By 9 am local time haystack Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Outer Mongolia, china. Our aircraft was heavier by two passengers, an onyx marble English brunet with a damaged past and a fiery Irish lass with flaming red hair and a heat to check. After achieving elevation, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek configuration for speed. A direct route to our destination would only get hold of a couple of 60 minutes in flight, but we could not risk detection flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most populous realm of China. Instead we flew due north, across the Indian subcontinent and skirting the western border of Nepal before crossing into Nationalist China and flying over the some of the most geography on earth. We approached Ordos from the West, descending into the bright new state-of-the-art airport. We received straightaway clearance from the tug and we were waved directly to the international arrival usance holding tarmac near a pristine role building complex. crick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its background appearance as a Lear Jet, the thoroughgoing shape for westerly capitalists. Dressed in dark grey customs duty tailored Ravi Bulchandani suits, we looked the percentage as well.
The quorum of Chinese official that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos idiom of Mongolian. All four were from the region, their hooded eyelids and broad two-dimensional faces were autochthonic characteristics. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern customs duty of greeting and finished when I extended my hand in the western sandwich custom. The lead officer took my hand as a courtesy. Within indorsement I could understand Mongolian like a aborigine and utter it without a western accent. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unnecessary to detain us further in hopes of a payoff and the prescribed immediately agreed. I can be very persuasive. When our female companions descended the stairway behind us and joined us on the tarmac, the Formosan official was ingrain. The cleaning woman were dressed in identical light grizzly suit of clothes tailored to accent their feminine lineament. Both had their hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the lightest of make-up. They did not verbalize, but stood behind us in a subservient role appropriate for the locale. Both were keeping their middle fixed on the tradition police officer with his surrogate and the two airport constabulary police officer who flanked them.

Our arrival was not a surprisal. misfire Honeycutt had used some influence to infiltrate the Chinese national security network and imbedded our arrival approval in the function traffic. At this finical airport, we were among the few flights scheduled to that arrived that day and the simply international flying.

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

As descendants of the Khans, the mass of Ordos were strongly rooted to their wandering warrior ascendant. Once they were the most knock-down United States Army in the macrocosm. The Mongol drove rode out across all Asia from the across-the-board steppes of horse opera Republic of China in search of wealthiness and wife. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conquerors. Their descendants were no longer conquerors, but they remained proud soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the guardian guardian of my female person Edgar Guest, I had given the ship's officer a task they were bred for. They would riddle any undesirable eyes from my prototype aircraft. The two Leftenants would secure the aircraft itself from prying helping hand. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or provision in Communist China until I was absolutely sure of its safety. I couldn't risk it. I was in Ordos for the purpose of discovering the identity element of the puppet professional who had arranged for my snatch and infiltrating my personal security by bastardizing my own invention to wreak 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 leave the apron, a car pulled up. It was a fashion and type I wasn't familiar with. It appeared to be a luxury SUV of some sort, all disastrous with mirrored windowpane and blackened chromium-plate accents. It looked familiar 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 fair city."

"Khorloogiyn Choibalsan ? Are you any copulation 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 epithet. You may call me Kho, if it pleases you. please, this way."He indicated the open door at the back of this new vehicle.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow with my hired man and achieved skin on skin physical contact with his wrist. As rick and I settled into the grand rear seat, I was already accessing the internal working of our driver, named for the hero of the Chinese revolution but was among the worst bumbler in Chinese account. Kho proved he was not so much different from his namesake. Far from being a lowly driver, Kho was a cosmopolitan in the Red Army, having risen in index on both the potency of his epithet and his ruthless ability to achieve result, no matter the chore. 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 brushing of my hand, was neutralizing the first, granting me full ascendence of everything he did with a persuasion.

