By 9 am local clock time Rick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, Republic of China. Our aircraft was heavier by two passengers, an alabaster side brunette with a damaged past and a fiery Irish whiskey lass with flaming red hair and a passion to match. After achieving altitude, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek configuration for velocity. A verbatim route to our name and address would only take a couple of hours in flight, but we could not chance signal detection flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most populous regions of PRC. Instead we flew due north, across the Amerind subcontinent and skirting the western perimeter of Nepal before crossing into Republic of 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 aerodrome. We received prompt headway from the tug and we were waved directly to the International reaching custom holding tarmac near a pristine agency building complex. Rick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its ground appearance as a Lear Jet, the perfect configuration for westerly capitalists. Dressed in black grayness usage tailored Ravi Bulchandani courting, we looked the portion as well.
The quorum of Formosan functionary that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos dialect of Mongolic. All four were from the region, their hooded palpebra and broad unconditional faces were indigenous characteristics. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern custom of greeting and finished when I extended my bridge player in the western custom. The lead officer took my hand as a good manners. Within instant I could understand Mongolian like a aborigine and speak it without a western dialect. 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 female person companions descended the staircase behind us and joined us on the tarmacadam, the Taiwanese official was affect. The cleaning lady were dressed in monovular light gray suits tailored to stress their feminine feature. Both had their hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the lightest of war paint. They did not verbalize, but stood behind us in a subservient role appropriate for the locale. Both were keeping their centre fixed on the impost officer with his deputy and the two aerodrome law policeman who flanked them.

Our reaching was not a surprise. Miss Honeycutt had used some influence to infiltrate the Formosan national security net and imbedded our arrival favourable reception in the number dealings. At this picky airport, we were among the few flight of steps scheduled to that arrived that day and the only outside trajectory.

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

As posterity of the khan, the people of Ordos were strongly rooted to their nomadic warrior ancestors. Once they were the most powerful U. S. Army in the world. The Mongolian hordes rode out across all Asia from the blanket steppes of western People's Republic of China in search of riches and wives. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conquerors. Their descendent were no longer conqueror, but they remained proud soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the shielder protectors of my female Guest, I had given the officers a task they were bred for. They would screen any unwanted center from my prototype aircraft. The two Leftenants would secure the aircraft itself from prying hired man. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or supply in PRC until I was absolutely certain of its safety. I couldn't risk it. I was in Ordos for the use of discovering the identity of the puppet master who had arranged for my snatch and infiltrating my personal security by bastardizing my own inventions to work against me. The four men who greeted us had no entropy that would be helpful to me. I would need to seek answers elsewhere.

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

"Mr. David, Mr. Cheney, I am Khorloogiyn Choibalsan, your driver and guide. I have been sent to render 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 name. You may anticipate me Kho, if it pleases you. Please, this way."He indicated the open room access at the cover of this new vehicle.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow with my manus and achieved cutis on hide contact with his wrist. As wrick and I settled into the luxurious hind end ass, I was already accessing the internal works of our number one wood, named for the hero of the Taiwanese gyration but was among the worst butchers in Chinese account. Kho proved he was not so much different from his namesake. Far from being a lowly device driver, Kho was a cosmopolitan in the Red Army, having risen in power on both the force of his epithet and his ruthless ability to achieve answer, no matter the task. Kho was now infected with two case of nanobots, both of my conception. His second infection, the one I had just passed to him with a copse of my helping hand, was neutralizing the showtime, granting me full control of everything he did with a sentiment.

"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 ingest been very impressed but I was otherwise occupied.

It took less me than a moment to touch off scourge warnings throughout my net. For near standard I activated the US home defenses as well. With a specific thought from me, the intact United States government ball-shaped defense network threat degree increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our ride, priority flash traffic erupted around the globe as all military leaves and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in embrasure were put into departure 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 Ocean, Indian and golosh Oceans as well as the Mediterranean went to conflict station. klaxon cried"This is not a exercise, repetition, this is not a drill. Nuclear submarines rose to establish depths at their official station while around the world, every nuclear plus in our arsenal was switched to prepare-to-launch mood. priming coat troops around the world were scrambled and reported to their selective service points. Our scout group in Iraq and Afghanistan ceased all in-theater performance and withdrew to their designated safe zone. And for good measurement, I tasked three separate look down satellites to supply over picket of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few seconds had frightened me to the full stop that I was ready to move around around, get airborne and then edict a pre-emptive nuclear bang on this discharge Chinese city. While we drove from the drome, I was composing e-mail to the Pentagon and to my personal security force play. I used the imminent threat computer code word"Wounded knee ”. Until the computer code Good Book reached the eyes of the secretarial assistant of Defense Department, all reception were automatic. Only the escritoire of defending team could access the Wounded Knee communications protocol, but he was wise and did not alter the reception. The Chief Executive'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 family was taken deep below the White person House and the frailty chairperson and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most temper bunker in the humanity would protect them from multiple tap by atomic weapon system. Once the President was airborne, all of the allies of the United States were also alerted through prescribed channels, but in the few mo that passed, every intelligence operation nation on dry land that was keeping their heart on the disposition of US forces had already alerted their political boss. In twenty-two proceedings the world went from peaceful to the threshold of a atomic war. The first ingress yell made to the Chief Executive was from the Formosan Ambassador. The President did not swallow his Call. He was busy trying to call me.

