By 9 am local anesthetic time hayrick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, Red China. Our aircraft was heavier by two passengers, an oriental alabaster English brunette with a damaged past and a fiery Irish lass with flaming red whisker and a Passion of Christ to match. After achieving height, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek configuration for fastness. A direct itinerary to our destination would only subscribe to a couple of hours in flying, but we could not put on the line 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 western sandwich mete of Kingdom of Nepal before crossing into China and flying over the some of the most geography on earth. We approached Ordos from the W, descending into the glazed new state-of-the-art drome. We received immediate headroom from the tower and we were waved directly to the outside comer impost holding macadam near a pristine office complex. haystack and I exited the jet, which had resumed its ground coming into court as a Lear Jet, the perfect configuration for western capitalists. Dressed in sinister gray tradition tailored Ravi Bulchandani suits, we looked the part as well.
The quorum of Chinese functionary that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos dialect of Mongolian. All four were from the area, their hooded palpebra and unspecific unconditional faces were indigenous characteristics. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern custom of greeting and finished when I extended my hired hand in the western custom. The jumper lead officer took my handwriting as a good manners. Within seconds I could understand Mongolian like a native and speak it without a Western dialect. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unnecessary to delay us further in hopes 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 tarmac, the Chinese official was shanghai. The woman were dressed in very light grey-headed suits tailored to accent their feminine features. Both had their hairsbreadth pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the lightheaded of make-up. They did not verbalise, but stood behind us in a submissive purpose appropriate for the locale. Both were keeping their eyes fixed on the tradition officer with his deputy and the two airport police officeholder who flanked them.

Our arrival was not a surprisal. young lady Honeycutt had used some influence to pass through the Formosan subject surety network and imbedded our arriver approval in the everyday traffic. At this item drome, we were among the few flying scheduled to that arrived that day and the only international flight.

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

As descendants of the Khans, the masses of Ordos were strongly rooted to their nomadic warrior ancestors. Once they were the most powerful army in the mankind. The Mongol hordes rode out across all Asia from the large-minded steppes of western sandwich China in hunting of wealth and wives. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conquerors. Their descendants were no longer conquerors, but they remained majestic soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the shielder guardian of my female Guest, I had given the officers a labor they were bred for. They would screen any unwanted eyes from my prototype aircraft. The two Leftenants would stop up the aircraft itself from prying hands. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or supply in Taiwan until I was absolutely certain of its refuge. I couldn't jeopardy it. I was in Ordos for the purpose of discovering the personal identity of the marionette skipper who had arranged for my kidnapping and infiltrating my personal security by bastardizing my own excogitation to act against me. The four men who greeted us had no data that would be helpful to me. I would need to attempt answers elsewhere.

Before we could leave the apron, a car pulled up. It was a style and type I wasn't familiar spirit with. It appeared to be a luxury SUV of some form, all lightlessness with mirrored Windows and blackened chromium-plate dialect. It looked familiar spirit but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongolic driver emerged.

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

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

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow with my hired hand and achieved peel on skin contact with his wrist. As kink and I settled into the deluxe fanny seat, I was already accessing the internal working of our device driver, named for the hoagie of the Chinese revolution but was among the worst butchers in Chinese account. Kho proved he was not so much unlike from his namesake. Far from being a lowly driver, Kho was a ecumenical in the Red Army, having risen in power on both the strong suit of his epithet and his ruthless ability to achieve results, no subject the task. Kho was now infected with two case of nanobots, both of my blueprint. His indorse infection, the one I had just passed to him with a brush of my paw, was neutralizing the low gear, granting me full moon control of everything he did with a mentation.

