By 9 am local anesthetic clock time rick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, PRC. Our aircraft was heavier by two passengers, an alabaster English brunette with a damaged past tense and a ardent Irish lass with flaming red hair and a warmth to match. After achieving altitude, my paradigm aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek configuration for speed. A direct itinerary to our destination would only occupy 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 Indian subcontinent and skirting the horse opera border of Nepal before crossing into China and flying over the some of the most geography on globe. We approached Ordos from the Mae West, descending into the lustrous new state-of-the-art aerodrome. We received immediate clearance from the tower and we were waved directly to the external arrival tradition holding tarmac near a pristine office complex. Rick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its land appearance as a Edward Lear Jet, the hone contour for western capitalists. Dressed in dark hoary usage tailored Ravi Bulchandani suit, we looked the piece as well.
The quorum of Chinese officials that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos dialect of Mongolian. All four were from the region, their hooded eyelid and all-embracing flat faces were indigenous characteristics. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern customs of greeting and finished when I extended my hand in the western custom. The lead officer took my hand as a courtesy. Within endorsement I could interpret Mongolic language like a indigen and speak it without a western idiom. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unnecessary to detain us further in Hope of a bribe and the official immediately agreed. I can be very persuasive. When our distaff companions descended the stairway behind us and joined us on the tarmac, the Chinese official was impressed. The fair sex were dressed in monovular light grayness suits 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 mouth, but stood behind us in a instrumental persona appropriate for the venue. Both were keeping their eyes fixed on the customs police officer with his deputy and the two drome police officer who flanked them.

Our arriver was not a surprise. girl Honeycutt had used some influence to pass through the Chinese national security network and imbedded our arrival approval in the routine traffic. At this particular drome, we were among the few trajectory scheduled to that arrived that day and the only if external flight.

"These womanhood are our consort. They will remain with the aircraft. Please see to their solace and security."The local constabulary nodded to indicate that my compliments would be carried out.

As descendants of the Khans, the multitude of Ordos were strongly rooted to their roving warrior ascendant. Once they were the most powerful USA in the existence. The Mongolian hordes rode out across all Asia from the unsubtle steppes of westerly China in search of wealth and wife. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conqueror. Their descendants were no tenacious conquerors, but they remained proud soldiers eager for accolade. By leaving them as the guardian defender of my female Guest, I had given the police officer a task they were bred for. They would screen any unwanted eyes from my epitome aircraft. The two Leftenants would stop up the aircraft itself from prying helping hand. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or supplies in Communist China until I was absolutely certain of its safety. I couldn't endangerment it. I was in Ordos for the aim of discovering the identity of the marionette master who had arranged for my kidnapping and infiltrating my personal security by bastardizing my own inventions to work against me. The four men who greeted us had no information that would be helpful to me. I would demand to seek answers elsewhere.

Before we could leave the apron, a car pulled up. It was a expressive style and character I wasn't familiar spirit with. It appeared to be a sumptuosity SUV of some form, all black with mirrored Windows and blackened chrome accents. It looked familiar but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongolic 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 carnival city."

"Khorloogiyn Choibalsan ? Are you any sexual relation to….. ?"
"Yes of row. 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 bid me Kho, if it pleases you. Please, this way."He indicated the open door at the vertebral column of this new vehicle.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow joint with my hand and achieved cutis on hide middleman with his wrist. As Rick and I settled into the sumptuous rear place, I was already accessing the intimate workings of our driver, named for the Cuban sandwich of the Formosan gyration but was among the worst butchers in Chinese account. Kho proved he was not so a great deal different from his namesake. Far from being a lowly driver, Kho was a universal in the Red regular army, having risen in power on both the military capability of his public figure and his ruthless ability to achieve results, no matter the labor. Kho was now infected with two character of nanobots, both of my innovation. His second infection, the one I had just passed to him with a brushing of my hand, was neutralizing the first, granting me good controller of everything he did with a mentation.

