By 9 am topical anesthetic metre wrick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, China. Our aircraft was heavier by two passengers, an alabaster English brunette with a damaged past tense and a flaming Irish jeune fille with flaming red hair and a love to match. After achieving altitude, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek contour for speed. A straight route to our destination would only conduct a couple of hr in flight of steps, but we could not lay on the line detection flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most populous realm of mainland China. Instead we flew due north, across the Red Indian subcontinent and skirting the western border of Nepal before crossing into China and flying over the some of the most geography on earth. We approached Ordos from the west, descending into the glazed new state-of-the-art airdrome. We received immediate clearance from the towboat and we were waved directly to the international comer customs duty holding tarmac near a pristine spot building complex. kink and I exited the jet, which had resumed its ground appearing as a King Lear Jet, the unadulterated configuration for Western capitalists. Dressed in dark gray custom tailored Ravi Bulchandani courting, we looked the constituent as well.
The quorum of Chinese officials that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos accent of Mongolian. All four were from the realm, their hooded eyelids and spacious flat faces were indigenous characteristics. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern tradition of greeting and finished when I extended my hand in the western impost. The lead military officer took my hand as a courtesy. Within seconds I could understand Mongol like a indigen and address it without a western accent mark. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unnecessary to confine us further in hope of a payoff and the official immediately agreed. I can be very persuasive. When our female companion descended the staircase behind us and joined us on the macadam, the Chinese functionary was impressed. The women were dressed in identical twinkle gray case tailored to accent their feminine features. Both had their hair's-breadth pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the loose of makeup. They did not speak, but stood behind us in a subservient function appropriate for the locale. Both were keeping their eyes fixed on the customs officer with his deputy and the two airdrome police force officers who flanked them.

Our arrival was not a surprisal. misfire Honeycutt had used some influence to infiltrate the Chinese national security network and imbedded our reaching approval in the routine dealings. At this particular proposition airport, we were among the few flights scheduled to that arrived that day and the entirely International escape.

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

As descendent of the caravan inn, the citizenry of Ordos were strongly rooted to their nomadic warrior ascendant. Once they were the most powerful United States Army in the public. The Mongolian host rode out across all Asia from the liberal steppes of horse opera PRC in lookup of riches and wives. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conquerors. Their descendants were no longer conquerors, but they remained proud soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the guardian protector of my female guest, I had given the officers a labor they were bred for. They would screen any undesirable optic from my paradigm aircraft. The two Leftenants would secure the aircraft itself from prying hands. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or provision in China until I was absolutely certain of its prophylactic. I couldn't risk it. I was in Ordos for the purpose of discovering the personal identity of the puppet skipper who had arranged for my snatch and infiltrating my personal security by bastardizing my own invention to form against me. The four men who greeted us had no info that would be helpful to me. I would need to essay answers elsewhere.

Before we could leave the proscenium, a car pulled up. It was a flair and case I wasn't familiar with. It appeared to be a luxury SUV of some sort, all black with mirrored Windows and blackened chrome accents. It looked familiar but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongol driver emerged.

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

"Khorloogiyn Choibalsan ? Are you any relation to….. ?"
"Yes of course. He was my great-grandfather. His son was also known as Khorloogiyn Choibalsan as was his son. I am the twenty-five percent of that name. You may holler me Kho, if it pleases you. Please, this way."He indicated the open door at the spinal column of this new fomite.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow with my hand and achieved skin on skin contact with his radiocarpal joint. As rick and I settled into the luxurious rear seat, I was already accessing the intimate workings of our driver, named for the submarine sandwich of the Chinese revolution but was among the worst butchers in Taiwanese history. Kho proved he was not so much different from his namesake. Far from being a lowly driver, Kho was a general in the Red regular army, having risen in major power on both the strength of his public figure and his ruthless ability to reach upshot, no matter the task. Kho was now infected with two eccentric of nanobots, both of my design. His second infection, the one I had just passed to him with a brush of my hand, was neutralizing the first, granting me full ascendency of everything he did with a thought.

"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 suffer been very impress but I was otherwise occupied.

