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The Adventures of Stevie #135
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 13 in this story, after year 3 of summer camp, and before the
start of year 4 of school.
The Adventures of Stevie #135 "Alias Mr. Smith"
Dear Carlos,
We met in my office at work. Chad, and father, and his friend from
the Agency, John Smith, were there. I don't think that was his real
name, but I didn't care. What I did care about was he was wired. He had
a bug on him. That's what we call a concealed listening device. I
signaled father if he knew. He signaled he didn't. I signaled I would
take care of it. He looked interested. I hid a smile. I said "Mr.
Smith, I don't allow bugs in my office. Please disable yours, or I
will." He said "What bug?" I said "Your listening device strapped and
taped to your body. If I disable it, you might be injured. The last man
I did that too, had to be hospitalized." Father said "Better do what he
says." Chad was on the alert. Smith stood and adjusted his hardware,
and sat back down. I said "It's still on. Last chance before I fry it,
and maybe parts of you with it." He wiggled around in a hurry, and then
it was off. I said "Thank you. If something like this happens again, I
won't ask, but act. If Chad doesn't kill you first." He said "Him?" I
said. "I think he's the only one here named Chad. He can kill you in a
lot of different ways, before you can blink. He's upset. Give him the
slightest excuse, and I might not be able to stop him in time. I would
want to, for his sake, not yours. I was almost killed yesterday. I'm
not in the mood to play around, so I'll do this. When you are ready to
be on my team for real, raise your right hand. If you want to leave,
raise your left hand. Or die." I wrapped his chest in 4th mental
fingers, and squeezed just hard enough to prevent him from breathing.
He struggled. I said "I should tell you, with what I'm doing now, I
crushed a crystal to dust, to keep it from smashing into my skull." He
raised his right hand. I let him go. He breathed like it was new to
him.
I said "We aren't finished. We will be involved with some things most
people would find hard to believe. Don't doubt me. My friends can get
violent at that. Some of the things you will learn about, can put you
in danger. The kind of people I go after, can do really bad things to
people, and some of that can be worse than death. Yes, literally. They
might want to do that to get information from you. So, why should you
want in on this? Because you will be doing more for your country than
you can possibly do any other way. We are facing somebody who can take
over the government, and make it do just what he wants. I'm going to
stop him. Before you make your decision, you should know there are
other extra capable children like me, such as Chad, who will follow me,
and so will this Bureau. Don't miss this opportunity to make a
difference, and learn some things nobody else knows. Do you need any
more demonstrations?" He looked at father, who nodded. Smith said "I'm
in." I said "Fine. Glad to have you. We will forget what just happened,
and start over."
I briefed them on what happened with the crystal, and what it could
mean. Smith said "As I see it, we don't know who it is, or most of what
he can do, or what he wants to do. That doesn't leave much to work
with." I said "That's why we need to find out where that crystal came
noticed Chad's expression. "Which I crushed. There might be more in the
building, and in other government buildings, and in people's homes. We
need to find one of the original ones. Not the new attack ones. I need
what he needs. Information about my opponent. It's hard to defend
against, or counter, what you don't know about. This investigation can
take a long time. Part of that will be caused by people not
cooperating, because they can't believe or see the danger. When we
discover what we need to know, I will face him, alone. In a battle of
mental powers, help from other people actually makes things worse,
because they can be taken over and controlled. It's happened. One or
both of us will loose his powers, or worse. The first Dark adept I
fought, knows how to feed himself, and use the bathroom, but not much
else. The others are dead."
