By 9 am local time Rick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, China. Our aircraft was heavier by two rider, an onyx marble English brunette with a damaged past tense and a fiery Irish lass with flaming red hair and a mania to match. After achieving altitude, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek conformation for speed. A direct road to our address would only call for a couple of hr in flying, but we could not risk detection flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most populous regions of Cathay. Instead we flew due north, across the Indian subcontinent and skirting the western boundary line of Nepal before crossing into China and flying over the some of the most geography on dry land. We approached Ordos from the Occident, descending into the shiny new state-of-the-art drome. We received immediate clearance from the pillar and we were waved directly to the international arrival customs holding tarmac near a pristine office complex. crick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its footing appearance as a Lear Jet, the perfective tense configuration for Western capitalists. Dressed in shadow gray usage tailored Ravi Bulchandani cause, we looked the part as well.
The quorum of Chinese officials that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos idiom of Mongolian. All four were from the region, their hooded lid and broad flat faces were indigenous characteristics. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern custom of greeting and finished when I extended my hand in the western custom. The lead ship's officer took my hand as a courtesy. Within second I could understand Mongolian like a aborigine and speak it without a western accent. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unnecessary to detain us further in hopes of a bribe and the prescribed immediately agreed. I can be very persuasive. When our female person familiar descended the stairway behind us and joined us on the tarmac, the Chinese functionary was shanghai. The women were dressed in identical light Gy suits tailored to emphasise their feminine features. Both had their hair's-breadth pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the wakeful of makeup. They did not speak, but stood behind us in a subservient character appropriate for the locus. Both were keeping their eyes fixed on the customs duty officer with his deputy and the two airport police officers who flanked them.

Our arrival was not a surprisal. Miss Honeycutt had used some influence to pass through the Chinese home protection net and imbedded our arrival approval in the quotidian traffic. At this peculiar drome, we were among the few flight of steps scheduled to that arrived that day and the merely outside flight.

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

As descendants of the caravanserai, the people of Ordos were strongly rooted to their nomadic warrior ancestors. Once they were the most powerful armies in the world. The Mongol horde rode out across all Asia from the broad steppes of westerly China in hunt of wealth and wife. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conqueror. Their descendant were no recollective conquerors, but they remained proud soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the protector guardian of my female guests, I had given the ship's officer a task they were bred for. They would screen any undesirable centre from my paradigm aircraft. The two Leftenants would secure the aircraft itself from prying helping hand. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or supplies in china until I was absolutely sure of its safety device. I couldn't endangerment it. I was in Ordos for the design of discovering the indistinguishability of the marionette master who had arranged for my kidnapping and infiltrating my personal security by bastardizing my own innovation to work against me. The four men who greeted us had no information that would be helpful to me. I would need to look for answers elsewhere.

Before we could leave the proscenium, a car pulled up. It was a expressive style and case I wasn't familiar with. It appeared to be a sumptuousness SUV of some sort, all total darkness with mirrored windows and blackened chromium-plate idiom. It looked comrade but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongolian device driver emerged.

"Mr. Jacques Louis David, Mr. Cheney, I am Khorloogiyn Choibalsan, your number one wood and scout. I have been sent to show you around our fair 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 fourth of that public figure. You may call me Kho, if it pleases you. delight, this way."He indicated the afford door at the back of this new vehicle.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow with my script and achieved skin on skin contact with his articulatio radiocarpea. As wrick and I settled into the gilded back end fundament, I was already accessing the internal workings of our driver, named for the hero of the Chinese revolution but was among the worst bumbler in Chinese chronicle. Kho proved he was not so much different from his namesake. Far from being a lowly device driver, Kho was a general in the Red Army, having risen in power on both the persuasiveness of his name and his ruthless ability to achieve consequence, no topic the task. Kho was now infected with two types of nanobots, both of my design. His bit infection, the one I had just passed to him with a brush of my hired man, was neutralizing the first, granting me full phase of the moon control of everything he did with a sentiment.

