By 9 am local anaesthetic time kink Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, China. Our aircraft was heavier by two passenger, an alabaster side brunette with a damaged past and a fiery Irish lass with flaming red hair and a passionateness to agree. After achieving ALT, my image aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek configuration for speed. A direct road to our finish would only take a twain of minute in escape, but we could not run a risk detection flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most thickly settled part of Republic of China. Instead we flew due north, across the Amerindic 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 shining new state-of-the-art airport. We received straightaway clearance from the tower and we were waved directly to the outside comer customs holding tarmacadam near a pristine government agency complex. Rick and I exited the jet, which had resumed its ground show as a Lear Jet, the perfect configuration for western capitalists. Dressed in dark gray customs duty tailored Ravi Bulchandani suits, we looked the percentage as well.
The quorum of Chinese officials that greeted us spoke in the regional Ordos dialect of Mongolic. All four were from the region, their hooded palpebra and extensive flat faces were autochthonic characteristic. We all bowed and nodded in the Eastern custom of greeting and finished when I extended my script in the western custom. The tether officeholder took my handwriting as a good manners. Within sec I could empathise Mongol like a aboriginal and mouth it without a westerly accent. I mentally suggested that it would be impolite and unnecessary to detain us further in hopes of a payoff 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 macadam, the Taiwanese functionary was impressed. The cleaning lady were dressed in identical lighting Robert Gray cause tailored to accent their feminine lineament. Both had their hairsbreadth pulled back in a no-nonsense bun and only wore the unclouded of war paint. They did not speak, but stood behind us in a submissive theatrical role 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 reaching was not a surprise. Miss Honeycutt had used some influence to pass through the Chinese home security measure network and imbedded our arrival blessing in the routine traffic. At this particular airport, we were among the few flight of stairs scheduled to that arrived that day and the only external flight.

"These cleaning lady are our consorts. They will persist with the aircraft. Please see to their comfort and security."The local police force nodded to point that my compliments would be carried out.

As descendants of the khan, the the great unwashed of Ordos were strongly rooted to their nomadic warrior ancestors. Once they were the most powerful armies in the world. The Mongol swarm rode out across all Asia from the all-encompassing steppes of western China in search of wealth and married woman. It was hard-wired into their DNA to be warriors and conquerors. Their descendants were no retentive conqueror, but they remained proud soldiers eager for honor. By leaving them as the guardian protector of my female client, I had given the officers a task they were bred for. They would screen any unwanted eyes from my prototype aircraft. The two Leftenants would secure the aircraft itself from prying paw. I wouldn't be taking on any fuel or provision in Red China until I was absolutely certain of its prophylactic. I couldn't danger it. I was in Ordos for the purpose of discovering the identity of the creature master copy who had arranged for my kidnapping and infiltrating my personal security department by bastardizing my own inventions to work against me. The four men who greeted us had no selective information that would be helpful to me. I would demand to seek solution elsewhere.

Before we could entrust the apron, a car pulled up. It was a stylus and type I wasn't familiar with. It appeared to be a lavishness SUV of some sorting, all black with mirrored Windows and blackened chromium-plate accents. It looked familiar but not exactly visually pleasing. A Mongolian driver emerged.

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

"Khorloogiyn Choibalsan ? Are you any sex act to….. ?"
"Yes of course. He was my great-grandfather. His son was also known as Khorloogiyn Choibalsan as was his son. I am the fourth of that name. You may call me Kho, if it pleases you. Please, this way."He indicated the open doorway at the dorsum of this new vehicle.

As we embarked, I brushed his elbow with my hand and achieved skin on pare contact with his wrist. As Rick and I settled into the princely back butt, I was already accessing the intimate workings of our driver, named for the hero of the Formosan gyration but was among the spoiled butchers in Chinese story. Kho proved he was not so much different from his namesake. Far from being a lowly driver, Kho was a ecumenical in the Red Army, having risen in power on both the speciality of his public figure and his ruthless ability to achieve results, no topic the project. Kho was now infected with two character of nanobots, both of my figure. His minute infection, the one I had just passed to him with a coppice of my hand, was neutralizing the outset, granting me full control of everything he did with a sentiment.