Smith said "But you are a powerful adept yourself. What you did to me
is amazing. You could beat anybody." I said "Partially true. I can
easily defeat anybody I know. It's what and who I don't know, I'm
concerned about. He might be better. He is a mature adult. He knows
what he can do, and is sure of his skills. I'm a relatively
inexperienced kid, who is still learning new things. I stopped and
crushed his attack crystal, but how I did that, I never did before, or
knew I could. I had only worked out some of the theory with Chad, a
week or so before. In emergencies, I learn new things the hard way, by
surprise. I might not have time for that, with this adept. I could have
one advantage over him. I'm a genius, so is Chad, and I am close to
finishing my doctorate in physics, and other degrees, too. I understand
the science of most of what I can do, and what the adept can do, but he
might not. What this means is, if I can analyze what he does, I can do
it better than he can, and in different ways, too."
"I need to test your ability to detect and resist mental invasion. It
won't harm you, and it doesn't invade your privacy. I'm not a telepath,
although I knew one. May I?" He said "Yes." I contacted him silently.
He didn't know. I said in mindtalk, +This is private mindtalk. Say
something like speaking to yourself.+ He said +Hello.+ I said +Not very
original, but it will do. Now see if you can push my mind voice out of
your head.+ He actually did. I said out loud, "You did it. That's
unusual for somebody who didn't detect my touch before I said anything.
I'm going to contact you again, but silently. See if you can detect it,
and push me out." I did that, and he did detect me, and pushed me out.
I said "Well done! You have a talent for this." Smith looked pleased. I
said "Mindtalk is useful, but not in the presence of a charmed object
like that crystal, or somebody with my skills who could be an enemy.
The connection can be traced. I have invaded and taken over the minds
of some of my opponents that way. We have to assume what I can do, our
enemies can do. You can protect your mind from attack, but we don't
know how strong an attack. I can't test you that way, because it could
hurt or kill you. I have a limitation you should know about, because
the other adept probably knows. I am of the Light. I can't do harm,
unless I am in immediate danger of being harmed, or somebody else is in
such danger, and then I can only do enough to stop the person, and
prevent him from doing more harm, or what I would do, would harm me,
too."
He said "You wouldn't have killed me?" I said with a grin, "The
decision was yours, remember? Fortunately, we didn't have to find out."
We discussed some more, and then broke up the meeting. Smith went to do
whatever he wanted to do. Father did that too. I sat with Chad for a
while. Then we went to have lunch in the building cafeteria. After
that, I said to Chad, "I feel like shooting something. Feel like some
practice in the pistol range?" Chad said "YES!" I thought he might. We
went to the basement range, and checked out some 38s. You might wonder
how little kids could be allowed to do that. I work there. They all
know me, and like me, and do what the Director tells them to do, and he
did. So we did. There are paper targets, with the mostly solid black
shape of a man, from where his monster would be, up to the top of his
head, on it, with little white rings where the best places are to shoot
somebody. We put on ear protectors. I shot holes where the nipples
would be, and made a smile where the lips would be, but Chad shot up
the target where the monster would be. It got noticed. During a quiet
time, I said loudly enough for people to hear, "Chad! Watch where
you're shooting. People around us are walking funny because of you."
That got us some laughs. Chad had to smile. We finished up shooting
normally, and then went back to my office to check in with Alice before
we left.
We took the bus home. We went to the bedroom and undressed, and just
sat around. I said "We should be doing something, but there is nothing
I feel like doing." Chad said "Yeah. I don't even feel like thinking
about not doing anything." I said "I could agree with you, but I would
have to think about it to do that, and I don't feel like doing it." He
nodded. I nodded back. We sat for a while. I said "Doing nothing is
awfully tiring." He said "Right." I said "Hugging could fix that." He
said "Might, but somebody would have to move." I said "Right. I could
port." He said "Maybe." I ported to just above him, and fell down on
top of him. He yelped in surprise, and played like he was fighting me
off. We wrestled around giggling and tickling each other. We rested,
lying down next to each other, looking in each other's eyes. Chad said
"I love you." I said "I love you. But since I'm straight, it's not
romantic or sexual. Is yours?" He said "You know it is."
I said "I have worried from the beginning, when you first shared my
bed at camp, that it wouldn't be good for you to love me too much.