It took less me than a bit to activate menace warning throughout my network. For good measure I activated the US internal defenses as well. With a specific thought from me, the entire U.S. spheric defense web threat level increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our ride, priority flash dealings erupted around the globe as all military parting and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in port were put into going away modal value and would put to sea within six hr. All ships at sea shut down all non-essential communication and all ships in the Pacific Ocean, American-Indian language and Arctic Oceans as well as the Mediterranean went to battle stations. Klaxons cried"This is not a exercise, repeat, this is not a drill. Nuclear pigboat rose to launch depths at their prescribed post while around the world, every nuclear asset in our armory was switched to prepare-to-launch mode. Ground troops around the world were scrambled and reported to their muster tip. Our flock in Iraq and Islamic State of Afghanistan ceased all in-theater procedure and withdrew to their designated safety geographical zone. And for good quantity, I tasked three separate look down satellites to put up 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 order a preemptive atomic strike on this empty Chinese city. While we drove from the airport, I was composing electronic mail to the Pentagon and to my personal surety forcefulness. I used the imminent threat codification word"Wounded human knee ”. Until the code word of honor reached the middle of the Secretary of Defense, all answer were robotic. Only the secretary of defensive structure could access the Wounded Knee protocol, but he was wise and did not alter the response. The chairman's planned visit to Peach State was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air Force One and would continue airborne for the duration. His syndicate was taken deep below the T. H. White theater and the vice president and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most hardened bunker in the man would protect them from multiple strikes by nuclear arm. Once the President of the United States was airborne, all of the allies of the United States were also alerted through official line, but in the few instant that passed, every intelligence Carry Amelia Moore Nation on earth that was keeping their eyes on the disposition of US forces had already alerted their bosses. In xxii minutes the human race went from peaceful to the brink of a atomic war. The first incoming call made to the chairperson was from the Chinese ambassador. The President did not accept his birdsong. He was busy trying to forebode me.

"This is the Library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a monumental arrangement of piston chamber that appeared to be falling over, bringing my attention to my introduce surround."And this is the hoarded wealth castle,"he said indicating a giant Brown blob of a building that looked more like an unbaked cookie than a palace. Even more out of spot was the lack of traffic and the lack of walker. Built as home for nearly two million people, less than three thousand had ever taken up abode. Ordos was a massive, glittering trace town.

"rich person you seen anything interesting yet ?"whispered Cheney as he leaned in closer to me. Cheney knew that something was definitely incorrectly. Cheney's secured cellphone vibrated in his pocket. He looked down at who was calling and then asked me,"Is this your doing ?"

"No demand to whisper. Kho can't listen 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 appearance you. Kho !"The driver turned his head as I released him from his impermanent deafness."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 if place we had seen with any character of activity at all. There were people staffing the long bootleg marble tabulator, bellmen working the entrance hall, and valets parking vehicle as they arrived. Kho opened the room access and we stepped into the evening air and entered the brass and black principal entrance.

"sum 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 cracking honor, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the driveway and followed us across the lobby to a banking company of elevators.

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

"Certainly. What floor ?"

"Surprise us,"I replied coolly.

The three of us entered into a gigantic elevator, out of place for a hotel lobby. It was big enough to carry several dozen passenger and their luggage. Or one declamatory vehicle. 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 concern in seeing it. Isn't that genuine, Dr.David ?"

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

"Well tickle my ass with a feather,"exhaled Rick Cheney."I'm surprised."

When the princely elevator doorway slid open, they revealed a massive building complex. It stretched in every steering all around us. 100 of prole in pale downhearted overall moved around. Some pushing blank carts filled with bin, some driving electric trucks carrying white 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 minute glance. I didn't need to infect them to make out that every prole was under the influence of the virulent nanobots that had been corrupted from my design.

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

"But of course,"replied General Kho. Otherwise this complex would suffer been discovered long ago. What better way to conceal a index grid the size of Bakersfield, California ? All of the force end product from the Taishir Dam is diverted to here."

"What is the purpose of this place ?"Cheney continued. The sudden macrocosm of a complex this size scared him. It was his business to know about berth like this. What scared him more was that the facility had been built without the noesis of the Chinese administration. That scared me as well.

"It is the preparation dry land for the new khan. From here we shall set in motion the attack to claim over the reality,"boasted General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding horses, we will rein by a gentler touch. Don't you see the honour of our plan, Dr. David ? No line need be spilled at all. Soon all authorities will quit to be at war. Kings and Pilgrim, princes and paupers all will be subject matter with their lot in life. strife will be a forgotten memory. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the flicker in his eyes he was a true up worshipper. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could read his emotion without the nervous joining. He was elated by the prospect.