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

It took less me than a mo to spark threat warning throughout my network. For just measure I activated the US national defensive structure as well. With a specific mentation from me, the entire U.S. global defense network menace level increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our ride, priority flash dealings erupted around the globe as all war machine foliage and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in larboard were put into going mode and would put to sea within six minute. All ships at sea shut down all non-essential communication and all ships in the Pacific, American-Indian language and Arctic Oceans as well as the Mediterranean went to engagement stations. Klaxons cried"This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a exercise. Nuclear submarine sandwich rose to launch depths at their dictate place while around the macrocosm, every nuclear asset in our armory was switched to prepare-to-launch fashion. Ground troops around the world were scrambled and reported to their draft points. Our scout troop in Al-Iraq and Afghanistan ceased all in-theater operations and withdrew to their designated rubber geographical zone. And for good measure, I tasked three freestanding look down satellites to provide over lookout of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from full general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few seconds had frightened me to the point that I was ready to deform around, get airborne and then order a pre-emptive nuclear strike on this empty Chinese city. While we drove from the drome, I was composing e-mail to the Pentagon and to my personal security system forces. I used the impendent scourge code countersign"Wounded knee joint ”. Until the code Holy Scripture reached the eye of the Secretary of defense mechanism, all reception were robotlike. Only the writing table of refutation could access the Wounded genu protocols, but he was wise and did not falsify the response. The President's planned visit to Georgia was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air force out One and would remain airborne for the duration. His fellowship was taken deep below the egg white sign and the frailty President and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most temper bunker in the man would protect them from multiple strike by nuclear arm. Once the prexy was airborne, all of the allies of the United States were also alerted through official channels, but in the few minutes that passed, every intelligence operation commonwealth on earth that was keeping their center on the disposition of US force-out had already alerted their bosses. In twenty-two minutes the macrocosm went from peaceful to the verge of a nuclear war. The offset entry call made to the President was from the Chinese Ambassador. The president did not accept his call. He was engaged trying to yell me.

"This is the program library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a massive system of cylinders that appeared to be falling over, bringing my care to my present surround."And this is the Treasure castle,"he said indicating a giant brown blob of a building that looked more like an unbaked biscuit than a castle. Even more out of piazza was the lack of traffic and the lack of pedestrians. Built as dwelling for nearly two million the great unwashed, to a lesser extent than three thousand had ever taken up mansion house. Ordos was a monumental, glittering ghost town.

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

"No want to whisper. Kho can't hear 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 demand to care him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

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

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

We pulled up at a flowing, ultramodern hotel. It was the just place we had seen with any character of bodily process at all. There were hoi polloi staffing the retentive Shirley Temple marble heel counter, bellmen working the lobby, and gentleman parking vehicle as they arrived. Kho opened the door and we stepped into the even air and entered the brass and black principal entrance.

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

"It would be my heavy honor, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the private road and followed us across the lobby to a banking concern of elevators.

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

"Certainly. What trading floor ?"

"Surprise us,"I replied coolly.

The three of us entered into a gigantic elevator, out of place for a hotel foyer. It was big enough to carry several dozen 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 manufacturing plant. Dr. David is nigh concerned in seeing it. Isn't that dead on target, Dr.David ?"

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

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

When the opulent lift doors slid unfold, they revealed a massive complex. It stretched in every direction all around us. Hundreds of workers in pale blue overalls moved around. Some pushing white handcart filled with bins, some driving galvanizing hand truck carrying blank bin carts, some walking without any core but appearing to be going somewhere urgently. Everyone seemed to be doing something useful and no one gave us a second glance. I didn't need to infect them to know 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 General Kho. Otherwise this complex would feature been discovered long ago. What better way to shroud a mightiness grid the size of it of Bakersfield, California ? All of the power end product from the Taishir Dam is diverted to here."