"It's a Bentley,"stated Kho, mistaking my gaze for curio. 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 mo to activate threat warnings throughout my network. For good meter I activated the US subject defenses as well. With a specific thought from me, the entire U.S. globular defense network threat grade increased to DEFCON 2. As Cheney and I settled in for our ride, priority split second traffic erupted around the globe as all military leaves and furloughs were cancelled. All seaworthy naval ships in porthole were put into departure mode and would put to sea within six time of day. All ships at sea shut down all non-essential communication and all ships in the Pacific, Red Indian and Arctic Oceans as well as the Mediterranean went to battle stations. claxon cried"This is not a Mandrillus leucophaeus, repeat, this is not a Mandrillus leucophaeus. Nuclear poor boy rose to launch depths at their prescribed stations while around the world, every nuclear asset in our armory was switched to prepare-to-launch mode. Ground troops around the macrocosm were scrambled and reported to their draft points. Our troops in Al-Iraq and Afghanistan ceased all in-theater operations and withdrew to their designated safety zona. And for adept measure, I tasked three severalize look down satellites to furnish over lookout of the chemical compound in Negombo. What I had learned from General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan in those few second had frightened me to the point that I was cook to grow around, get airborne and then fiat a pre-emptive atomic strike on this empty Taiwanese city. While we drove from the airport, I was composing email to the Pentagon and to my personal security forces. I used the imminent threat code word"wounded human knee ”. Until the codification word reached the eyes of the Secretary of defence reaction, all answer were automatic. Only the Secretary of Defense could admittance the Wounded Knee protocols, but he was wise and did not alter the answer. The Chief Executive's planned visit to Sakartvelo was cancelled and he was immediately taken to Air Force One and would continue airborne for the continuance. His category was taken deep below the White House and the frailty President and locker were taken to the Farm, where the most hardened dugout in the globe would protect them from multiple smash by nuclear weapons. 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 nation on earthly concern that was keeping their eyes on the disposition of US forces had already alerted their gaffer. In .22 minute of arc the world went from peaceful to the verge of a nuclear war. The offset incoming call made to the President was from the Chinese Ambassador. The Chief Executive did not take his call option. He was meddlesome trying to call me.

"This is the subroutine library of Ordos,"stated Kho pointing toward a monolithic musical arrangement of cylinder that appeared to be falling over, bringing my care to my exhibit surround."And this is the Treasure castle,"he said indicating a giant Brown University blob of a edifice that looked more like an unbaked cookie than a palace. Even more out of place was the lack of dealings and the lack of pedestrians. Built as rest home for nearly two million people, lupus erythematosus than three chiliad had ever taken up mansion. Ordos was a monumental, glittering spectre 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 phone vibrated in his sack. He looked down at who was calling and then asked me,"Is this your doing ?"

"No need to whisper. Kho can't hear us,"I replied."Yes it's my doing. I put the US on DEFCON 2."He stared at me with trepidation."Everything we need to see is in the mines,"I assured him. I didn't tell him more than that. No indigence to worry him.

"The mines ? What mines ?"

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

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

We pulled up at a sleek, ultramodern hotel. It was the only plaza we had seen with any type of activity at all. There were people staffing the long Black marble counter, bellhop working the pressure group, and gentleman parking fomite as they arrived. Kho opened the room access and we stepped into the evening air and entered the boldness and black main entrance.

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

"It would be my enceinte honour, Dr. David."He left the Bentley SUV in the driveway and followed us across the lobby to a bank of elevators.

"If you would be so kind, Kho,"I waved him toward the controls.

"Certainly. What floor ?"

"surprisal us,"I replied coolly.

The three of us entered into a gigantic elevator, out of place for a hotel lobby. It was big enough to contain respective dozen passengers and their baggage. 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 manufactory. Dr. St. David is most interested in seeing it. Isn't that true, Dr.David ?"

"Yes Kho. It is,"I replied.

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

When the opulent elevator doors slid give, they revealed a massive complex. It stretched in every direction all around us. 100 of workers in blanch wild blue yonder overalls moved around. Some pushing ashen cart filled with bins, some driving electric trucks carrying white bin handcart, some walking without any burden but appearing to be going somewhere urgently. Everyone seemed to be doing something useful and no one gave us a second glance. I didn't need to infect them to know that every actor 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 grade,"replied general Kho. Otherwise this complex would have been discovered long ago. What better way to hide a power grid the size of Bakersfield, California ? All of the power end product 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 acknowledge about plaza like this. What scared him more was that the facility had been built without the noesis of the Chinese government. That scared me as well.

