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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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The Adventures of Stevie #175
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, after year 4 special school, in the Summer.
The Adventures of Stevie #175 "Professed"
Dear Carlos,
Pete and I got on the bus to work, and we said hi to the professor
who was in it, too. He said "Hi, Stephen and Pete. I have something to
tell you. I had a talk with a good friend recently, and I'll be
presenting some ideas to you, and him." I said, "So you know him. It
must have been interesting to discover the connection." He said "Yes.
Very." Pete grinned and said, "That's nothing, compared to what's
coming." I said "But not in public." Pete said "Yes. Too messy." There
were some laughs. Professor said to me, "Wyman said you are a professor
at his school." I said "Well, with three Doctorates, I'm not really
classified as a student anymore, but I'll never stop learning. If you
want to discuss things, you can come with us to my office where I work,
now, or schedule a time at the school, with Dr. Knot. Do you have a
government security clearance?" He said "Yes I do, and I would like to
come with you today. I had other plans, but I'll postpone them." I said
"Great! We only have 2 appointments today, so there should be time. How
do you know Dr. Knot?" He said "He was one of my professors, and we
have taught at the same university. He had retired, but now it seems,
he's working harder than ever." I said "Yes he is, and part of the new
workload is my fault, but I'm trying to relive him of some of his
routine duties. My way of teaching psychology is a little different
than his. I prefer immersion. My students, being geniuses, can take
it." He said "That should be interesting." Pete said "Oh it IS!" I
poked him. We talked some more, and got off the bus at the Bureau.
Professor looked surprised. Pete said "You didn't know where he works?"
Professor said "No, not until now." Pete grinned and said "Then you are
in for an unusual experience."
The receptionist and guards greeted me and Pete by name, and I did
the same to them, and asked for a visitor's ID for the professor. They
smiled and made him welcome. While we were in the elevator, Professor
said "They were very friendly." Pete said "That's because you're with
Stephen. They respect and like him a LOT here, and not just because he
can get them fired in a second." We went into my office, past Alice,
who I introduced. Pete told the professor what I do there, and that I'm
training him. Professor said "You can detect lies?" I said "How
straight do you want it?" He knew what I meant, and said "As much as
you are willing." I said "We do it a number of ways. We are experts in
reading body language and facial expressions. Pete and I also have a
psychic sense which shows us what people are feeling, so we can tell
when we are about to be lied to. I can see auras, which adds to that,
because they show the truth of the spirit. Yes, we can speak freely
here. We know when we are being listened to, which some people had to
test and find out the hard way. Any more questions?" He said "Of
course." We all grinned. He said "More?" I said "I'm fluent in lots of
languages, but Pete knows a lot more. He is our communications and
humanities expert." He asked me what I was an expert in. I didn't know
what to say about that, which wouldn't look like boasting. Pete rescued
me with, "He's our expert on experts. He is to us, like we geniuses are
to average people. He's an expert in whatever he wants to know about.
Some things, he's the best in the world at." I said "We can't know
that. If we aren't known, that means we should assume the possibility
others like us aren't known." He said "But you ARE the best theoretical
physicist in world." I said "Maybe, of who's published, but I haven't
published my new math yet, and I probably won't."
The professor said "Why is that?" Pete said "Because he would be
instantly world famous, which is bad for our security, which we need to
keep intact. That is, if anybody could understand it. Nobody at the
school can, and we watched him think it. We know it's real, though,
because of what he can do, and what he's invented." Professor said
"Watched him think it?" I said "You will need to know about that, and
other things." I told him about mindtalk, and demonstrated it with him.
He was impressed. More so when I told him he could do it too. I proved
that by drawing a charmed picture of Pete, and told him how to use it,
which he did. He said "This is revolutionary!" I said "No, it isn't.
It's a kind of science which has been used for thousands of years.
