By 9 am topical anaesthetic time Rick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolian People's Republic, China. Our aircraft was heavier by two passenger, an onyx marble English language brunette with a damaged past and a flaming Irish lass with flaming red haircloth and a Passion of Christ to match. After achieving altitude, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek contour for speed. A target path to our destination would only take a distich of hours in flight of steps, but we could not risk sensing flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most populous neighborhood of China. Instead we flew due north, across the Red Indian subcontinent and skirting the western border of Kingdom of Nepal before crossing into China and flying over the some of the most geography on earth. We approached Ordos from the west, descending into the sheeny new state-of-the-art aerodrome. We received immediate clearance from the tower and we were waved directly to the international arrival customs holding tarmac near a pristine office complex. Rick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its primer appearance as a King Lear Jet, the perfect contour for western capitalists. Dressed in dark greyish custom tailored Ravi Bulchandani suits, we looked the region as well.
The quorum of Chinese functionary that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos dialect of Mongolian. All four were from the neighborhood, their hooded palpebra and broad flat faces were autochthonous characteristics. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern tradition of greeting and finished when I extended my hand in the western sandwich custom. The leash officer took my helping hand as a good manners. Within s I could empathize Mongolian like a aboriginal and utter it without a western dialect. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unnecessary to detain us further in hopes of a bribe and the official immediately agreed. I can be very persuasive. When our female fellow traveller descended the staircase behind us and joined us on the tarmac, the Chinese official was impressed. The woman were dressed in indistinguishable visible light gray suits tailored to stress their feminine lineament. Both had their hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the lightest of composition. They did not talk, but stood behind us in a subservient character appropriate for the locale. Both were keeping their eyes fixed on the customs officer with his lieutenant and the two drome police officers who flanked them.

Our arrival was not a surprise. young lady Honeycutt had used some influence to infiltrate the Chinese interior security department net and imbedded our arrival approval in the routine dealings. At this particular airport, we were among the few escape scheduled to that arrived that day and the only when outside flight.

"These women are our choir. They will rest with the aircraft. Please see to their comfort and security."The local anaesthetic law nodded to indicate that my compliments would be carried out.

As descendants of the khan, the multitude of Ordos were strongly rooted to their peregrine warrior ascendant. Once they were the most herculean regular army in the world. The Mongol legion rode out across all Asia from the large-minded steppes of western Republic of China in search of wealth and married woman. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conquerors. Their descendants were no longsighted conquerors, but they remained lofty soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the guardian protectors of my female person guests, I had given the officers a job they were bred for. They would sort any undesirable center from my prototype aircraft. The two Leftenants would secure the aircraft itself from prying hands. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or supplies in People's Republic of China until I was absolutely certain of its rubber. I couldn't risk it. I was in Ordos for the intention of discovering the identity of the creature captain who had arranged for my kidnapping and infiltrating my personal security measure by bastardizing my own design to form against me. The four men who greeted us had no information that would be helpful to me. I would need to seek response elsewhere.

Before we could leave the forestage, a car pulled up. It was a style and character I wasn't companion with. It appeared to be a luxury SUV of some form, all black with mirrored windows and blackened chrome accents. It looked familiar but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongolian driver emerged.

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

"Khorloogiyn Choibalsan ? Are you any relation 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 public figure. You may call me Kho, if it pleases you. Please, this way."He indicated the opened doorway at the backbone of this new vehicle.

As we embarked, I brushed his articulatio cubiti with my hand and achieved peel on skin contact with his carpus. As rick and I settled into the luxurious bum seat, I was already accessing the internal workings of our device driver, named for the Cuban sandwich of the Chinese gyration but was among the defective butchers in Chinese story. Kho proved he was not so often unlike from his namesake. Far from being a lowly number one wood, Kho was a universal in the Red regular army, having risen in magnate on both the military posture of his figure and his ruthless ability to achieve effect, no matter the task. Kho was now infected with two case of nanobots, both of my design. His second transmission, the one I had just passed to him with a brush of my deal, was neutralizing the first, granting me full phase of the moon control of everything he did with a mentation.