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

It took less me than a moment to activate threat warning throughout my network. For salutary measuring I activated the US subject defenses as well. With a particular mentation from me, the entire US Government globose Department of Defense mesh threat level increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our drive, priority flash traffic erupted around the globe as all military leave of absence and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in port were put into departure mode and would put to sea within six hours. All ships at sea shut down all non-essential communicating and all ships in the Pacific, Red Indian and Arctic sea as well as the Mediterranean went to engagement Stations. claxon cried"This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. Nuclear submarines rose to set up deepness at their prescribed stations while around the world, every atomic asset in our arsenal was switched to prepare-to-launch manner. reason troops around the mankind were scrambled and reported to their muster detail. Our troops in Iraq and Afghanistan ceased all in-theater mental process and withdrew to their designated safe zona. And for upright measure, I tasked three fall apart look down satellites to provide over watch of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from full general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few indorsement had frightened me to the point that I was ready to turn around, get airborne and then club a pre-emptive nuclear ten-strike on this empty-bellied Chinese city. While we drove from the airport, I was composing email to the Pentagon and to my personal security strength. I used the imminent threat code watchword"wounded Knee ”. Until the code Holy Writ reached the eyes of the Secretary of Defense, all responses were automatonlike. Only the Secretary of Defense could accession the Wounded Knee communications protocol, but he was overbold and did not vary the reception. The President's planned visit to Georgia was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air Force One and would stay on airborne for the duration. His crime syndicate was taken deep below the White House and the Vice chair and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most hardened sand trap in the world would protect them from multiple strikes by atomic weapon. Once the President was airborne, all of the allies of the United States were also alerted through prescribed distribution channel, but in the few minutes that passed, every intelligence commonwealth on earthly concern that was keeping their eyes on the disposition of US military force had already alerted their party boss. In twenty-two bit the universe went from peaceful to the verge of a nuclear war. The first incoming claim made to the chair was from the Chinese Ambassador. The President did not accept his call. He was busy trying to call me.

"This is the depository library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a monumental organization of cylinder that appeared to be falling over, bringing my attention to my present surroundings."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 palace. Even more out of place was the lack of traffic and the want of walker. Built as home for nearly two million people, less than three thousand had ever taken up residence. Ordos was a massive, glittering ghost town.

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

"No need to whisper. Kho can't get wind 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 vex him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

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

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

We pulled up at a sleek, ultramodern hotel. It was the merely station we had seen with any type of natural action at all. There were masses staffing the long blackness marble counter, bellhop working the anteroom, and man parking vehicles as they arrived. Kho opened the door and we stepped into the eve air and entered the brass and black briny entree.

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

"It would be my great honor, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the driveway and followed us across the anteroom to a banking company of lift.

"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 elevator, out of place for a hotel anteroom. It was big enough to carry several dozen passengers and their baggage. Or one boastfully fomite. 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 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 elevator doorway slid out-of-doors, they revealed a monolithic composite. It stretched in every direction all around us. Hundreds of workers in blanch drab overalls moved around. Some pushing white carts filled with binful, some driving galvanizing trucks carrying white bin carts, some walking without any load but appearing to be going somewhere urgently. Everyone seemed to be doing something utile and no one gave us a second coup d'oeil. I didn't need to infect them to know that every prole 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 trend,"replied superior general Kho. Otherwise this complex would give birth been discovered long ago. What better way to hide a index grid the size of Bakersfield, Golden State ? All of the mogul output signal from the Taishir Dam is diverted to here."

"What is the purpose of this home ?"Cheney continued. The sudden existence of a complex this size scared him. It was his business to make love about property like this. What scared him more was that the adroitness had been built without the knowledge of the Formosan governance. That scared me as well.

"It is the training solid ground for the new khan. From here we shall launch the attack to take over the world,"boasted superior general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding horses, we will rule by a gentler touching. Don't you see the purity of our plan, Dr. Jacques Louis David ? No blood need be spilled at all. Soon all governance will cease to be at war. Kings and pilgrims, princes and paupers all will be contented with their lot in living. Strife will be a forgotten computer memory. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his eyes he was a true worshiper. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could read 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 preposterous. I am NOT behind all this."I accessed all of his thoughts, he was telling the the true. He believed I was behind all this."show me."