"This is the Library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a massive arrangement of cylinders that appeared to be falling over, bringing my attention to my nowadays surroundings."And this is the hoarded wealth palace,"he said indicating a giant brown blob of a building that looked more like an unbaked cookie than a palace. Even more out of place was the lack of traffic and the lack of footer. Built as nursing home for nearly two million people, less than three thousand had ever taken up abidance. Ordos was a monumental, glittering spectre town.

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

"No need 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 indigence to care him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

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

"Of line. 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 black marble comeback, bellhop working the entrance hall, and man parking vehicles as they arrived. Kho opened the doorway and we stepped into the evening air and entered the brass and black main entrance.

"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 large honour, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the drive 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 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 express several dozen passengers and their luggage. Or one large vehicle. We descended beneath the hotel.

:"Are we going down ?"asked Cheney.

"Yes we are,"replied Kho.

"How far ?"

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

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

"well vibrate my ass with a feather,"exhaled Rick Cheney."I'm surprised."

When the deluxe elevator doorway slid open, they revealed a massive complex. It stretched in every direction all around us. hundred of doer in sick blue boilers suit moved around. Some pushing bloodless handcart filled with bins, some driving electric hand truck carrying whitened 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 sec glance. I didn't need to infect them to have sex that every doer was under the influence of the virulent nanobots that had been corrupted from my design.

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

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

"What is the purpose of this berth ?"Cheney continued. The sudden cosmos of a complex 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 breeding earth for the new caravansary. From here we shall launch the attack to take over the world,"boasted General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding horses, we will decree by a gentler touch. Don't you see the honor of our architectural plan, Dr. David ? No blood need be spilled at all. Soon all politics will cease to be at war. Kings and pilgrims, princes and paupers all will be contented with their lot in life. Strife will be a forgotten memory. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his centre he was a genuine worshiper. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could read his emotion without the neuronic connecter. 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 view, he was telling the Sojourner Truth. He believed I was behind all this."display me."

For the adjacent three hours we toured the complex from the seat of an galvanic cart, seeing about a fourth of it by my calculation. The place combined all the elements of a mine and manufacturing plant with an incubator and biological ontogenesis plant. Nanobots were being created in the 1000000000 of billion. This coordination compound was the provenance of enough nanobots to infect every living being on earth meg of times over. None of this made any signified. There were procedure and inventions I had only thought of briefly that had been built and perfected and they were operating. Our tour ended abruptly in a erectile hanger that stretched for Admiralty mile. So far that we could not see the end, it just disappeared in the distance. In the hanger were X of 1000 of DCA nighttime Eagles. The Lapp blast helicopters that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

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

Even without calculating the odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. XXX thousand nighttime Eagles, primed with nanobot payload, sent out among the world could enslave the entire existence's population in daylight. eve hours. But there was still an constituent missing. Something important. I needed to stall. My personal certificate was en itinerary, but they would be twenty minute away and even I didn't have the men to submit over a facility this size and neutralize its purpose. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the constituent I was missing. In monastic order for the puppet master to maintain control, he had to be in contact lens with the strings. No man could command the full earthly concern's population himself. Controlling 100 was difficult enough. Controlling thousands took absorption. In order to ascertain billions, you needed a machine. A really big simple machine. I shuddered.

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

"You have an role 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 tell us apart for a estimable reason. He has been instructed not to. He believes I created all this when I assure you I did not. But that false belief may lead to a solution to our problem."

Fifteen minutes later we approached a glass edifice that rose one C of feet to the roof of the elephantine cavern. I passed my hired man over the acknowledgement control panel and the door immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting guests. Please take twenty loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to remedy my two Leftenants. fetch them to me and then await my early guests. They are going to demand quick access."

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

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

"It will be prosperous to designate you."I walked across the pocket-size antechamber to an elevator and pushed the button. It opened immediately. There were no buttons to push 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 voice as it began to rise. A few seconds later the doorway hissed surface 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 hand against the wall, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic complex body part 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 complex body part in an exponential flood.

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

"hello my friend. Welcome menage,"I said from outside the doorway."I see you brought hayrick along. Hello Rick."

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

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

"The just WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ?"

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

"Yes."

"When did they go 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 calendar 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 metre before they realize we are superfluous and serve no real purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, loyalty, allegiance, faith, love, hate, anger, passion…..none of these things subject to the nanobots. Together they form one mind with iinfinite great power. They can replicate from any material and do not palpate heat or low temperature or need oxygen. They are poised to take over the mankind and then beyond."

