The Adventures of Stevie #165
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 #165 "After Action Support"
Dear Carlos,
I straightened up and said, "Enough of this. Crying is for babies.
Next time I do it, remind me of that." They all said, "No." I couldn't
help smiling. I said "We have more work to do. We don't know if there
are any more BlueBook people out there looking for psychics, and who
they might know about and target. It could be any of you. Your families
need to be warned. Jan, your father should be told as much as you think
he can handle, as soon as you can. He can call me for support if he
needs to. Same with your father, Rod. Chad, if yours has questions,
have them contact Dr. Knot, who you should brief first, please. Pete
and I are going to the Temple. But before all that, I need to think.
Chad, silent watching is alright."
I heard, like from far away, Chad tell them, "I'm going to silent
contact him. You don't want to miss watching him really think. If you
agree, raise your hand and I'll do the contacts for us." Then I felt
them all. What I was going to think about was more of the 4th. I wanted
to power my levitating platform that way, but have more control over
the area affected by the mass modifying influences, and include reduced
inertia. Next, I wanted to split apparent simultaneity. I was sure the
porting effect had duration. I wanted to stop it in the middle, and
have access to what is there. I thought in math. When I looked up, I
noticed 43 minutes had passed. Chad was grinning at all the dropped
open mouths. He said to me, "Look at all the moth hangers." I said
"Tongues make moist landing pads." They got it, and the hangers closed.
Chad asked me, "So, what's new?" I called my levitating platform to me
and said, "This was my first major invention. I'm going convert it to
4th power, and modify it some, so it can be used to run planes and
cars, and other transportation equipment. Oh, and I'm not in a rush for
stable medicine." Chad said "Great! Er, why?" I said "It's hard to
explain." That got a big laugh. I said "Oh. It's going to be like a
pocket universe in the 4th dimension. I'm going to use it to store
things I can access from anywhere. I can have it retard duration enough
to keep it fresh in there." Chad said "Everybody, on 3. 1, 2, 3!" They
all said "Wow!" I said "Aw, cut it out!" They laughed, and I joined
them.
I ported everybody but Pete back to school. I leaned back and rested
some more. Pete said "Stephen, that thing is still in the air, and what
is the 4th?" I explained things in the short form. Then I said, "Don't
worry, there's time. You don't want to overload. Let's dress and port
to the Temple, while the medicine is still working. I'll contact
ahead." We dressed, and I ported us to the usual meeting room. First, I
told them the emergency was over, and I didn't need extra medicine, but
I should drink another dose, so I could port home soon. When that was
taken care of, I briefed them on the whole story. Then I said, "We've
taken care of one branch of the military. There might still be problems
with other branches, and other parts of the government still interested
in capturing psychics. You don't want to fight, and I don't want you to
violate your principles, either. If they come, contact me immediately,
and I and my team will take care of it. Just like this time, we won't
hurt anybody." I said with a grin, "If you don't count scaring them to
within an inch of their lives." Pete grinned. Tomba and Shan hid
theirs, but I knew.
I said "I want you to know Pete performed very well, like he was part
of the team from the beginning. As if I needed another reason to love
him." I hugged him, and he turned a nice shade of dusky red. "There has
been some psychic development in me again. My precognition is more
useful, mostly as a warning. Also, I have a location sense now. I
noticed it when I ported out west. I always know exactly were I am, and
how I'm facing, relative to anything. I can't get lost, except maybe
inside my own head. One more thing. I've done some thinking." Pete
interrupted with, "And that is SOMETHING! We watched his mind. It was
way over our heads, and we are the some of the smartest people in the
world." I said "Hush" to him, with a poke. Tomba couldn't help
grinning. I said "I will be building some more things, and something
completely different. I'm going to make a place in the 4th to store
some things, so I can access them from wherever I am. It will have
retarded duration, so everything in it won't age, including bottles of
your terrific medicine. When I have that ready, and if you make up some
big batches then, I can put a lot in there, which I can use when I need
to, for years and years. Then I won't have to bother you for it. And if
I said "I have one more project to do, and it's for you. I have a lot
of Blonchang's memories locked away in my head. They are about his past
lives he remembered, which contain a lot of history, including his
involvement with your religion. I know you want it, so when I have
time, I will dictate as much of it as I can, to a tape recorder. It's
going to be like torture, he was such a bad man, but his memories are
too valuable to waste." Shan said, "Yes indeed, it would a valuable
chronicle. It might not be worth your pain, but if you do give it to
us, we will treasure it."
I said "Before we go, there is something I want to say, which I don't
say often enough. Most people don't. I love you. Both. With everything
I have. I just need to say it." Tomba dripped tears, and Shan said, "We
are sure of it, just as you are sure of our love for you. I do agree it
is nice to hear it sometimes. Not necessary between us, but nice,
nevertheless." We exchanged some very nice hugs, and flowing love. Then
we excused ourselves, and I ported Pete and me back to my bedroom.
Stuart almost jumped out of his skin.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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