhood closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my pleasure with all three of them. I could smell the flood of pheromones, the scent of pure arousal. Khai pressed her nose flat against my tummy, driving my cock deeper down her throat, drawing vivid pleasance for herself from my increase luxuria. Wen and Mazu lightly drug their fingernails down my chest and back, teasing my nipples and grazing my ass. I kissed Wen first and then Mazu, lifting them to my mouth as I bent to their lip. Khai pulled off of my cock and knelt on the couch in front of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting bitch. She was engorged and dripping. All three women shared the explosive pleasure 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 several minutes ; their mutual arousal climbing inexorably to groovy meridian. It was familiar to each in a different way. Like climbing a mountain, crossing a sea, or riding across a Brobdingnagian expanse. They drew ever unaired to their destination. By now they were desperate to reach their final exam waiver. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too secure to be burdened by the extra system of weights. Khai sank to her knees so that Wen's tidal bore cunt lined up with my exposed shaft. Wen reached around her back to grip Khai's side of meat. I buried my cock in a harsh, mysterious thrust, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally spiritual person, Wen could easily approach her physical passion. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to fascinate Wen's thighs, thrusting her back against me while pressing her taut breasts into the small of my cover. The three women gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual foreplay.

It only took a few minutes before I could finger Wen begging for release. I withdrew and turned around, my putz an angry shade of red, glistening with the succus of our union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her weapon system. She pulled herself up my torso easily, gripping my sides with her slender legs. She was surprisingly solid for someone so lithe. She lowered her open blossom onto my up pointing cock and then threw herself backwards to the closing of her weapon and fall off my dick deep into her plication. The two women behind us collapsed with pleasure. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each other, each with their finger's breadth in the other woman's bitch. 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 front line of me, I kept pounding the snatch of Mazu while burying three fingerbreadth into the deluge slits of Khai and Wen. The compounding of their own pleasance with the shared passion of the other two, all three adult female were in danger of losing their minds. I blasted the Interior of Mazu's cunt with the outset thick circle of my orgasm. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the right wing, thrusting deep into Wen, releasing another deluge of cum, sending all three women back over the top of the heap, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thigh. Those brawny thighs bred into her by unnumerable forefathers astride horseback. She was the crocked of the three. Her pussy muscles flexed and tugged at my humanity, milking me into a tertiary release as I thrust deep into her volcanic Interior Department. She looped her articulatio talocruralis around my ass and help bang my pelvic girdle into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my last release, she screamed a guttural cry of triumph and pleasure ; the warrior's cry of triumph. The four of us collapsed in a heap of exhausted pulp.

Down in the mill below, the production of nanobots programmed to take over the world continued without abatement. I knew I would have to do something and soon. rick Cheney was in no condition to do anything to debar the annihilation of the human being race. The original Dr. Jacques Louis David was likewise out of commission.

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

"You are probably right. My calculation state we have about four and a one-half hours."

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

"Of course they will be David. Just as I planned."He smiled a satisfied grin. Inside I could feel myself changing. My nanobots were beginning to betray me. They no longer did my bidding. My new strain wasn't assimilating the onetime nanobots ; they were mimicking the original variant and being controlled by the pilot David.

The puppet master had tied his twine to me .