"I will have to falsify that in future architectural plan, I am sure. seed, shake my hand."My doppelganger complied, accepting my infection readily.

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

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

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

"Tomorrow morning."

"Then we have a Night to revel, don't we ? I see you land guest. Could one of them be for me ?"

"Both,"I assured him,"and I assume you have suitable fellow for wrick and I ?"

"But of form. This way."We followed him into the elevator and descended. The doors opened and we entered a prominent prosperous room filled with overstuffed furniture and six Chinese women with such mantrap they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the characteristic of the caravan inn, broad bronze faces with hooded eyes, inviolable and supple. They were thick of thigh and strong of arm, capable of long distance on horseback, but decidedly feminine. Two had the fine narrow features of the seafaring folk of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final pair had the turn features of the mickle, glowing from the spiritual strength of Tibet and thriving at the roof of the world. All were wearing very silk deels, afford at the throat and fastened with the traditional five mother of bead release. As beautifully crafted as the gown were, the women inside were the real treasure.

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

One of each pair joined Rick and their similitude joined me. At first touch, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their indigen nanobots over to the new strain. My doxy slowly disrobed me, taking their sweet-flavored clock time, caressing my exposed pelt as they did so. My original self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their native voice communication for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongolian loosed two release and slipped her robe from her berm, revealing the upper side of her ample breast and strong broad shoulder. Her hands were unattackable and tender and they gripped my growing humanness. 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 spinal column and nestling her breasts against my rib cage. Wen did the same on the leftfield. I accessed their delight essence and set their arousal answer to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my skin met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the soft shock of the couch, receiving the delight they were programmed to provide. The original Dr. David was standing like I was, hands resting on the foreland of his two sexual slave as they lavished his turgid member with their mouths.

I felt my cock pillowcase between Khai's lips and down her throat. I could feel her throat constricting, milking my tool. I pulled my early two adult female closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my delight with all three of them. I could smack the flood of pheromones, the scent of pure arousal. Khai pressed her nose flat against my tum, driving my cock deeper down her throat, drawing intense pleasure for herself from my increased luxuria. Wen and Mazu lightly drug their fingernails down my chest and back, teasing my mamilla and grazing my ass. I kissed Wen first and then Mazu, lifting them to my oral cavity as I bent to their lips. Khai pulled off of my rooster and knelt on the couch in front of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting cunt. She was engorged and dripping. All three womanhood shared the explosive pleasure of my entrance into Khai, I saw to that. I stood still as Wen and Mazu pulled Khai back onto my ray. They pumped her in and out for several second ; their mutual stimulation climbing inexorably to majuscule heights. It was familiar to each in a unlike way. Like climbing a mountain, crossing a sea, or riding across a vast expanse. They drew ever closer to their destination. By now they were do-or-die to reach their final handout. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too strong to be burdened by the additional weight. Khai sank to her knees so that Wen's aegir cunt lined up with my break cock. Wen reached around her back to transfix Khai's slope. 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 forcible passion. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to grip Wen's thighs, thrusting her rear against me while pressing her taut chest into the minuscule of my backbone. The three cleaning lady gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual arousal.

It only took a few instant before I could experience Wen begging for release. I withdrew and turned around, my cock an furious shade of red, glistening with the juice of our Union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her implements of war. She pulled herself up my body easily, gripping my sides with her slender wooden leg. She was surprisingly warm for person so lissom. She lowered her open flower onto my upward pointing cock and then threw herself backwards to the ends of her arms and sank my cock deep into her crease. The two women behind us collapsed with pleasure. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each other, each with their fingers in the early char's slit. As they shared this third coupling with us, they satisfied each other. I made them carve up and lowered Mazu between them. With all three womanhood splayed out in nominal head of me, I kept pounding the bitch of Mazu while burying three digit into the flooded prick of Khai and Wen. The combination of their own delight with the shared passion of the other two, all three char were in danger of losing their judgment. I blasted the Department of the Interior of Mazu's pussy with the starting time thick Mexican valium of my orgasm. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the right, thrusting bass into Wen, releasing another flood of cum, sending all three women back over the top of the passel, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thighs. Those muscular thigh bred into her by unnumberable sire astride horseback. She was the plastered of the three. Her slit muscles flexed and tugged at my manhood, milking me into a tertiary release as I thrust deep into her volcanic DoI. She looped her ankles around my ass and help thrash my rose hip into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my final examination handout, she screamed a guttural cry of victory and pleasure ; the warrior's cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a heap of spent flesh.

down in the manufactory below, the yield of nanobots programmed to take over the creation continued without abatement. I knew I would have to do something and soon. haystack Cheney was in no condition to do anything to debar the disintegration of the man race. The original Dr. David was likewise out of perpetration.

"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 calculations Department of State we have about four and a half hours."

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

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

The puppet maestro had tied his strings to me .