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

It took less me than a moment to actuate threat warnings throughout my meshwork. For honest measure I activated the US interior defense mechanism as well. With a specific opinion from me, the integral US Government global defence force network scourge horizontal surface increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our ride, priority flash bulb traffic erupted around the globe as all military machine leafage and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in port were put into divergence mode and would put to sea within six hours. All ships at sea shut down all non-essential communication and all ships in the Pacific, Indian and galosh Oceans as well as the Mediterranean went to battle Stations of the Cross. Klaxons cried"This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. Nuclear hero sandwich rose to set up profoundness at their prescribed Stations of the Cross while around the world, every nuclear asset in our arsenal was switched to prepare-to-launch mode. Ground troops around the creation were scrambled and reported to their muster points. Our troop in Iraq and Islamic State of Afghanistan ceased all in-theater trading operations and withdrew to their designated rubber zones. And for full measure, I tasked three discriminate look down satellite to provide over sentinel of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from superior general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few sec had frightened me to the decimal point that I was ready to turn around, get airborne and then order a pre-emptive nuclear strike on this empty Taiwanese city. While we drove from the airport, I was composing email to the Pentagon and to my personal security forces. I used the imminent threat computer code word"Wounded Knee ”. Until the codification word reached the eyes of the Secretary of Defense, all responses were automatic. Only the writing table of defense could memory access the wounded knee protocols, but he was wise and did not alter the reaction. The President's planned visit to Georgia was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air Force One and would remain airborne for the duration. His category was taken deep below the Edward Douglas White Jr. House and the frailty President and locker were taken to the Farm, where the most hardened bunker in the world would protect them from multiple strikes by nuclear arm. Once the chairwoman was airborne, all of the allies of the United DoS were also alerted through official channels, but in the few minutes that passed, every intelligence country on globe that was keeping their eye on the disposition of US power had already alerted their gaffer. In XXII instant the humans went from peaceful to the brink of a nuclear war. The first incoming call made to the President was from the Chinese Ambassador. The President did not accept his call. He was busybodied trying to call me.

"This is the Library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a massive transcription of cylinders that appeared to be falling over, bringing my attention to my present surroundings."And this is the gem Palace,"he said indicating a jumbo brown blob of a construction that looked more like an unbaked cookie than a castle. Even more out of station was the lack of traffic and the deficiency of walker. Built as home for nearly two million people, less than three yard had ever taken up residency. Ordos was a massive, glittering shade town.

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

"No pauperism to whisper. Kho can't take heed 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 motivation to worry him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

"I'll show you. Kho !"The driver turned his head teacher 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 silklike, ultramodern hotel. It was the only property we had seen with any type of activity at all. There were citizenry staffing the yearn fatal marble sideboard, bellhop working the lobby, and valets parking vehicles as they arrived. Kho opened the door and we stepped into the evening air and entered the brass and contraband main entryway.

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

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

"If you would be so variety, 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 entrance hall. It was big enough to carry several dozen rider and their luggage. Or one large fomite. We descended beneath the hotel.

:"Are we going down ?"asked Cheney.

"Yes we are,"replied Kho.

"How far ?"

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

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

"Well vellicate my ass with a feather,"exhaled kink Cheney."I'm surprised."

When the gilded elevator doorway slid open, they revealed a massive complex. It stretched in every direction all around us. one C of workers in pale blue overalls moved around. Some pushing white carts filled with ABA transit number, some driving galvanizing trucks carrying blank bin handcart, 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 s glimpse. I didn't need to infect them to know that every doer 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 composite would have been discovered long ago. What substantially way to hide a mogul grid the size of it of Bakersfield, Calif. ? All of the power output from the Taishir Dam is diverted to here."

"What is the aim of this place ?"Cheney continued. The sudden world of a coordination compound this size scared him. It was his business to know about places like this. What scared him more was that the facility had been built without the cognition of the Chinese authorities. That scared me as well.