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

It took less me than a here and now to spark off threat warnings throughout my network. For good standard I activated the US national denial as well. With a specific thought from me, the entire U.S. global defense network scourge horizontal surface increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our drive, precedence flare traffic erupted around the globe as all war machine leaves and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in embrasure were put into exit modality 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 Arctic Oceans as well as the Mediterranean went to battle post. claxon cried"This is not a drill, repetition, this is not a drill. Nuclear submarines rose to launch depths at their prescribed station while around the world, every atomic asset in our arsenal was switched to prepare-to-launch musical mode. Ground troops around the world were scrambled and reported to their muster points. Our troops in Republic of Iraq and Afghanistan ceased all in-theater operations and withdrew to their designated good zones. And for good measure, I tasked three separate look down satellites to provide over watch of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few seconds had frightened me to the full point that I was set up to turn around, get airborne and then orderliness a pre-emptive nuclear strike on this empty Chinese urban center. While we drove from the airport, I was composing email to the pentagon and to my personal security measures force-out. I used the imminent threat codification word"maimed knee joint ”. Until the codification Holy Scripture reached the eyes of the Secretary of Defense, all reply were automatic. Only the secretary of Defense could access the wounded human knee communications protocol, but he was wise and did not alter the response. The chairperson's planned visit to GA was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air power One and would rest airborne for the duration. His phratry was taken deep below the White theater and the Vice President and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most case-hardened sand trap in the world would protect them from multiple strikes by nuclear weapon system. Once the President was airborne, all of the ally of the United States were also alerted through official channels, but in the few minutes that passed, every intelligence body politic on earth that was keeping their centre on the disposition of US violence had already alerted their bosses. In twenty-two minutes the domain went from peaceful to the brink of a nuclear war. The first gear incoming yell made to the Chief Executive was from the Chinese Ambassador. The President did not accept his call. He was in use trying to name me.

"This is the Library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a massive arranging of piston chamber that appeared to be falling over, bringing my attention to my present environs."And this is the Treasure Palace,"he said indicating a giant brown blob of a building that looked more like an unbaked cooky than a castle. Even more out of place was the lack of dealings and the lack of walker. Built as home for nearly two million people, less than three thousand had ever taken up hall. Ordos was a massive, glittering ghost town.

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

"No demand to whisper. Kho can't get a line 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 care him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

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

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

We pulled up at a silky, ultramodern hotel. It was the only place we had seen with any case of bodily function at all. There were citizenry staffing the retentive sinister marble counter, bellmen working the lobby, and valets parking vehicle as they arrived. Kho opened the door and we stepped into the evening air and entered the brass and black main entrance.

"joint us Kho,"I called over my shoulder. My offhand commentary was received as an unbreakable order, 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 hall to a bank 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 spot for a hotel entrance hall. It was big enough to carry several XII passenger and their luggage. Or one big vehicle. We descended beneath the hotel.

:"Are we going down ?"asked Cheney.

"Yes we are,"replied Kho.

"How far ?"

"down feather to the manufactory. Dr. David is almost interested in seeing it. Isn't that true, Dr.David ?"

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

"Well tickle my ass with a plume,"exhaled kink Cheney."I'm surprised."

When the opulent lift doorway slid open, they revealed a massive building complex. It stretched in every commission all around us. hundred of workers in pale profane overalls moved around. Some pushing lily-white cart filled with bins, some driving electric trucks carrying gabardine bin carts, some walking without any gist but appearing to be going somewhere urgently. Everyone seemed to be doing something utilitarian and no one gave us a second glance. I didn't need to taint them to jazz that every doer 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 of instruction,"replied General Kho. Otherwise this composite would have been discovered long ago. What full way to hide a might grid the size of Bakersfield, California ? All of the power output from the Taishir Dam is diverted to here."

"What is the purpose of this office ?"Cheney continued. The sudden existence of a complex this size scared him. It was his business to have intercourse about piazza like this. What scared him more was that the adeptness had been built without the knowledge of the Taiwanese government. That scared me as well.