Recently I have wondered how a bisexual can commit all of himself to a
girlfriend or a boyfriend. And if he can't, how would his loves feel
about it? How can a bi give up half of his sexuality, for just one
side?" He said "I've been thinking about that myself. I don't know if
Wanda knows that about me, but she knows I love you like a brother, and
I'm very loyal to you, and that we do sex play. She doesn't mind so
far. I think it excites her, actually. If I had to, I don't think I
could choose. You can't love me the same way I love you, but the part
of you which does, is much more than anybody else can give with their
whole being. Terrific is right. But with Wanda, I could have the full
sexual experience I can't have with you, but her mind is like a vacuum,
compared to yours." I said "You mean being with a genius has spoiled
you?" He said "Yes." I said "It has for me too. You are smarter than
any other genius I know." He said "And you are, I just don't know. Can
you tell me?" I said "I don't know. I cheated from the beginning. I
think I'm more now, and still improving. I don't know where that would
put me now, and how far it will go, or even if I'm human now, or in the
future. I'm a little frightened of ME, strange as that is." He said
"I'm not frightened of you, and never will be. FOR you, often, but we
both have to live with that.There is one thing I'm sure of. You are the
most human, in all the best ways, of any person I know." I kissed him
tenderly.
I said "We still have to figure out what to do before school starts.
I don't think we will have much to work with from the investigation for
a long while. I think the adept has pulled in his horns, and is lying
low, hoping his weapon got me, and things to stay quiet. I want to do
some experiments in the 4th at school, but what do we do until it
starts? And don't say boy play. We always to that. We need something
more to occupy our genius minds." Chad said "I thought of something we
should do, but we need the chemistry lab at school for that." I said
"What?" He said "Seeing if we can preserve the Abbot's medicine for
you. I have some ideas, but we need a strong vacuum pump." I said
"That's a good one." He said "We've never fully explored what your
pictures can do." I poked him, and said "When have I neglected to learn
all I can about something I do? The problem is, most of the interesting
stuff depends on my overdeveloped object sense, so it won't help other
people to know. For example, if I reach through a picture, I can
manipulate whatever I touch, even break it, or bring it through to
where I am, including people." He said "Wow!" We both grinned. He said
"and you don't even need a real picture, just a mental one." I said
"That's a big limitation, when you think about it." He said "What about
a photograph? Have you tried?" I said "I don't know. It's 'the map is
not the territory' problem. I overcome that by incorporating what my
emotion sensing and object sense tells me about what I draw, into the
drawing, or into my mental picture. A picture already made, doesn't
have that." He said "Experiment." I said "It should be of something or
somebody I don't know anything about."
Glena had some photo albums. I asked if we could look at them. We
could and did. One was of the inside of a hotel room. I concentrated on
making it as real as I could to me, while Chad was connected and
watching. Slowly the picture changed. It was like there was another
picture in front of it, which I could see through, but which looked
more real. I could even smell the pine scent in the room. It looked so
real, I could almost reach into it, so I did with a mental hand, and
moved an ashtray across the table. Chad said excitedly, "I saw that! It
moved! Bring it here." I said "That would be stealing. I couldn't put
it back." He said "Oh, right. Too bad. Well, if you ever forget
something someplace, you know how to get it back." I said "There is
that. I could take something from Roger's place. Father is in charge of
it, so it should be alright. I don't need a real picture, because I've
been there." Chad said "Do it!" I did. It was so easy it was almost
frightening. I opened his safe and took an extra bit of money I
overlooked before, a $100 bill. Chad was amazed. Me too. He hugged and
kissed me, and I did it back to him. The excitement of the successful
experiments made us a little wild. Soon we were nut and monster
grabbing, and in a very short time we squirted. Chad said "We needed
that. We should experiment more often." I said "Yes, but not in
public." If we hadn't been too worn out, we would have laughed.
Instead, we napped till Stuart and Dan came home for supper, our arms
around each other in love.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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