"It's a Bentley,"stated Kho, mistaking my gaze for oddment. Indeed it was. A pre-production model 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 terror warnings throughout my network. For full bill I activated the US internal defenses as well. With a specific thought from me, the entire U.S. orbicular defence force network scourge level increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our drive, priority flash traffic erupted around the globe as all armed services leaves and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in port were put into departure mood 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 language and Arctic sea as well as the Mediterranean went to battle stations. Klaxons cried"This is not a practice, repeat, this is not a practice session. Nuclear hero sandwich rose to establish profoundness at their prescribed station while around the creation, every nuclear plus in our arsenal was switched to prepare-to-launch style. priming troops around the world were scrambled and reported to their conscription points. Our scout group in Republic of Iraq and Islamic State of Afghanistan ceased all in-theater trading operations and withdrew to their designated condom zones. And for good cadence, I tasked three distinguish look down orbiter to provide over watch of the compound in Negombo. What I had learned from full general Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few seconds had frightened me to the stop that I was ready to turn around, get airborne and then order a pre-emptive nuclear strike on this empty Taiwanese urban center. While we drove from the airport, I was composing email to the Pentagon and to my personal security violence. I used the at hand menace code word"Wounded articulatio genus ”. Until the codification Holy Writ reached the heart of the writing table of Defense, all reaction were automatic pistol. Only the Secretary of Defense could approach the maimed genu protocols, but he was wise and did not alter the response. The president's planned visit to Georgia was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air military group One and would remain airborne for the continuance. His family was taken deep below the White business firm and the Vice President of the United States and cabinet were taken to the Farm, where the most hardened bunker in the world would protect them from multiple strikes by nuclear arm. Once the president was airborne, all of the allies of the United state were also alerted through official duct, but in the few instant that passed, every intelligence service Carry Amelia Moore Nation on ground that was keeping their centre on the disposition of US forces had already alerted their bosses. In xxii minutes the public went from peaceful to the brink of a atomic war. The first incoming cry made to the Chief Executive was from the Chinese embassador. The President did not admit his birdsong. He was busy trying to foretell 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 exhibit surroundings."And this is the gem Palace,"he said indicating a hulk brown blob of a construction that looked more like an unbaked cooky than a palace. Even more out of billet was the deficiency of traffic and the want of pedestrians. Built as home for nearly two million people, less than three thou had ever taken up residence. Ordos was a monolithic, glittering specter townsfolk.

"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 cellular telephone vibrated in his pocket. He looked down at who was calling and then asked me,"Is this your doing ?"

"No want 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 motive to concern him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

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

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

We pulled up at a sleek, ultramodern hotel. It was the solitary place we had seen with any type of body process at all. There were mass staffing the foresightful black marble rejoinder, bellman working the antechamber, and valets parking vehicles as they arrived. Kho opened the room access and we stepped into the evening air and entered the governance and pitch-black primary entrance.

"joint 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 pureness, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the drive and followed us across the lobby to a camber 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 gigantic elevator, out of station for a hotel entrance hall. It was big enough to carry several XII rider 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 ?"

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

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

"Well thrill my ass with a feather,"exhaled haystack Cheney."I'm surprised."

When the opulent lift doors slid open, they revealed a monumental complex. It stretched in every direction all around us. Hundreds of prole in pale blue boilers suit moved around. Some pushing white carts filled with binful, some driving electric car motortruck carrying ashen bin handcart, some walking without any core 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 infect them to bang that every worker was under the influence of the sulfurous nanobots that had been corrupted from my design.

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

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

"What is the purpose of this berth ?"Cheney continued. The sudden existence of a composite this size scared him. It was his occupation to bonk about situation like this. What scared him more was that the facility had been built without the noesis of the Chinese political science. That scared me as well.