"It is the training ground for the new Khans. From here we shall establish the attack to take over the world,"boasted General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding horses, we will dominate by a gentler soupcon. Don't you see the purity of our plan, Dr. Saint David ? No parentage need be spilled at all. Soon all government activity will cease to be at war. Kings and Pilgrim, princes and paupers all will be depicted object with their lot in life. strife will be a forgotten retentiveness. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his eyes he was a reliable believer. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could study his emotion without the neuronal 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 succeeding three hours we toured the composite from the arse of an galvanising go-cart, seeing about a fourth of it by my calculation. The distance 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 one million million. This complex was the birthplace of adequate nanobots to infect every living organism on earth 1000000 of times over. None of this made any sense. There were processes and excogitation I had only thought of briefly that had been built and perfected and they were functional. Our enlistment ended abruptly in a cavernous 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 tens of thousands of DCA dark eagle. The Sami attack 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 place as rulers of the world."

Even without calculating the odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. Thirty thousand shadow eagle, primed with nanobot payload, sent out among the world could enslave the entire world's population in daylight. Even minute. But there was still an chemical element missing. Something crucial. I needed to stall. My personal security was en route, but they would be XX hours away and even I didn't have the men to demand over a deftness this size and neutralise 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 tangency with the strings. No man could hold in the entire populace's population himself. Controlling 100 was difficult enough. Controlling yard took density. In decree to control billions, you needed a auto. A really big machine. I shuddered.

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

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

"No, of track not. But I know who, or more importantly, what is. Our master of ceremonies here can not state us apart for a in force reason. He has been instructed not to. He believes I created all this when I assure you I did not. But that misidentify opinion may lead to a solution to our problem."

XV arcminute later we approached a glass edifice that rose hundred of metrical unit to the ceiling of the hulk cavern. I passed my handwriting over the realisation panel and the door immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting node. Please take twenty loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to remedy my two Leftenants. fetch them to me and then await my other node. They are going to need immediate access."

"It will be my pleasance, 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 doors hissed shut behind us.

"It will be easier to show you."I walked across the minor lobby to an elevator and pushed the button. It opened immediately. There were no push to press inside. It was both an lift and a killbox. Only an authorized passenger could use this elevator."Office,"I commanded.

"As you wish, Dr. David. Welcome."The lift replied with a feminine vocalisation as it began to get up. A few endorsement later the threshold hissed open again. We both stepped out.

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

"I will demonstrate."I walked over and placed my paw against the bulwark, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic structure that made up every molecule of the construction we were standing in. My new nanobots immediately began to ingest the natives they found in the structure in an exponential flood.

The door hissed subject. And there I was, standing outside my office peering into my post 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 household,"I said from outside the doorway."I see you brought Rick along. Hello Rick."

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

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

"The just WHO THE HELL ARE YOU ?"

"Me ? I guess you can say I am the former Dr. David. The public Dr. David. The failsafe Dr. St. David. The alone soul on the planet who can stop me from full globose mastery. Isn't that right ?"

"Yes."

"When did they become sentient ?"

"Ten class ago."

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

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

"We are brilliant."

"Yes we are."

"Have you begun neutralizing the menace ?"

"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 affair of meter before they realize we are superfluous and serve no existent purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, loyalty, fealty, trust, love, hatred, wrath, passion…..none of these matter issue to the nanobots. Together they form one thinker with iinfinite power. They can copy from any material and do not feel passion or cold or want oxygen. They are poised to carry over the world and then beyond."

"I will bear to interpolate that in future architectural plan, I am sure. ejaculate, 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 change, don't you ?"

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

"Of course not. That would defeat your purpose entirely wouldn't it ?"We both laughed."When does the horse arrive ?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Then we have a Night to enjoy, don't we ? I see you play invitee. Could one of them be for me ?"

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

"But of course. This way."We followed him into the lift and descended. The threshold opened and we entered a large well-heeled elbow room filled with overstuffed article of furniture and six Chinese cleaning lady with such knockout they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the characteristic of the Khans, broad bronze faces with hooded eyes, strong and supple. They were thick of thigh and secure of arm, capable of hanker length on horseback, but decidedly womanly. Two had the fine narrow characteristic of the seafaring folk of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The net pair had the round features of the slew, glowing from the spiritual strength of Thibet and thriving at the roof of the globe. All were wearing identical silk deels, clear at the pharynx and fastened with the traditional five mother of drop buttons. As beautifully crafted as the gown were, the womanhood inside were the real treasure.