What's different now, is I can explain it with Western science, and
throw out all that occult mysticism nonsense. If you're wondering why I
don't publish this, it's because it takes a special talent to make the
special pictures, and it can be easily used for evil." I told him about
the doll maker and Tomba. I said "When you know the science of that,
you can do a lot more. I do, and can destroy the world with it.
Literally. I don't mean just uninhabitable for humans, like what a
nuclear war would do, but crumble the entire globe, or any other
planet, to fine dust, with no effort at all. So far, I'm the only one
who can do that. My worry is what if somebody else develops this power,
and wants to use it against us? I have fought adepts who would have, if
they could have."
Professor said "That's part of what Wyman told me. Demonstrations, on
a smaller scale of course, would make it more real to me." I had some
extra deactivated crystals in my desk. I put one in his open palm. I
picked up with an invisible 4th hand and squeezed it to dust, which
dribbled down to his still open hand. I said "I didn't use my own
energy to do that. It was from another dimension, and it's unlimited. I
could do that to the moon with as little effort, or move it where I
wanted to. Don't worry. I'm of the Light. If I misuse my abilities, I
could lose them, or worse." He said "Worse?" I said "I would become the
kind of person I wouldn't like, and my friends and family would hate. I
live for love. I give it and get it back. That's the only thing which
lets me live with this awful responsibility." I was saved from crying
by my appointment. I think he knew.
He came in, and I said "My assistant Pete will be conducting your
interview. You were told your mind and body would be subject to
examination at any time while you are in this office?" The subject said
yes. Pete started with some questions. I contacted the professor and
said +Would you like to watch Pete from inside his head?+ He said +Yes,
very much!+ I connected us to Pete, who was aware of it. We watched
while Pete examined the subject's brain, and then with a silent
connection. We discussed with mindtalk what we saw. When it was over,
we disconnected, and dismissed the subject. Pete checked off his
findings on the list in the subject's file, with a few notes. I said to
the professor, "This is what we would do to all our candidates at the
school, to begin with. This subject has almost no psychic potential. If
he had more, we would have noted it for possible followup. We only
checked for potential abilities and problems, and didn't invade his
privacy, otherwise." Professor said "I saw that. This is amazing!" Pete
grinned and said "At least you didn't say wow, like everybody else." I
grinned at that, too. I said "I've caught spies and other bad apples
this way." The rest of the afternoon went like that.
When it came time to leave, I asked the professor where he would like
to go. He said the main library, to do some research. I offered to port
him there. I had to explain. He said "That's amazing!" Pete said to me,
"He's going to wear that one out, for sure." We laughed. I knew the
library very well. I ported him into the stacks, so he wouldn't be
seen. I handed in his visitor's badge in the lobby. They knew not to
ask why he wasn't with his badge. Pete and I took the bus to my home.
He was spending the night. We didn't talk on the bus. We got home just
in time to help cook supper. Then we went to my bedroom. Dan was
spending the night at Stuart's, so we were alone. I wasn't feeling
happy. I said "I don't like bringing in new people. It's boring. I say
the same things over and over again." He said "Live for love?" I said
"Absolutely. I really don't want to be responsible for all the power I
have, and all the temptation to do wrong which comes with it. I don't
want the responsibility for the safety of the word. That's way too much
for anybody to bear. A few times I've come close to killing myself
because of that, and see what the next life has to offer. The ONLY
thing which keeps me here, is love. I'm so terribly lonely. I know I'm
hardly ever alone, but what's inside me, and my power, makes me so
different, I'm hardly human, a freak to my fellow freaks. I'm a boy on
the outside, but I haven't been a boy on the inside since I was 10.
Except when I'm in the arms of my loves. Then I can lose myself in my
boy body, and live for the moment only. I think it's the only real
pleasure I have."
Pete said "And it's my pleasure to help you with that." He didn't use
just words, but hands and mouth, too. First we did mutual nut play. I
started the link, which made it almost as intense as having them
licked. We kept that going as long as we could, almost to squirting,
and then added monster stroking to finish. We exchanged pure love,
while we rested in each other's arms. Is this really all that bad to
live for?
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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