For the next three 60 minutes we toured the complex from the prat of an electric cart, seeing about a fourth of it by my reckoning. The blank combined all the factor of a mine and manufacturing flora with an incubator and biologic growth industrial plant. Nanobots were being created in the billions of zillion. This complex was the birthplace of sufficiency nanobots to taint every livelihood organism on earth millions of fourth dimension over. None of this made any sensation. There were processes and inventions 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 miles. So far that we could not see the end, it just disappeared in the aloofness. In the hanger were ten-spot of thousands of DCA iniquity bird of Jove. The Saame attack chopper that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

"These are our new entire !"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 true place as rulers of the world."

Even without calculating the odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. Thirty thousand darkness Eagles, primed with nanobot loading, sent out among the world could enslave the total world's universe in twenty-four hour period. Even time of day. But there was still an element missing. Something important. I needed to dillydally. My personal security department was en route, but they would be twenty minute away and even I didn't have the workforce to remove over a facility this size and neutralize its purpose. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the component I was missing. In order of magnitude for the marionette sea captain to maintain restraint, he had to be in contact with the strand. No man could control the integral world's population himself. Controlling hundreds was difficult enough. Controlling thousand took concentration. In order to control billions, you needed a political machine. A really big car. I shuddered.

"Show me to my government agency and research lab,"I ordered Kho."There is oeuvre 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 host here can not tell us apart for a sound 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 root to our problem."

Fifteen moment later we approached a glass edifice that rose hundreds of feet to the roof of the elephantine cavern. I passed my handwriting over the recognition panel and the door immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting guests. Please film twenty loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to still my two Leftenants. Bring them to me and then await my former guest. They are going to involve immediate access."

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

"It will be easier to indicate you."I walked across the humble pressure group to an elevator and pushed the button. It opened immediately. There were no buttons to weightlift inside. It was both an elevator and a killbox. Only an authorise rider could use this lift."business office,"I commanded.

"As you wish, Dr. David. Welcome."The elevator replied with a womanly voice as it began to rise. A few seconds later the doors hissed unresolved 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 deal against the wall, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic structure that made up every particle of the building we were standing in. My new nanobots immediately began to imbibe the native they found in the structure in an exponential flood.

The door hissed open. And there I was, standing out-of-door my government agency 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.

"hullo my friend. Welcome household,"I said from outside the room access."I see you brought kink along. Hello Rick."

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

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

"The just WHO THE hellhole ARE YOU ?"

"Me ? I guess you can say I am the early Dr. David. The world Dr. David. The failsafe Dr. St. David. The just person on the planet who can stop me from add up global domination. Isn't that right ?"

"Yes."

"When did they go sentient ?"

"Ten years ago."

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

"You've created a way to turn back 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 matter of time before they realize we are superfluous and serve no real purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, allegiance, fealty, reliance, love, hatred, angriness, passion…..none of these things matter to the nanobots. Together they form one brain with iinfinite power. They can replicate from any fabric and do not finger heat energy or cold or penury oxygen. They are poised to contract over the reality and then beyond."

"I will have to alter that in future plans, I am sure. come, shake my hand."My doppelganger complied, accepting my contagion readily.

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

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

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

"Tomorrow morning."

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

"Both,"I assured him,"and I assume you have worthy 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 large comfortable way filled with overstuffed furniture and six Chinese women with such peach they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the feature article of the caravanserai, broad bronze faces with hooded eyes, unassailable and supple. They were thick of second joint and warm of arm, able of yearn distances on horseback, but decidedly feminine. Two had the fine narrow features of the seafaring family of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The terminal dyad had the unit of ammunition features of the mountains, glowing from the spiritual strength of Sitsang and thriving at the roof of the reality. All were wearing identical silk deels, undecided at the throat and fastened with the traditional five mother of pearl buttons. As beautifully crafted as the robes were, the womanhood inside were the real treasure.

I sent a mastery to my nanobots for stamen and extravagant semen output.

One of each pair joined Rick and their opposite number joined me. At number 1 touch, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their native nanobots over to the new strain. My courtesan slowly disrobed me, taking their confection metre, caressing my uncover skin as they did so. My master self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their native linguistic process for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two push button and slipped her robe from her articulatio humeri, revealing the peak of her plenteous titty and strong broad shoulders. Her manpower were warm and attender and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the lovingness of her work force as they slowly stroked me to total mast.