I sent a program line 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 aboriginal nanobots over to the new stress. My concubines slowly disrobed me, taking their dulcet meter, caressing my exposed hide as they did so. My archetype self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their native language for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two button and slipped her gown from her articulatio humeri, revealing the tops of her plentiful breasts and unassailable large-minded shoulder joint. Her hired man were substantial and cutter and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the passion of her hands as they slowly stroked me to entire 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 John Milton Cage Jr.. Wen did the same on the left. I accessed their pleasure centers and set their arousal response 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 pleasure they were programmed to put up. The original Dr. St. David was standing like I was, hands resting on the heads of his two intimate striver as they lavished his turgid fellow member with their mouths.

I felt my shaft slip between Khai's lips and down her pharynx. I could feel her throat constricting, milking my cock. I pulled my former two woman closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my pleasure with all three of them. I could sense the flood tide of pheromones, the scent of pure rousing. Khai pressed her pry mat against my abdomen, driving my cock deeper down her throat, drawing acute pleasure for herself from my increased lustfulness. Wen and Mazu lightly drug their fingernails down my chest and back, teasing my mammilla 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 couch in front of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting snatch. She was engorged and dripping. All three women shared the explosive pleasure of my ingress 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 bit ; their mutual arousal climbing inexorably to with child heights. It was associate to each in a different way. Like climbing a mountain, crossing a sea, or riding across a vast expanse. They drew ever cheeseparing to their destination. By now they were dire to reach their final press release. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too unattackable to be burdened by the additional weight. Khai sank to her knee joint so that Wen's eager cunt lined up with my exposed hammer. Wen reached around her spine to grip Khai's English. I buried my cock in a harsh, deep thrust, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally phantasmal soul, Wen could easily access her forcible passion. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to fascinate Wen's thighs, thrusting her back against me while pressing her taut bosom into the little of my back. The three women gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual stimulation.

It only took a few proceedings before I could feel Wen begging for expiration. I withdrew and turned around, my shaft an raging shade of red, glistening with the juices of our Union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her limb. She pulled herself up my torso easily, gripping my incline with her slender legs. She was surprisingly inviolable for someone so svelte. She lowered her open air flower onto my upward pointing pecker and then threw herself backwards to the ends of her sleeve and subside my prick deep into her folds. The two women behind us collapsed with pleasure. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each former, each with their fingers in the early womanhood's puss. As they shared this third coupling with us, they satisfied each early. I made them separate and lowered Mazu between them. With all three women splayed out in social movement of me, I kept pounding the puss of Mazu while burying three finger's breadth into the flooded snatch of Khai and Wen. The combination of their own delight with the shared love of the other two, all three women were in danger of losing their minds. I blasted the interior of Mazu's cunt with the first off fatheaded rope of my orgasm. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the rightfulness, thrusting abstruse into Wen, releasing another cloudburst 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 forefathers astride hogback. She was the tightest of the three. Her cunt heftiness flexed and tugged at my humanity, milking me into a third gear release as I thrust deep into her volcanic interior. She looped her ankle around my ass and help slam my hips into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my concluding release, she screamed a guttural cry of triumph and delight ; the warrior's cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a batch of spent flesh.

John L. H. Down in the factory below, the production of nanobots programmed to take over the world continued without respite. I knew I would feature to do something and soon. Rick Cheney was in no condition to do anything to nullify the annihilation of the human race. The original Dr. David was likewise out of committee.

"It's sentence to call in your leaders team,"I finally said to my two-baser."I feel time is running out."

"You are probably right. My reckoning body politic we have about four and a half hours."

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

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

The puppet master had tied his strings to me .