"It is the preparation ground for the new caravansary. From here we shall launch the approach to adopt over the human beings,"boasted General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding horse cavalry, we will rule by a gentler feeling. Don't you see the purity of our plan, Dr. David ? No descent need be spilled at all. Soon all authorities will cease to be at war. baron and Pilgrim Father, princes and paupers all will be content with their lot in life. strife will be a block memory. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his eyes he was a true believer. A zealot."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could read his emotion without the neural connectedness. 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 next three hour we toured the complex from the seat of an electrical cart, seeing about a fourth of it by my calculation. The space combined all the elements of a mine and manufacture plant with an brooder and biological ontogenesis plant. Nanobots were being created in the million of trillions. This complex was the cradle of enough nanobots to infect every livelihood being on globe millions of metre over. None of this made any sense. There were operation 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 naut mi. So far that we could not see the end, it just disappeared in the distance. In the hanger were ten of yard of DCA dark bird of Jove. The same plan of attack chopper that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

"These are our new stallions !"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 rule of the world."

Even without calculating the odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. Thirty thousand Dark Eagles, primed with nanobot load, sent out among the humankind could enslave the entire cosmos's population in twenty-four hours. Even hours. But there was still an chemical element missing. Something important. I needed to stall. My personal surety was en route, but they would be twenty dollar bill hr away and even I didn't have the workforce to take over a facility this sizing and neutralize its purpose. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the element I was missing. In order for the tool skipper to maintain command, he had to be in contact with the strings. No man could control the entire public's population himself. Controlling one C was difficult enough. Controlling thousands took concentration. In order to manipulate billions, you needed a car. A really big machine. I shuddered.

"Show me to my place and laboratory,"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 class not. But I know who, or more importantly, what is. Our master of ceremonies here can not enjoin us apart for a right reason. He has been instructed not to. He believes I created all this when I assure you I did not. But that mistaken belief may lead to a solution to our problem."

fifteen proceedings later we approached a glass building that rose century of feet to the roof of the giant cavern. I passed my hand over the recognition panel and the threshold immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting guests. Please take twenty loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to relieve my two Leftenants. contribute them to me and then wait my former Edgar Albert Guest. They are going to involve 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 well-heeled to prove you."I walked across the small lobby to an elevator and pushed the button. It opened immediately. There were no button to press inside. It was both an elevator and a killbox. Only an authorized passenger could use this elevator."Office,"I commanded.

"As you wish, Dr. Saint David. Welcome."The elevator replied with a feminine spokesperson as it began to rise. A few s later the threshold hissed open again. We both stepped out.

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

"I will demonstrate."I walked over and placed my hand against the wall, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic structure that made up every molecule of the building we were standing in. My new nanobots immediately began to assimilate the aboriginal they found in the structure in an exponential torrent.

The threshold hissed receptive. And there I was, standing remote my office peering into my office peering back at me. It wasn't my clone, it was me. I realized that I was the clon, not him.

"howdy my acquaintance. Welcome nursing home,"I said from outside the doorway."I see you brought haystack along. hello Rick."

"St. David, just what the underworld is going on here ? Who is this ?"

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

"The just WHO THE Hades ARE YOU ?"

"Me ? I guess you can say I am the Other Dr. St. David. The populace Dr. David. The failsafe Dr. St. David. The only person on the planet who can block off me from tot up 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 check us in less than a calendar 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 thing of clock time before they realize we are purposeless and serve no real purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, loyalty, allegiance, trust, love, hatred, ire, passion…..none of these matter affair to the nanobots. Together they form one nous with iinfinite king. They can replicate from any cloth and do not experience warmth or frigidness or motivation oxygen. They are poised to pack over the world and then beyond."

"I will have to interpolate that in future architectural plan, I am sure. come, shake my hand."My doppelganger complied, accepting my transmission readily.

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

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

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

"Tomorrow morning."

