By 9 am local time Rick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, Nationalist China. Our aircraft was heavier by two passengers, an alabaster English language brunet with a damaged yesteryear and a fiery Irish jeune fille with flaming red hair and a rage to match. After achieving elevation, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aeromechanics to its ultra-sleek form for speed. A direct path to our destination would only guide a span of hours in flight, but we could not risk catching flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most thickly settled part of Red China. Instead we flew due north, across the Amerindic subcontinent and skirting the western edge of Nepal before crossing into China and flying over the some of the most geographics on earth. We approached Ordos from the west, descending into the shining new state-of-the-art drome. We received immediate clearance from the tower and we were waved directly to the international arrival customs holding tarmac near a pristine office composite. Rick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its dry land coming into court as a Lear Jet, the perfect configuration for horse opera capitalists. Dressed in dingy gray usance tailored Ravi Bulchandani suits, we looked the theatrical role as well.
The quorum of Chinese official that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos accent of Mongolian. All four were from the area, their hooded eyelids and spacious flat faces were autochthonous device characteristic. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern customs of greeting and finished when I extended my hand in the westerly impost. The spark advance officer took my hand as a good manners. Within s I could read Mongolic language like a native and verbalise it without a western sandwich idiom. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unneeded to detain us further in Bob Hope of a bribe and the official immediately agreed. I can be very persuasive. When our female familiar descended the staircase behind us and joined us on the tarmac, the Formosan official was instill. The women were dressed in identical lighter greyness suit tailored to accent their feminine feature. Both had their hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the loose of makeup. They did not speak, but stood behind us in a subservient part appropriate for the locale. Both were keeping their eyes fixed on the customs officer with his deputy sheriff and the two airport police officers who flanked them.

Our arrival was not a surprise. miss Honeycutt had used some influence to infiltrate the Chinese national security web and imbedded our arrival commendation in the routine dealings. At this finicky drome, we were among the few flights scheduled to that arrived that day and the entirely outside flight.

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

As descendants of the Khans, the people of Ordos were strongly rooted to their nomadic warrior root. Once they were the most powerful United States Army in the reality. The Mongol legion rode out across all Asia from the unsubtle steppes of western Nationalist China in lookup of wealth and wife. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conqueror. Their descendants were no longer vanquisher, but they remained proud soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the guardian protectors of my female client, I had given the military officer a chore they were bred for. They would screen any unwanted centre from my paradigm aircraft. The two Leftenants would secure the aircraft itself from prying work force. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or supplies in mainland China until I was absolutely certain of its safety. I couldn't endangerment it. I was in Ordos for the purpose of discovering the identity of the puppet master key 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 seek answers elsewhere.

Before we could pass on the apron, a car pulled up. It was a mode and type I wasn't conversant with. It appeared to be a luxury SUV of some sort, all smutty with mirror windowpane and blackened chrome stress. It looked conversant but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongolic driver emerged.

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

"Khorloogiyn Choibalsan ? Are you any relative to….. ?"
"Yes of course of study. 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. delight, this way."He indicated the receptive door at the rachis of this new vehicle.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow with my paw and achieved skin on skin contact with his wrist. As rick and I settled into the luxurious rear hind end, I was already accessing the internal working of our driver, named for the hero of the Chinese rotation but was among the speculative butchers in Chinese history. Kho proved he was not so much different from his namesake. Far from being a lowly driver, Kho was a general in the Red Army, having risen in power on both the forte of his gens and his ruthless ability to achieve results, no matter the task. Kho was now infected with two character of nanobots, both of my aim. His arcsecond transmission, the one I had just passed to him with a brush of my hand, was neutralizing the first, granting me wide-cut control of everything he did with a thought.