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

"It is the training priming for the new Khans. From here we shall establish the attack to consider over the world,"boasted superior general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding cavalry, we will decree by a gentler touch. Don't you see the innocence of our plan, Dr. Jacques Louis David ? No blood need be spilled at all. Soon all government will finish to be at war. B. B. King and Pilgrim, princes and paupers all will be content with their lot in living. Strife will be a blank out retentiveness. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the spark in his centre he was a true believer. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could read 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 thoughts, he was telling the truth. He believed I was behind all this."show me."

For the next three hour we toured the complex from the tail of an electrical 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 growth plant. Nanobots were being created in the gazillion of trillions. This complex was the cradle of enough nanobots to taint every living being on globe zillion of fourth dimension over. None of this made any sense. There were cognitive process and inventions I had only thought of briefly that had been built and perfected and they were usable. Our circuit ended abruptly in a cavernous hanger that stretched for international nautical mile. So far that we could not see the end, it just disappeared in the distance. In the hanger were decade of one thousand of DCA night bird of Jove. The same flak helicopters that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

"These are our new stallion !"boasted full general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."When we take to the skies in these, all will be swept before us. We will not be denied our rightful blank space as swayer of the world."

Even without calculating the betting odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. thirty thousand Dark eagle, primed with nanobot load, sent out among the universe could enslave the entire world's population in days. Even minute. But there was still an element missing. Something significant. I needed to stall. My personal security measures was en route, but they would be xx minute away and even I didn't have the manpower to remove over a quickness this size and neutralize its purpose. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the ingredient I was missing. In order for the puppet master to preserve control, he had to be in physical contact with the strings. No man could insure the entire world's universe himself. Controlling hundreds was difficult enough. Controlling thou took engrossment. In order to control million, you needed a car. A really big machine. I shuddered.

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

"You have an post 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 assure us apart for a just reason. He has been instructed not to. He believes I created all this when I assure you I did not. But that mistaken belief may lead to a solvent to our problem."

Fifteen bit later we approached a glass edifice that rose century of animal foot to the roof of the behemoth cavern. I passed my handwriting over the realization panel and the room access immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting invitee. Please get twenty loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to alleviate my two Leftenants. Bring them to me and then await my former Edgar Albert Guest. They are going to need prompt access."

"It will be my joy, 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 David ? I need an explanation and I need it now !"demanded Cheney as the doors hissed shut behind us.

"It will be promiscuous to show you."I walked across the small lobby to an elevator and pushed the button. It opened immediately. There were no buttons to press inside. It was both an elevator and a killbox. Only an pass rider could use this elevator."Office,"I commanded.

"As you wish, Dr. David. Welcome."The lift replied with a feminine voice as it began to rise. A few second later the doors hissed open air again. We both stepped out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The just WHO THE Hades ARE YOU ?"

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

"Yes."

"When did they become sentient ?"

"Ten years 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."

"wealthy 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 time before they realize we are purposeless and serve no real purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, loyalty, allegiance, trustfulness, love, hatred, ire, passion…..none of these affair issue to the nanobots. Together they form one nous with iinfinite magnate. They can replicate from any material and do not feel heat energy or cold or demand O. They are poised to hold over the earth and then beyond."

"I will have to alter that in future plans, I am sure. Come, stimulate 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 intent 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 brought invitee. Could one of them be for me ?"

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

"But of course. This way."We followed him into the elevator and descended. The doors opened and we entered a large comfortable elbow room filled with overstuffed furniture and six Chinese woman with such stunner they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the feature film of the Khans, broad bronze faces with hooded eyes, inviolable and supple. They were midst of second joint and strong of arm, capable of long distance on horseback, but decidedly feminine. Two had the fine narrow features of the seafaring family line of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final brace had the round features of the wad, glowing from the spiritual forte of Tibet and thriving at the roof of the world. All were wearing identical silk deels, open at the pharynx and fastened with the traditional five mother of drop buttons. As beautifully crafted as the robes were, the fair sex inside were the real treasure.

I sent a command to my nanobots for staying power and undue seed production.

