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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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The Adventures of Stevie #169
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 near the
end if the school year.
The Adventures of Stevie #169 "Really Using the 4th"
Dear Carlos,
I told Shan and Tomba everything I told Dr. Knot about what I think
should be done about increasing the number of Adepts, and my team. They
would do some thinking and let me know what they come up with. Then I
set up a central Port-All room at the school. We have lots of unused
rooms there, so I could use whatever I wanted to. It took a few days,
and some medicine, and I set up linked Port-Alls to my foster home, my
apartment in the Temple, to father's office, and to my office at work,
all porting to and from the room at school. I gave key packs to all the
people I thought should have them. I couldn't have done all that
porting if I hadn't had the medicine I stored in the 4th.
Making the pocket 3D universe in the 4th for me to use, was easier
than I expected. I bought a large steel storage shed, about 10 feet by
10 feet. I sealed the inside with thick flexible plastic sheeting. I
used heat to make the seals air tight. I had to do the final seal from
the inside, so I held my breath after I ported in, so I wouldn't use
any of the oxygen in it, just in case I might need it later. Then I
picked it up with 4th hands and shoved it into my mental math picture
of the forth, at the same time I puled the 4th hands into where they
came from, and froze everything in the middle of the process, so there
would be almost no duration. The building vanished. Just being there, a
3D object stuck in the 4th, caused the inside of it to have 3D
properties. I used my mental picture of it's insides to port a clock
into it, and I watched the second hand not move enough for me to
detect. Then I knew I had a 1000 cubic foot place to store things in,
which only I could find and use, where things wouldn't spoil. I bought
2 hundred small baby formula bottles, with storage screw caps. When
Tomba had a batch of medicine done, I ported to the Temple from school,
and we filled the bottles, and I put them in 4th storage. We did about
20 bottles at a time, when he had to time to make some. I still use the
bus to go home, and to go to my office. I didn't know what the physical
effects on my body would be with a constant diet of Shan's medicine, so
I only use it for very long distance porting, or where time is very
important.
I converted my levitating platform to use power from the 4th, and
converted it to matched key crystals. I ordered some special glass
rings and spokes like the originals I made, and some gem crystals to
put in them, enough to make a hundred platforms. I wanted them as
platforms, so they could be attached to any kind of vehicle. Then I
stuck removable things to my platform, which could make it more useable
for prototyping. One assembly was a collapsible and foldable platform
extender, with a bullet proof wind screen on one end, with handgrips
and footrests, so somebody could lay down on it and fly it like an
aerial torpedo. Then I had to make something for fun. I couldn't resist
it. I hope you guessed what it is. No? A flying broomstick. It really
works, but it's tough to sit on, and you can't go very fast or you get
knocked off by the wind. That gave me the idea to make a flying
bicycle, like I saw in the Wizard of Oz. It works for rolling on the
wheels too, but you don't have to pedal. I'm still waiting for the
parts I ordered to be made, but I'm not doing nothing. I'm conducting
practice sessions with my team in psychic stuff, dictating Blonchang's
memories and my school papers.
It's difficult trying to translate Blonchang's memories, because he
didn't think in languages I knew much about when I started trying to
make sense of them. It's like decrypting something, to learn a new
language without a conversion dictionary, but he thought in pictures a
lot, and that helped to make connections with the words around them,
and then more words with those words, comparing with other words and
pictures. Sooner or later, if you work at it hard and long enough, you
do learn the language. That caused a problem at home, where I did some
dictation. Dan heard, and saw and felt my bad reactions to those
memories. Sometimes he would stop me in the middle of dictating, and
take me in his arms to his bed and rock me in my crying. I didn't dare
to do the dictating after supper. Those kinds of dreams make nightmares
look tame. I didn't want to spoil Dan's fun with me, for his sake.
Well, mine too. Who doesn't love squirting? Doing all that boy play
before bed cures a lot of bad things. There is a little problem with
that. He loves to play with my nuts in the link, going to sleep. I have
to stay awake to turn it off after he goes to sleep, because sleeping
when linked makes some very strange problems, which I'm sure you can
imagine.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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