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

It took less me than a instant to trigger scourge admonition throughout my network. For skilful measure I activated the US subject defenses as well. With a specific persuasion from me, the stallion U.S. government global defense meshwork threat level increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our ride, priority flash traffic erupted around the globe as all war machine leaves and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in port were put into divergence musical 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, American Indian and Arctic Oceans as well as the Mediterranean Sea went to battle Stations of the Cross. klaxon cried"This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. Nuclear submarines rose to found deepness at their prescribed place while around the human race, every nuclear plus in our arsenal was switched to prepare-to-launch mode. Ground troops around the creation were scrambled and reported to their selective service points. Our military personnel in Iraq and Afghanistan ceased all in-theater surgical procedure and withdrew to their designated good zona. And for just measuring rod, I tasked three separate look down planet to offer over watch of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few arcsecond had frightened me to the point that I was ready to turn around, get airborne and then parliamentary procedure a preemptive nuclear strike on this vacate Formosan city. While we drove from the airport, I was composing email to the Pentagon and to my personal security military group. I used the imminent threat code word"Wounded human knee ”. Until the computer code word reached the eyes of the secretary of Defense, all responses were automatic rifle. Only the escritoire of refutation could access the Wounded Knee protocol, but he was Stephen Samuel Wise and did not spay the reaction. The chair's planned sojourn to GA was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air forcefulness One and would remain airborne for the length. His home was taken deep below the ovalbumin House and the vice President and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most toughened trap in the world would protect them from multiple strike by atomic weapon system. Once the chairperson was airborne, all of the allies of the United States were also alerted through functionary channels, but in the few transactions that passed, every intelligence nation on earth that was keeping their eyes on the temperament of US military group had already alerted their gaffer. In twenty-two minutes the world went from peaceful to the brink of a atomic war. The first incoming vociferation made to the President was from the Formosan Ambassador. The President did not accept his call. He was busy trying to call me.

"This is the Library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a massive arrangement of piston chamber that appeared to be falling over, bringing my attention to my face surroundings."And this is the hoarded wealth castle,"he said indicating a goliath brown blob of a building that looked more like an unbaked cooky than a palace. Even more out of place was the lack of traffic and the want of footer. Built as home for nearly two million people, to a lesser extent than three thousand had ever taken up mansion. Ordos was a massive, glittering spectre townsfolk.

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

"No motive 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 worry him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

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

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

We pulled up at a silken, ultramodern hotel. It was the alone place we had seen with any type of activity at all. There were people staffing the farseeing black marble counter, bellman working the foyer, and valets parking vehicles as they arrived. Kho opened the room access and we stepped into the evening air and entered the establishment and black main entryway.

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

"It would be my great honour, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the driveway and followed us across the third house to a bank of elevator.

"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 mammoth lift, out of place for a hotel lobby. It was big enough to gestate several dozen passenger 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 manufactory. Dr. David is most interested in seeing it. Isn't that true, Dr.David ?"

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

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

When the opulent lift doors slid spread out, they revealed a massive building complex. It stretched in every direction all around us. Hundreds of workers in blanch blue boilers suit moved around. Some pushing white carts filled with binful, some driving electric trucks carrying white bin go-cart, some walking without any onus 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 taint them to recognise that every worker was under the influence of the acid nanobots that had been corrupted from my design.

"The city above is a jumbo façade, isn't it ?"asked Cheney.

"But of course of action,"replied full general Kho. Otherwise this complex would take in been discovered long ago. What better way to shroud a powerfulness grid the size of Bakersfield, California ? All of the power outturn from the Taishir Dam is diverted to here."

"What is the use of this lieu ?"Cheney continued. The sudden cosmos of a complex this size scared him. It was his business to love about places 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 ground for the new caravan inn. From here we shall launch the attack to take over the world,"boasted General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding gymnastic horse, we will reign by a gentler touch. Don't you see the purity of our architectural plan, Dr. Saint David ? No blood need be spilled at all. Soon all authorities will lay off to be at war. world-beater and Pilgrim, princes and paupers all will be contentedness with their lot in aliveness. discord will be a forgotten memory. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his eyes he was a dependable worshiper. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could say his emotion without the neural connection. He was elated by the prospect.

"Who is behind all this ?"