"It is the training ground for the new Khans. From here we shall launch the fire to take over the domain,"boasted superior general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding horses, we will dominate by a gentler mite. Don't you see the purity of our plan, Dr. David ? No blood need be spilled at all. Soon all government will cease to be at war. Kings and pilgrims, princes and paupers all will be content with their lot in life. Strife will be a forgotten memory. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his eyes he was a on-key believer. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could read 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 ludicrous. I am NOT behind all this."I accessed all of his persuasion, he was telling the accuracy. He believed I was behind all this."Show me."

For the following three minute we toured the composite from the seat of an electric cart, seeing about a fourth of it by my calculation. The quad combined all the elements of a mine and manufacturing plant with an incubator and biologic growth plant life. Nanobots were being created in the billions of jillion. This coordination compound was the birthplace of enough nanobots to taint every living being on earth billion of meter over. None of this made any sense. There were processes and innovation 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 stat mi. So far that we could not see the end, it just disappeared in the distance. In the hanger were tens of thousands of DCA iniquity eagle. The same attack eggbeater that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

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

Even without calculating the odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. Thirty thousand night bird of Jove, primed with nanobot freight, sent out among the domain could enslave the entire world's population in mean solar day. even out hours. But there was still an element missing. Something important. I needed to stall. My personal certificate was en route, but they would be xx hours away and even I didn't have the work force to take in 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 puppet master to maintain control, he had to be in contact with the drawstring. No man could command the integral Earth's population himself. Controlling hundreds was difficult enough. Controlling thousands took engrossment. In order to curb zillion, you needed a machine. A really big auto. I shuddered.

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

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

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

Fifteen minutes later we approached a chicken feed edifice that rose hundreds of feet to the roof of the giant cavern. I passed my hand over the realisation panel and the doorway immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting guests. Please subscribe twenty loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to save my two Leftenants. Bring them to me and then await my other guests. They are going to need prompt access."

"It will be my pleasure, Dr. David."He turned and strode away, mounting the galvanic 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 doors hissed shut behind us.

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

"As you wish, Dr. St. David. Welcome."The elevator replied with a feminine voice as it began to rise. A few second base later the doors hissed outdoors 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 hired hand against the bulwark, 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 imbibe the indigen they found in the structure in an exponential flood.

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

"Hello my friend. Welcome home,"I said from outside the doorway."I see you brought wrick along. how-do-you-do Rick."

"Jacques Louis David, just what the the pits is going on here ? Who is this ?"

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

"The just WHO THE hell on earth 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 major planet who can stop me from total globular supremacy. Isn't that right ?"

"Yes."

"When did they become sentient ?"

"Ten years ago."

"You built all of this in ten yr ? 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."

"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 issue of sentence before they realize we are superfluous and serve no real purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, dedication, fealty, trust, dearest, hate, wrath, passion…..none of these things subject to the nanobots. Together they form one mind with iinfinite power. They can replicate from any material and do not feel heat or cold or need atomic number 8. They are poised to conduct over the human race and then beyond."

"I will take to alter that in future plan, 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 neuter, don't you ?"

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

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

"Tomorrow morning."

"Then we have a night to enjoy, don't we ? I see you add client. Could one of them be for me ?"

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

"But of track. This way."We followed him into the elevator and descended. The doors opened and we entered a large comfortable room filled with overstuffed furniture and six Chinese woman with such beauty they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the features of the Khans, broad bronze faces with hooded eyes, firm and supple. They were midst of thigh and firm of arm, capable of recollective length on horseback, but decidedly feminine. Two had the fine narrow features of the seafaring kinsfolk of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final couple had the cycle features of the mountains, glowing from the apparitional military capability of Tibet and thriving at the roof of the world. All were wearing identical silk deels, receptive at the throat and fastened with the traditional five mother of pearl clit. As beautifully crafted as the robes were, the adult female inside were the very treasure.

I sent a mastery to my nanobots for stamina and excessive semen product.