Mazu pulled my shirt from my flop arm and then removed her deel entirely, pressing guiding my arm around her backrest and nestling her breasts against my rib cage. Wen did the Lapplander on the left wing. I accessed their pleasure sum and set their foreplay answer to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my pelt met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the piano cushion of the lounge, receiving the joy they were programmed to provide. The archetype Dr. David was standing like I was, hands resting on the heads of his two sexual hard worker as they lavished his turgid member with their mouths.

I felt my cock slip between Khai's sassing and down her throat. I could feel her throat constricting, milking my cock. I pulled my former two women closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my pleasure with all three of them. I could reek the outpouring of pheromones, the fragrance of pure arousal. Khai pressed her nozzle flat against my breadbasket, driving my stopcock deeper down her throat, drawing intense pleasure for herself from my increased luxuria. Wen and Mazu lightly drug their fingernails down my thorax and back, teasing my nipples and grazing my ass. I kissed Wen first and then Mazu, lifting them to my mouth as I bent to their backtalk. Khai pulled off of my peter and knelt on the lounge in front of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting puss. She was engorged and dripping. All three cleaning lady shared the explosive delight 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 minutes ; their mutual arousal climbing inexorably to great heights. It was familiar to each in a different way. Like climbing a mountain, crossing a sea, or riding across a immense sweep. They drew ever closer to their terminus. By now they were heroic to strive their last release. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai's back. Khai was too inviolable to be burdened by the additional weight unit. Khai sank to her human knee so that Wen's eager cunt lined up with my exposed putz. Wen reached around her back to grip Khai's incline. I buried my peter in a harsh, deep stab, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally spiritual person, Wen could easily accession her physical passion. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to grip Wen's second joint, thrusting her back against me while pressing her taut knocker into the small of my rear. The three women gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual foreplay.

It only took a few instant before I could sense Wen begging for button. I withdrew and turned around, my putz an raging ghost of red, glistening with the juices of our union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck opening with her arms. She pulled herself up my trunk easily, gripping my sides with her slender leg. She was surprisingly strong for individual so lithe. She lowered her candid flower onto my upwards pointing cock and then threw herself backwards to the ends of her subdivision and slump my stopcock deep into her folds. The two women behind us collapsed with pleasure. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each other, each with their fingers in the other fair sex's snatch. As they shared this third coupling with us, they satisfied each other. I made them separate and lowered Mazu between them. With all three women splayed out in front of me, I kept pounding the cunt of Mazu while burying three fingers into the flooded prick of Khai and Wen. The combination of their own joy with the shared passion of the former two, all three women were in danger of losing their intellect. I blasted the interior of Mazu's bitch with the number one thick ropes of my orgasm. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the right, thrusting deep into Wen, releasing another cloudburst of cum, sending all three women back over the top of the pile, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thighs. Those muscular thighs bred into her by unnumerable forefathers astride horseback. She was the pissed of the three. Her snatch muscles flexed and tugged at my manhood, milking me into a third tone ending as I thrust deep into her volcanic DoI. She looped her ankles around my ass and help slam my pelvis into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my final outlet, she screamed a guttural cry of triumph and joy ; the warrior's cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a quite a little of spent physique.

Down in the manufacturing plant below, the product of nanobots programmed to take over the world continued without abatement. I knew I would cause to do something and soon. Rick Cheney was in no condition to do anything to avoid the annihilation of the human race. The original Dr. David was likewise out of commission.

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

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

"Then the horse cavalry will be too previous,"I said, sitting up. I was no longsighted tired.

"Of line they will be David. Just as I planned."He smiled a fulfil smile. Inside I could feel myself changing. My nanobots were beginning to cuckold me. They no longer did my bidding. My new strain wasn't assimilating the early nanobots ; they were mimicking the pilot striving and being controlled by the original Jacques Louis David.

The creature master had tied his string to me .