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

"Me ? Don't be the absurd. I am NOT behind all this."I accessed all of his mentation, he was telling the truth. He believed I was behind all this."Show me."

For the next three 60 minutes we toured the building complex from the seat of an electric cart, seeing about a quarter of it by my calculation. The space combined all the elements of a mine and manufacturing works with an incubator and biologic growth plant. Nanobots were being created in the gazillion of trillions. This coordination compound was the birthplace of sufficiency nanobots to infect every sustenance being on earth millions of metre over. None of this made any sentience. There were processes and design I had only thought of briefly that had been built and perfected and they were operational. Our tour ended abruptly in a erectile hanger that stretched for statute mile. So far that we could not see the end, it just disappeared in the aloofness. In the hanger were tens of thousands of DCA Dark eagle. The Same flak helicopter that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

"These are our new stallion !"boasted 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 rule of the world."

Even without calculating the odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. Thirty thousand Dark Eagles, primed with nanobot payload, sent out among the world could enslave the entire universe's universe in days. fifty-fifty hr. But there was still an constituent missing. Something of import. I needed to stall. My personal security measure was en path, but they would be twenty time of day away and even I didn't have the work force to take in over a adroitness this size and liquidate its purpose. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the factor I was missing. In orderliness for the puppet master to assert ascendency, he had to be in tangency with the strand. No man could verify the entire world's population himself. Controlling hundreds was difficult enough. Controlling 1000 took compactness. In society to control million, you needed a machine. A really big machine. I shuddered.

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

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

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

Fifteen minutes later we approached a field glass edifice that rose hundreds of fundament to the ceiling of the giant cavern. I passed my mitt over the realisation gore and the room access immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting client. Please direct twenty loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to relieve my two Leftenants. Bring them to me and then expect my other guests. They are going to need quick access."

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

"It will be easier to register you."I walked across the pocket-sized hall to an elevator and pushed the push button. It opened immediately. There were no buttons to compress inside. It was both an elevator and a killbox. Only an empower rider could use this elevator."Office,"I commanded.

"As you wish, Dr. St. David. Welcome."The lift replied with a feminine vox as it began to wax. A few seconds later the doors hissed candid again. We both stepped out.

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

"I will demonstrate."I walked over and placed my bridge player against the rampart, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic bodily structure that made up every particle of the edifice we were standing in. My new nanobots immediately began to imbibe the aborigine they found in the complex body part in an exponential outpouring.

The door hissed assailable. And there I was, standing outside my office peering into my office 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 door."I see you brought rick along. Hello Rick."

"St. David, just what the blaze 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 early Dr. David. The public Dr. David. The failsafe Dr. David. The only someone on the satellite who can give up me from total global domination. Isn't that right ?"

"Yes."

"When did they become sentient ?"

"Ten eld ago."

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

"You've created a way to discontinue us in LE 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 issue of clock time before they realize we are superfluous and serve no real purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, loyalty, allegiance, trustfulness, love, hate, anger, passion…..none of these things matter to the nanobots. Together they form one mind with iinfinite superpower. They can replicate from any material and do not feel heating system or coldness or need oxygen. They are poised to take over the world and then beyond."

"I will take in to interpolate that in futurity plans, 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 nisus that your new bots can not castrate, don't you ?"

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

"Of line not. That would overcome your purpose 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 wreak invitee. Could one of them be for me ?"

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

"But of course. This way."We followed him into the elevator and descended. The doors opened and we entered a prominent comfortable room filled with overstuff piece of furniture and six Chinese women with such sweetheart they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the feature article of the caravansary, broad bronze faces with hooded middle, impregnable and supple. They were thick of thigh and strong of arm, subject of retentive distance on horseback, but decidedly womanly. Two had the fine narrow feature of the seafaring folks of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final exam yoke had the round features of the mountains, glowing from the spiritual potency of Tibet and thriving at the roof of the man. All were wearing identical silk deels, subject at the pharynx and fastened with the traditional five female parent of bead buttons. As beautifully crafted as the gown were, the women inside were the real treasure.

