The Adventures of Stevie #158
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 14 in this story, in year 4 of his special school, after the
school Spring break.
The Adventures of Stevie #158 "Energetic Me"
Dear Carlos,
I decided to spend some school days inventing and making things.
First I made more Port-All post sets, and then more paired crystal sets
and switchable key crystals. I added the switch, so the Port-Alls
wouldn't activate by accident when the holder of the key was close to
it, but didn't want to port then. I had been thinking of getting power
from the 4th, ever since I learned about it in the camp director's
office. I had put power from the 4th technology into the Port-All power
and control crystal sets. I wanted to make some bigger ones to replace
things like car batteries, and to power homes. To run electric cars,
too. The only problem I had wasn't the technology, which I had already
invented, but safety. I had to make them with limits which couldn't be
tampered with, without making them not work at all. Then there were the
external connections. They had to be strong enough to take all the
punishment normal use by average people would give them, but still be
strong enough, and conductive enough to work well, and last a long
time. I made them in regular battery sizes, from AAA to 12 volt car
batteries. All direct current. 4th doesn't do AC. People who need that
will have to convert. Then I made 110, 120, 240, and 480 volt DC power
modules, in 100, 200 and 400 amp sizes. All the power supplies,
including the smallest, had something like automatic resetting, with a
time delay, circuit breakers, built in as part of the crystal control
system, for safety.
The interesting thing about the power modules was the size. The
active parts for all of them were about half the size of what could fit
in a AAA battery. The rest of what made up the size of the final
outside dimensions was the size of the wires that led to the external
connections, and support for those connections. And room enough for the
label. I wasn't going to patent them, so I included a kind of
self-destruct feature in them, which would make them very hard to
figure out, even for somebody who knew the theory, if somebody tampered
with the insides. I told father about what I did, and he is going to
have the cases and contacts manufactured, in short runs of a thousand
at a time. I will have to make the internal 4th parts myself. The
actual making of them isn't hard to do, because I can use 4th
manipulation instead of power tools and gem cutting and polishing
lapidary equipment. The only difficulty is precision. That takes very
boring time, and patience.
Then I had a big decision to make. What do I do with them. First was,
who do I tell? Second was, what restrictions should there be on who
THEY tell? So, I had a meeting with father and my team, in my private
conference room. It was a mess. We couldn't decide on anything. Finally
I said, "Well, this looks like a mistake. I probably shouldn't have
made any of this. If the public finds out, we could be in really big
trouble. The real problem is I can't make enough of them to supply
demand, and if people knew, the demand would be so great, they couldn't
accept that, and everybody involved in it would be in mortal danger. In
the meantime, the world's economy would be devastated. People would die
by the millions. But then, people would die from what they die now of,
which some of that is caused by not enough power. It's a tough
decision. I have to play God, and decide who dies, and who doesn't. So,
I ask that we keep all this to ourselves, until we can figure out what
to do that hurts people the least."
Rod said "Maybe you could make some big ones to use in the big power
stations, and charge them millions for them." I said "I thought of
that. The problem is, can any of you imagine any of the big
corporations letting ME have total control over making and using them?
Look what they did to Farnsworth and television. We know that wouldn't
work with me, but they wouldn't believe it, and would make it
impossible for me to make them. If the government didn't make it and me
a national secret. I can't see a solution except destroying it all, or
limiting it to a secret organization we would set up for that." Jan
said "Isn't there a danger that somebody else will invent these things,
and leave you without any profits?" I contacted Chad and said, +I can't
tell them my big secret.+ Chad said +I know. Let me handle it.+ Chad
said to Jan, "On record, I have the highest IQ in the school, and maybe
in the entire educated world. I was connected to Stephen's mind when he
was inventing the theory for these things, and a whole new mathematics
to describe it. It took him half an hour, and I couldn't understand a
thing, and I was watching it all very closely." He looked hard at Rod
and Jan, and said, "You know. Trust me, it isn't going to be invented
again, except when somebody as smart as Stephen, who is also as strong
and talented a psychic as he is, and he is the best in the world right
now, who also has the educational opportunities he has, and the support
team he has. What are the odds of all that happening in the next 2
hundred years?" Jan said, "Beyond astronomical. No worries, then.
Thanks." Father looked a little confused, but he guessed right that
nobody was going to help him what that. The meeting was over, and he
left.
I cried. Chad hugged me. I cried for all the people I could have
helped, with almost free unlimited power I couldn't give them. I was
really miserable. They knew why, and felt really bad for me. I said "I
don't belong in this world. Really I don't. I almost destroyed it with
my inventions. I can do a lot more. I'm afraid of ME. This power is too
much for any human being." I cried really hard. I felt Tomba port in.