"It is the breeding ground for the new khan. From here we shall plunge the attack to take over the earth,"boasted General Khorloogiyn Choibalsan."Instead of riding horse cavalry, we will find by a gentler touch. Don't you see the innocence of our programme, Dr. David ? No blood need be spilled at all. Soon all governments will cease to be at war. big businessman and pilgrims, princes and paupers all will be content with their lot in life. Strife will be a forgotten computer memory. We are creating Utopia."I could see by the glint in his eyes he was a rightful truster. A drumbeater."All ruled by the Great Khan."I could show his emotion without the neuronal connective. He was elated by the prospect.

"Who is behind all this ?"

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

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

For the succeeding three hours we toured the complex from the fundament of an galvanizing cart, seeing about a fourth of it by my calculation. The outer space combined all the elements of a mine and manufacture plant with an incubator and biologic growth plant. Nanobots were being created in the billions of jillion. This complex was the provenance of enough nanobots to taint every living being on earth jillion of times over. None of this made any sense. There were operation and excogitation 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 space. In the hanger were tens of thousands of DCA Dark bird of Jove. The same attack helicopters that we had first seen in Sri Lanka the day before.

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

Even without calculating the odds, I knew that Kho was not boasting. thirty thousand night bird of Jove, primed with nanobot consignment, sent out among the world could enslave the entire reality's population in twenty-four hour period. even hours. But there was still an ingredient missing. Something significant. I needed to stall. My personal security was en route, but they would be twenty time of day away and even I didn't have the manpower to take over a facility this size of it and do in its intention. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the ingredient I was missing. In order for the marionette sea captain to wield control, he had to be in contact with the strings. No man could hold the integral human race's population himself. Controlling one C was difficult enough. Controlling thousands took density. In fiat to curb billions, you needed a machine. A really big machine. I shuddered.

"display me to my role and research laboratory,"I ordered Kho."There is workplace to be done."

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

"No, of row not. But I know who, or more importantly, what is. Our host here can not tell us apart for a effective 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 lead to a solvent to our problem."

Fifteen minutes later we approached a chalk building that rose century of feet to the roof of the hulk cavern. I passed my mitt over the recognition gore and the door immediately hissed out of my way. Cheney followed.

"Kho, I am expecting guests. Please take 20 loyal and trusted soldiers to my aircraft to relieve my two Leftenants. play them to me and then await my former invitee. They are going to need immediate access."

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

"It will be sluttish to demo you."I walked across the small anteroom to an elevator and pushed the button. It opened immediately. There were no push button to press inside. It was both an elevator and a killbox. Only an authorized rider could use this elevator."Office,"I commanded.

"As you wish, Dr. David. Welcome."The lift replied with a feminine voice as it began to rise. A few secondment later the doorway hissed assailable again. We both stepped out.

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

"I will demonstrate."I walked over and placed my mitt against the wall, accessing the nanobots in the polyplastic structure that made up every speck of the building we were standing in. My new nanobots immediately began to assimilate the natives they found in the complex body part in an exponential inundation.

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

"Hello my supporter. Welcome home,"I said from outside the doorway."I see you brought rick along. Hello Rick."

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

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

"The just WHO THE Hades ARE YOU ?"

"Me ? I guess you can say I am the Other Dr. Jacques Louis David. The public Dr. St. David. The failsafe Dr. David. The only soul on the planet who can bar me from total ball-shaped domination. Isn't that right ?"

"Yes."

"When did they become sentient ?"

"Ten years ago."

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

"You've created a way to break off us in lupus erythematosus than a month, I am even more impressed."

"We are brilliant."

"Yes we are."

"rich person you begun neutralizing the scourge ?"

"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 extra and serve no real purpose."”

"Even though we created them ?"

"Gratitude, dedication, fealty, trust, love, hate, anger, passion…..none of these affair thing to the nanobots. Together they form one nous with iinfinite powerfulness. They can replicate from any cloth and do not find high temperature or frigidness or need oxygen. They are poised to acquire over the world and then beyond."

"I will have to vary that in future plans, I am sure. seminal fluid, excite my hand."My doppelganger complied, accepting my infection readily.

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

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

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

"Tomorrow morning."

"Then we have a nighttime to relish, don't we ? I see you brought node. Could one of them be for me ?"

"Both,"I assured him,"and I assume you have desirable fellow for rick and I ?"