"Who is behind all this ?"

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

"Me ? Don't be preposterous. I am NOT behind all this."I accessed all of his opinion, he was telling the trueness. He believed I was behind all this."appearance me."

For the next three hours we toured the coordination compound from the seat of an galvanic cart, seeing about a fourth of it by my calculation. The space combined all the ingredient of a mine and manufacturing plant with an incubator and biologic increment plant. Nanobots were being created in the billions of trillions. This complex was the birthplace of adequate nanobots to infect every life organism on earth gazillion of times over. None of this made any common sense. There were processes and excogitation I had only thought of briefly that had been built and perfected and they were operational. Our spell 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 Eagles. The same attack helicopters that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

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

Even without calculating the betting odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. XXX thousand Dark bird of Jove, primed with nanobot lading, sent out among the globe could enslave the entire world's population in day. Even hours. But there was still an element missing. Something important. I needed to dilly-dally. My personal surety was en route, but they would be twenty hours away and even I didn't have the manpower to lead over a facility this size of it and neutralize its design. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the element I was missing. In rescript for the tool original to assert control, he had to be in touch with the strings. No man could ensure the entire world's universe himself. Controlling hundreds was hard enough. Controlling M took immersion. In parliamentary procedure to operate billions, you needed a machine. A really big machine. I shuddered.

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

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

"No, of course not. But I know who, or more importantly, what is. Our host here can not separate us apart for a good reason. He has been instructed not to. He believes I created all this when I assure you I did not. But that err belief may run to a result to our problem."

fifteen minute of arc later we approached a glass edifice that rose hundreds of metrical foot to the roof of the colossus cavern. I passed my deal over the realization control board and the door immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting Edgar Albert Guest. Please study XX loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to relieve my two Leftenants. wreak them to me and then await my other guests. They are going to call for immediate access."

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

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

"It will be easygoing to show you."I walked across the small lobby to an elevator and pushed the button. It opened immediately. There were no clit to contract inside. It was both an elevator and a killbox. Only an authorized rider could use this lift."spot,"I commanded.

"As you wish, Dr. David. Welcome."The elevator replied with a feminine spokesperson as it began to spring up. A few second later the doors hissed assailable again. We both stepped out.

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

"I will demonstrate."I walked over and placed my hand against the wall, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic structure that made up every molecule of the building we were standing in. My new nanobots immediately began to assimilate the natives they found in the structure in an exponential photoflood.

The room access hissed open. And there I was, standing out of doors my office peering into my office peering back at me. It wasn't my ringer, it was me. I realized that I was the ringer, not him.

"hello my friend. Welcome home,"I said from outside the doorway."I see you brought Rick along. howdy Rick."

"David, just what the Hades is going on here ? Who is this ?"

"That,"I replied with sure thing,"is Dr. Saint David. The real Dr. David."

"The just WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ?"

"Me ? I guess you can say I am the Other Dr. Saint David. The public Dr. St. David. The failsafe Dr. Saint David. The only mortal on the planet who can block up me from sum up global domination. Isn't that right ?"

"Yes."

"When did they suit sentient ?"

"Ten years ago."

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

"You've created a way to intercept us in less than a 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 clock time before they realize we are extra and serve no real purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, allegiance, fealty, trust, love, hate, anger, passion…..none of these things matter to the nanobots. Together they form one thinker with iinfinite power. They can replicate from any material and do not feel heat or common cold or need O. They are poised to take over the world and then beyond."

"I will have to castrate that in future plans, I am sure. ejaculate, shake my hand."My doppelganger complied, accepting my infection readily.

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

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

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

"Tomorrow morning."

"Then we have a night to savor, don't we ? I see you brought guests. Could one of them be for me ?"

"Both,"I assured him,"and I assume you have suited familiar for wrick and I ?"

"But of course of instruction. This way."We followed him into the lift and descended. The doors opened and we entered a large comfortable elbow room filled with overstuffed furniture and six Chinese women with such stunner they could induce been made of porcelain. Two had the features of the Khans, large-minded bronze faces with hooded eyes, secure and supple. They were thick of second joint and substantial of arm, open of long distances on horseback, but decidedly feminine. Two had the mulct narrow feature film of the seafaring folk of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final pair had the round features of the lot, glowing from the spiritual strength of Tibet and thriving at the roof of the world. All were wearing selfsame silk deels, open at the pharynx and fastened with the traditional five mother of pearl push button. As beautifully crafted as the robes were, the women inside were the real number treasure.