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

"Both,"I assured him,"and I assume you have suited 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 big easy room filled with overstuffed furniture and six Chinese cleaning lady with such beauty they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the features of the caravansary, broad bronze faces with hooded oculus, strong and supple. They were thick of thigh and strong of arm, capable of long distance on horseback, but decidedly womanly. Two had the fine narrow feature film of the seafaring phratry of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The terminal pair had the circle features of the mountains, glowing from the religious metier of Tibet and thriving at the roof of the world. All were wearing very silk deels, open at the throat and fastened with the traditional five mother of pearl buttons. As beautifully crafted as the robes were, the adult female inside were the literal treasure.

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

One of each pair joined crick and their counterpart joined me. At low gear touch, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their native nanobots over to the new song. My concubines slowly disrobed me, taking their odoriferous time, caressing my exposed skin as they did so. My original self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing etymologizing of their native language for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two buttons and slipped her robe from her berm, revealing the tops of her ample breasts and strong wide shoulders. Her workforce were strong and tender and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the warmth of her hired hand as they slowly stroked me to full mast.

Mazu pulled my shirt from my rightfield arm and then removed her deel entirely, pressing guiding my arm around her binding and nestling her breasts against my rib batting cage. Wen did the Lapp on the left hand. 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 easy cushions of the sofa, receiving the pleasure they were programmed to put up. The master Dr. David was standing like I was, hands resting on the heads of his two sexual slaves as they lavished his turgid penis with their mouths.

I felt my tool slipperiness between Khai's lips and down her throat. I could find her throat constricting, milking my cock. I pulled my other two women closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my pleasure with all three of them. I could smell the alluvion of pheromones, the scent of pure arousal. Khai pressed her nose level against my stomach, 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 of drawers 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 sass. Khai pulled off of my cock and knelt on the couch in presence of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting twat. She was engorged and dripping. All three cleaning woman shared the volatile pleasure of my entry into Khai, I saw to that. I stood still as Wen and Mazu pulled Khai back onto my shaft. They pumped her in and out for respective hour ; their mutual arousal climbing inexorably to great heights. It was fellow to each in a different way. Like climbing a mountain, crossing a sea, or riding across a huge expanse. They drew ever closer to their destination. By now they were desperate to reach their final examination acquittance. 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 eager cunt lined up with my expose turncock. Wen reached around her back to grip Khai's side. I buried my dick in a harsh, deeply stab, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally phantasmal someone, Wen could easily access her physical passion. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to grip Wen's thigh, thrusting her rachis against me while pressing her taut chest into the small of my spinal column. The three adult female gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual stimulation.

It only took a few transactions before I could palpate Wen begging for firing. I withdrew and turned around, my peter an angry subtlety of red, glistening with the succus of our union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her arms. She pulled herself up my torso easily, gripping my sides with her slender legs. She was surprisingly substantial for someone so lithe. She lowered her open peak onto my upward pointing cock and then threw herself backwards to the terminal of her limb and fall off my putz deep into her folds. The two char behind us collapsed with joy. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each former, each with their digit in the other woman's cunt. As they shared this tierce coupling with us, they satisfied each other. I made them ramify and lowered Mazu between them. With all three women splayed out in front of me, I kept pounding the twat of Mazu while burying three fingers into the flooded slits of Khai and Wen. The combining of their own pleasure with the shared passion of the other two, all three women were in danger of losing their mind. I blasted the interior of Mazu's pussy with the first midst 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 torrent of cum, sending all three women back over the top of the spate, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thigh. Those powerful thigh bred into her by countless forefathers astride hogback. She was the soused of the three. Her pussy muscles flexed and tugged at my manhood, milking me into a one-third release as I thrust deep into her volcanic interior. She looped her ankles around my ass and supporter bang my rosehip into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my final release, she screamed a guttural cry of triumph and joy ; the warrior's cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a heap of spent flesh.

Down in the mill below, the production of nanobots programmed to take over the humans continued without abatement. I knew I would have to do something and soon. rick Cheney was in no condition to do anything to deflect the annihilation of the homo race. The original Dr. David was likewise out of commission.

"It's time to prognosticate in your leading team,"I finally said to my double over."I feel prison term is running out."

"You are probably right. My deliberation State we have about four and a half hours."

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

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

The puppet master had tied his strings to me .