Chad did it again. I said to them all, "The only thing which keeps me
from killing myself is love. I couldn't bear being responsible for your
heartache if I left all you who love me, that way." Then Tomba did
something TOTALLY unexpected. He punched me in the chest. Hard. I
didn't think to stop him. Then he said something just as surprising,
"You are forgetting something. Debbie. You haven't fucked her yet. You
can't leave without THAT!" Chad caught on immediately and said, "Right.
Absolutely. There are a lot of other great things you would miss.
Stupid to leave without them." That all woke me up. I said, with great
brilliance, "Ouch."
I wiped my face and rubbed my chest, and said to Tomba, "You
remembered about my mother. Thanks for not slapping me. Next time you
punch me in the chest, could you pick a spot without a button?" He said
very seriously, "I'll take it under consideration." Then he rubbed his
fist like it hurt. I said "Give it here." He did, and I made it better.
I could, because I was responsible for the injury. I said "I'm sorry I
was being such a baby." Rod got an angry look and yelled at me, "You
were NOT being a baby. You were being a good and decent MAN, who cares
so much it hurts." I said "Oh, that again." Rod grinned and said,
"Embarrassed? Good. I don't mind doing that, at all. Try this again and
see. I'll yell it from the rooftops what a real man you are. The who
world will know." I said "Rod. ROD! Alright. I get it." I said to
Tomba, after a pointy glance at Chad, "I'm sorry you had to be called
out here." He said "That's what brothers are for." Then he sat next to
me and kissed me hard on the lips and grabbed my monster. I relaxed
into him, and let good feelings, including love, fill me, and overflow
into the room.
I heard, like from far away, Chad say, "It's my turn!" Then I felt
another mouth and hand take over. Then another, and another, and
another. Soon we were all naked, and being totally with each other. I
didn't do it consciously, but somehow I linked everybody's feelings
together. Not just emotions, but sensory feelings too. The boys could
feel what it was like to have Jan's breasts fondled, and she could feel
what the boys felt when their monsters and nuts were grabbed, and we
could feel what each other's orgasms were like. I can't describe it. We
just lived it, and it was miraculously awesome. Feelings you have to
experience to believe, and maybe not even then. When it was over, we
didn't have the energy to laugh at all the wows which were said.
I said "Alright, you've convinced me. Who would want to leave all
this? Whatever this is. Tomba, will you inventory me? I think I've
opened up some new abilities." I heard Chad whisper so he knew only I
could hear, "I'll bet!" I smiled at him. Tomba did that, and said, "You
should have the Abbot do that for you. It's beyond my ability to make
sense of all that." I said "Alright. When I have time." We cleaned up
and got dressed. Jan said "Stephen, can we PLEASE do this again, with
Dean?" I hugged her and said, "I understand. But I don't know how I did
that, and I don't know if I can do it again. We'll see after I see the
Abbot. At least it won't be TOO bad when we try, and it doesn't work."
Jan said like it was a very thoughtful thing, "I suppose so." We
laughed.
When we opened the door to leave the room, the guard outside, who
looked strangely hot and uncomfortable, said to us, "Dr. Knot wants to
see all of you in his office right away!" We went. Dr. Knot said "I
know what you all did just now. The problem is, so does EVERYONE ELSE
in the building! Most of the boys are in the bathroom, cleaning
themselves up. Spontaneous ejaculations are a little messy, not to
mention embarrassing. What have you to say for yourselves?" Chad with
total innocence, "It was a lot of fun?" Dr. Knot couldn't hide his
smile and said, "We already know that." Tomba said "We had a serious
emotional issue to resolve, which I was called in to help with, and
this was part of the therapy, which worked very well. What we didn't
expect, was your resident Adept demonstrating a new ability he didn't
know he had." Dr. Knot said "I can easily believe that last part." He
said to me, "You had better learn to control that, or we won't get much
work done here." I said "Right. Embarrassing!" Rod said "Will make you
VERY popular." I said "Rod, don't rub it in." He said "Already did
that." Dr. Knot said through his chuckles, "Out! Let me get some real
work done."
There were a lot of students and staff in the hallway, looking hot
and bothered, talking to each other. Some with embarrassment, and some
with pleased excitement. Fortunately, it looked like they didn't know
who or what had caused what they all had felt. Except Pete, who was
looking at me with questioning eyes. I winked at him. He grinned and
nodded. I signaled secret. He signaled back agreement. I will talk to
him later about it. In my private room. With Chad. It might be
interesting.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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