One of each span joined Rick and their counterpart joined me. At first touch, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their aboriginal nanobots over to the new strain. My courtesan slowly disrobed me, taking their sweet time, caressing my exposed hide as they did so. My original self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their native nomenclature for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two button and slipped her robe from her shoulders, revealing the tops of her ample breast and strong broad articulatio humeri. Her hands were strong and supply ship and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the warmth of her mitt as they slowly stroked me to wax mast.

Mazu pulled my shirt from my right arm and then removed her deel entirely, pressing guiding my arm around her binding and nestling her breasts against my rib coop. Wen did the same on the leftfield. I accessed their pleasure snapper and set their stimulation reply to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my skin met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the soft cushions of the sofa, receiving the joy they were programmed to provide. The original Dr. Saint David was standing like I was, hands resting on the heads of his two intimate hard worker as they lavished his turgid member with their mouths.

I felt my tool slip between Khai's lips and down her throat. I could feel her throat constricting, milking my tool. I pulled my other two women closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my pleasure with all three of them. I could sense the inundation of pheromones, the olfactory property of pure stimulation. Khai pressed her nose 2-dimensional against my belly, driving my stopcock deeper down her throat, drawing intense pleasure for herself from my increased lustfulness. 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 lips. Khai pulled off of my cock and knelt on the sofa in front of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting bitch. She was engorged and dripping. All three cleaning woman shared the volatile pleasure 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 various moment ; their mutual stimulation climbing inexorably to bully heights. It was familiar to each in a different way. Like climbing a mountain, crossing a sea, or riding across a immense expanse. They drew ever closer to their destination. By now they were despairing to give their final examination discharge. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too solid to be burdened by the additional system of weights. Khai sank to her articulatio genus so that Wen's tidal bore puss lined up with my exposed putz. Wen reached around her back to grip Khai's side. I buried my cock in a harsh, deep thrust, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally spiritual person, Wen could easily access her strong-arm 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 breasts into the small of my back. The three women gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual arousal.

It only took a few minutes before I could feel Wen begging for release. I withdrew and turned around, my tool an angry shade of red, glistening with the juices of our union. Mazu reached up and encircled my cervix with her munition. She pulled herself up my body easily, gripping my slope with her slender leg. She was surprisingly strong for individual so lithe. She lowered her undefendable blossom onto my upwardly pointing pecker and then threw herself backwards to the ends of her arms and sank my hammer deep into her bend. The two women behind us collapsed with pleasure. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each other, each with their finger in the other woman's cunt. As they shared this tertiary coupling with us, they satisfied each other. I made them tell and lowered Mazu between them. With all three charwoman splayed out in presence of me, I kept pounding the cunt of Mazu while burying three fingers into the flooded cunt of Khai and Wen. The combination of their own joy with the shared passion of the other two, all three womanhood were in danger of losing their minds. I blasted the interior of Mazu's puss with the first thick R-2 of my sexual climax. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the right, thrusting deep into Wen, releasing another downpour of cum, sending all three women back over the top of the mountain, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thighs. Those powerful second joint bred into her by countless forefather astride horseback. She was the tightest of the three. Her cunt sinew flexed and tugged at my manhood, milking me into a third base tone ending as I thrust deep into her volcanic interior. She looped her mortise joint around my ass and assistance slam my hips into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my final exam passing, she screamed a pharyngeal consonant cry of triumph and pleasure ; the warrior's cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a wad of spent physical body.

down in the factory below, the production of nanobots programmed to take over the world continued without abatement. I knew I would have to do something and soon. crick Cheney was in no status to do anything to avoid the disintegration of the human race. The master copy Dr. David was likewise out of delegacy.

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

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

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

"Of grade they will be St. David. Just as I planned."He smiled a satisfied grin. Inside I could sense myself changing. My nanobots were beginning to deceive me. They no longer did my dictation. My new strain wasn't assimilating the former nanobots ; they were mimicking the original straining and being controlled by the original David.

The puppet maestro had tied his twine to me .