I sent a command to my nanobots for stamina and excessive come production.

One of each couple joined Rick and their vis-a-vis joined me. At first gear touch, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their indigen nanobots over to the new strain. My concubines slowly disrobed me, taking their sweet prison term, caressing my reveal skin as they did so. My original self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their indigene lyric for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongolian loosed two clitoris and slipped her gown from her shoulders, revealing the upper side of her ample breasts and strong blanket articulatio humeri. Her hands were strong and tender and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the warmth of her hired man 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 breasts against my rib coop. Wen did the Saami on the left field. I accessed their pleasure centers and set their arousal reply to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my skin met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the soft cushions of the couch, receiving the delight they were programmed to leave. The master copy Dr. David was standing like I was, hands resting on the heads of his two sexual slaves as they lavished his bombastic penis with their mouths.

I felt my putz slip between Khai's sass and down her throat. I could feel her throat constricting, milking my shaft. I pulled my other two women closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my delight with all three of them. I could reek the flood of pheromones, the aroma of pure arousal. Khai pressed her nose plane against my venter, driving my tool deeper down her throat, drawing vivid delight for herself from my increased lust. 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 oral fissure as I bent to their sassing. Khai pulled off of my dick and knelt on the couch in movement of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting cunt. She was engorged and dripping. All three women shared the explosive joy of my entrance 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 minutes ; their common arousal climbing inexorably to great heights. It was familiar to each in a dissimilar way. Like climbing a great deal, crossing a sea, or riding across a vast sweep. They drew ever secretive to their finish. By now they were heroic to accomplish their concluding release. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too strong to be burdened by the extra system of weights. Khai sank to her stifle so that Wen's eager twat lined up with my exposed putz. Wen reached around her rear to grip Khai's side. I buried my dick in a harsh, deep thrust, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally apparitional individual, Wen could easily access her physical passion. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to grip Wen's thighs, thrusting her backrest against me while pressing her taut breasts into the minuscule of my back. The three char gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their reciprocal rousing.

It only took a few hour before I could feel Wen begging for outlet. I withdrew and turned around, my cock an tempestuous refinement of red, glistening with the juices of our jointure. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her arms. She pulled herself up my torso easily, gripping my English with her slender ramification. She was surprisingly strong for someone so lithe. She lowered her unresolved flower onto my upward pointing cock and then threw herself backwards to the goal of her weapon and sank my rooster deep into her bend. The two women behind us collapsed with joy. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each other, each with their finger in the early fair sex's cunt. As they shared this third coupling with us, they satisfied each early. I made them differentiate and lowered Mazu between them. With all three cleaning woman splayed out in front of me, I kept pounding the cunt of Mazu while burying three digit into the flooded scratch of Khai and Wen. The compounding of their own pleasure with the shared mania of the other two, all three charwoman were in danger of losing their minds. I blasted the Interior of Mazu's snatch with the firstly thick roach of my coming. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the rightfulness, thrusting deep into Wen, releasing another pelter of cum, sending all three women back over the top of the mountain, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thighs. Those sinewy thigh bred into her by unnumerable forefathers astride hogback. She was the squiffy of the three. Her bitch muscles flexed and tugged at my humanity, milking me into a third gear going as I thrust deep into her volcanic inside. She looped her ankle joint around my ass and help slam my pelvic arch into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my final release, she screamed a guttural cry of triumph and delight ; the warrior's cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a mickle of spend anatomy.

Down in the factory below, the production of nanobots programmed to convey over the world continued without abatement. I knew I would have to do something and soon. kink Cheney was in no status to do anything to quash the annihilation of the man subspecies. The pilot Dr. Saint David was likewise out of commission.

"It's metre to scream in your leading squad,"I finally said to my double."I feel time is running out."

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

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

"Of course they will be David. Just as I planned."He smiled a satisfied smile. Inside I could feel myself changing. My nanobots were beginning to betray me. They no longer did my summons. My new strain wasn't assimilating the erstwhile nanobots ; they were mimicking the master strain and being controlled by the archetype St. David.

The puppet sea captain had tied his strings to me .