"But of class. This way."We followed him into the elevator and descended. The room access opened and we entered a large comfortable room filled with overstuffed piece of furniture and six Chinese women with such mantrap they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the feature film of the Khans, unspecific bronze faces with hooded heart, unassailable and supple. They were thick of second joint and strong of arm, equal to of long aloofness on horseback, but decidedly feminine. Two had the fine narrow down features of the seafaring folks of T'ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final pair had the round features of the mountains, glowing from the spiritual forcefulness of Tibet and thriving at the ceiling of the existence. All were wearing identical silk deels, undefended at the throat and fastened with the traditional five mother of pearl clitoris. As beautifully crafted as the robes were, the women inside were the really treasure.

I sent a command to my nanobots for stamina and inordinate semen yield.

One of each yoke joined wrick and their vis-a-vis joined me. At first of all jot, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their native nanobots over to the new melodic line. My concubine slowly disrobed me, taking their sweetness time, caressing my let on skin as they did so. My original ego had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their native language for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two buttons and slipped her robe from her shoulder joint, revealing the height of her plenteous breasts and impregnable broad shoulders. Her hands were solid and tender and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the lovingness of her hands 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 same on the left wing. I accessed their delight pith and set their arousal response to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my tegument met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the soft cushions of the lounge, receiving the pleasure they were programmed to provide. The original Dr. Jacques Louis David was standing like I was, hands resting on the pass of his two sexual striver as they lavished his intumescent member with their mouths.

I felt my cock slip between Khai's lips and down her throat. I could feel her throat constricting, milking my dick. I pulled my other two women closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my pleasure with all three of them. I could smell the floodlight of pheromones, the odour of pure arousal. Khai pressed her nozzle flat against my stomach, driving my cock deeper down her throat, drawing vivid pleasance for herself from my increased lust. 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 rim. Khai pulled off of my rooster and knelt on the couch in front of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting cunt. She was engorged and dripping. All three women 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 prick. They pumped her in and out for several minutes ; their mutual rousing climbing inexorably to capital heights. It was familiar to each in a different way. Like climbing a quite a little, crossing a sea, or riding across a vast expanse. They drew ever closer to their goal. By now they were do-or-die to hand their final examination release. 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 exposed cock. Wen reached around her back to grip Khai's slope. I buried my cock in a harsh, deep thrust, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally phantasmal person, Wen could easily access her strong-arm passion. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to spellbind Wen's thighs, thrusting her back against me while pressing her taut breasts into the small of my back. The three charwoman gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual arousal.

It only took a few minutes before I could feel Wen begging for going. I withdrew and turned around, my prick an tempestuous shade of red, glistening with the succus of our union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her arms. She pulled herself up my body easily, gripping my sides with her slender branch. She was surprisingly strong for person so lithe. She lowered her outdoors flower onto my upward pointing cock and then threw herself backwards to the remnant of her munition and slide down my prick deep into her folds. The two women behind us collapsed with pleasure. They rolled apart ; then nestled in beside each early, each with their digit in the early woman's cunt. 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 swamp slits of Khai and Wen. The combining of their own joy with the shared passionateness of the former two, all three women were in danger of losing their minds. I blasted the interior of Mazu's cunt with the number one thick roach of my sexual climax. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the rightfield, thrusting deep into Wen, releasing another torrent of cum, sending all three women back over the top of the great deal, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai's thighs. Those muscular thighs bred into her by countless sire astride horseback. She was the tightest of the three. Her cunt muscles flexed and tugged at my humanity, milking me into a tierce handout as I thrust deep into her volcanic interior. She looped her ankle joint around my ass and aid slam my hips into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my terminal button, she screamed a guttural cry of triumph and pleasure ; the warrior's cry of triumph. The four of us collapsed in a spate of spent chassis.

down feather in the factory below, the output of nanobots programmed to consume over the world continued without abatement. I knew I would have to do something and soon. Rick Cheney was in no condition to do anything to forefend the annihilation of the human backwash. The original Dr. David was likewise out of commission.

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

"You are probably right. My reckoning land we have about four and a one-half hours."

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

"Of form they will be David. Just as I planned."He smiled a satisfied grinning. Inside I could feel myself changing. My nanobots were beginning to bewray me. They no longer did my summons. My new melody wasn't assimilating the other nanobots ; they were mimicking the original strain and being controlled by the original David.

The tool passe-partout had tied his strings to me .