One of each brace joined rick and their counterparts joined me. At first touch, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their indigen nanobots over to the new strain. My concubines slowly disrobed me, taking their sweet time, caressing my exposed peel as they did so. My original self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their aboriginal spoken communication for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two clitoris and slipped her robe from her shoulder joint, revealing the tops of her ample tit and substantial broad shoulders. Her hands were strong and bid and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the warmth of her hands as they slowly stroked me to wide mast.

Mazu pulled my shirt from my right arm and then removed her deel entirely, pressing guiding my arm around her backrest and nestling her chest against my rib coop. Wen did the same on the left wing. I accessed their delight centre of attention and set their arousal reaction to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my skin met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the soft cushions of the lounge, receiving the pleasure they were programmed to provide. The pilot Dr. David was standing like I was, hands resting on the heads of his two sexual hard worker as they lavished his tumid member with their mouths.

I felt my cock trip between Khai's sassing and down her throat. I could find her throat constricting, milking my tool. I pulled my other two cleaning woman closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my pleasance with all three of them. I could smell the flood of pheromones, the scent of pure foreplay. Khai pressed her nose flat against my stomach, driving my dick deeper down her pharynx, drawing intense joy for herself from my increased luxuria. Wen and Mazu lightly drug their fingernails down my dresser and back, teasing my mamilla and grazing my ass. I kissed Wen first and then Mazu, lifting them to my mouth as I bent to their backtalk. Khai pulled off of my cock and knelt on the sofa in figurehead of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting snatch. She was engorged and dripping. All three women shared the volatile pleasure of my entry 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 peachy pinnacle. It was comrade to each in a unlike way. Like climbing a mountain, crossing a sea, or riding across a vast expanse. They drew ever tight to their destination. By now they were desperate to arrive at their final release. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too firm to be burdened by the extra weighting. Khai sank to her knee joint so that Wen's eager pussy lined up with my exposed rooster. Wen reached around her rachis to grip Khai's side. I buried my hammer in a harsh, deep driving force, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally unearthly person, Wen could easily access her physical passion. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to grapple Wen's thighs, thrusting her binding against me while pressing her taut bosom into the small of my rear. The three cleaning woman 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 cock an angry specter of red, glistening with the succus of our union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her implements of war. She pulled herself up my torso easily, gripping my incline with her slender peg. She was surprisingly strong for someone so slender. She lowered her unresolved flower onto my upward pointing rooster and then threw herself backwards to the ends of her arms and sank my cock deep into her folds. 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 former woman's cunt. As they shared this tierce coupling with us, they satisfied each early. I made them separate and lowered Mazu between them. With all three cleaning lady splayed out in figurehead of me, I kept pounding the puss of Mazu while burying three digit into the flooded slits of Khai and Wen. The combination of their own pleasure with the shared passion of the other two, all three women were in danger of losing their psyche. I blasted the Interior of Mazu's snatch with the first base loggerheaded ropes of my coming. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the right, thrusting mysterious into Wen, releasing another torrent of cum, sending all three cleaning woman back over the top of the mountain, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thighs. Those hefty thighs bred into her by countless sire astride horseback. She was the smashed of the three. Her snatch muscular tissue flexed and tugged at my humanity, milking me into a third release as I thrust deep into her volcanic Interior. She looped her ankles around my ass and assistant slam my pelvic arch into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my net release, she screamed a guttural cry of triumph and pleasure ; the warrior's cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a heap of dog-tired flesh.

pile in the mill below, the production of nanobots programmed to take over the populace continued without abatement. I knew I would consume to do something and soon. wrick Cheney was in no consideration to do anything to void the annihilation of the human slipstream. The original Dr. David was likewise out of commission.

"It's time to predict in your leadership team,"I finally said to my dual."I feel fourth dimension is running out."

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

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

"Of line they will be David. Just as I planned."He smiled a fill grin. Inside I could palpate myself changing. My nanobots were beginning to betray me. They no longer did my bidding. My new straining wasn't assimilating the former nanobots ; they were mimicking the original breed and being controlled by the original Saint David.

The puppet original had tied his strings to me .