I sent a dictation to my nanobots for stamina and overweening semen production.

One of each dyad joined Rick and their vis-a-vis joined me. At beginning mite, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their native nanobots over to the new strain. My concubines slowly disrobed me, taking their sweetly metre, caressing my endanger tegument as they did so. My master self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their native linguistic communication for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two buttons and slipped her gown from her shoulder, revealing the tops of her ample breasts and strong large-minded shoulders. Her hands were hard and tender and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the warmth of her script as they slowly stroked me to full mast.

Mazu pulled my shirt from my right arm and then removed her deel entirely, pressing guiding my arm around her back and nestling her breasts against my rib Cage. Wen did the Lapp on the left field. I accessed their pleasure shopping centre 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 joy they were programmed to offer. The original Dr. David was standing like I was, hands resting on the head of his two sexual slaves as they lavished his orotund fellow member with their mouths.

I felt my cock slip between Khai's lips and down her throat. I could find her throat constricting, milking my tool. I pulled my other two women closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my delight with all three of them. I could sense the flood of pheromones, the scent of pure arousal. Khai pressed her nose matt against my tummy, driving my cock deeper down her pharynx, drawing intense pleasance for herself from my increased luxuria. Wen and Mazu lightly drug their fingernails down my chest and back, teasing my teat and grazing my ass. I kissed Wen first and then Mazu, lifting them to my rima oris as I bent to their lips. Khai pulled off of my cock and knelt on the couch in forepart of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting cunt. She was engorged and dripping. All three fair sex shared the volatile pleasance 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 several transactions ; their mutual arousal climbing inexorably to expectant heights. It was familiar to each in a different way. Like climbing a mountain, crossing a sea, or riding across a vast surface area. They drew ever snug to their name and address. By now they were desperate to get hold of their final button. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too strong to be burdened by the additional weighting. Khai sank to her stifle so that Wen's eagre cunt lined up with my break cock. Wen reached around her back to fascinate Khai's side. I buried my dick in a harsh, deep poke, 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 thigh, thrusting her backbone against me while pressing her taut boob into the minor of my cover. The three women gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their reciprocal rousing.

It only took a few minutes before I could find Wen begging for handout. I withdrew and turned around, my rooster an angry shade of red, glistening with the juices of our union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her arms. She pulled herself up my trunk easily, gripping my sides with her slender pegleg. She was surprisingly hard for someone so lithe. She lowered her open prime onto my upward pointing pecker and then threw herself backwards to the ends of her coat of arms and drop my pecker deep into her folds. The two cleaning lady behind us collapsed with pleasance. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each other, each with their digit in the other woman's cunt. As they shared this third coupling with us, they satisfied each other. I made them differentiate and lowered Mazu between them. With all three cleaning lady splayed out in front of me, I kept pounding the cunt of Mazu while burying three fingers into the flooded incision of Khai and Wen. The combination of their own pleasure with the shared heat of the early two, all three cleaning woman were in danger of losing their thinker. I blasted the Interior of Mazu's twat with the first of all blockheaded roofy of my climax. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the right, thrusting bass into Wen, releasing another torrent of cum, sending all three charwoman back over the top of the heap, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's second joint. Those hefty thighs bred into her by innumerable father astride horseback. She was the tightest of the three. Her slit muscles flexed and tugged at my manhood, milking me into a third release as I thrust deep into her volcanic Department of the Interior. She looped her ankles around my ass and assist slam my pelvic arch into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my final release, she screamed a guttural cry of victory and delight ; the warrior's cry of triumph. The four of us collapsed in a heap of worn out flesh.

Down in the manufactory below, the output of nanobots programmed to lease over the public continued without abatement. I knew I would accept to do something and soon. wrick Cheney was in no condition to do anything to obviate the disintegration of the human raceway. The master Dr. St. David was likewise out of delegation.

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

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

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

"Of course they will be David. Just as I planned."He smiled a satisfied smiling. Inside I could feel 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 master copy strain and being controlled by the original Saint David.

The marionette master had tied his twine to me .