The Adventures of Stevie #185
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 #185 "Running Into Trouble"
Dear Carlos,
Pete, Race, and I, were jogging, when Bart asked to talk with me. He
wanted to run with us for exercise. I said "You can't." He looked upset
a that, so I said, "You can't physically. For our own exercise, we need
to run further and faster than you can, right now. You have to work up
to our level first, before you can actually run with us. Why don't you
ask Paul (the boy who's father chased him with a gun) to help you run
better. I think he would be flattered you asked him." I could see he
didn't like that. "Real men ask for help when they need it. I do, a
lot." He felt better about it then, and thanked me, and left looking
thoughtful. We went back to jogging. After that, we took a dip in the
pool. Mary was there, and waved at me. I waved back. All the women knew
what was going on. Race said "If I had the courage, I would follow your
example." I said "You shouldn't. I wish I hadn't. It feels great
physically, but doesn't feel so good emotionally. I thought before,
people should only do sex with people they love, but that wasn't real
enough to keep me from trying it. I know now I was right. I'm going to
break it off when I figure out how to do it without hurting her, and
bringing too much notice to me from what she might tell others about
it." Race said "Oh." Pete nodded.
I said to Race, "Pete and I have to be going to do some work. We'll
see you later. Let the girls get a good look at you, and who knows,
love might happen." He grinned and said, "Have fun." We went to see
father in his office. He was available, and we discussed the job and
plans. I said "I would like to take Pete, and Jan, if she's available.
A group gives us more presence, and diversity adds to that, which
includes covering all the sex appeal angles. I would like to take Race,
too. It would be a good learning experience for him. He's as good at
psychic things as Jan is, but he's not nearly as good a fighter, and he
doesn't have the training the rest of us have, and we don't have
influence over his family to let it happen, so he can't come with us. I
just wanted to let you know how I feel about it." Father said "He can
come." That was a big surprise! I said "Give!" That meant I wanted him
to tell us what that was about. He said "You have been thinking about
and trying to enroll more people in your adept training program. We
know just your schoolmates won't be enough. I had a long talk with
Race's parents, after I talked with some people in the State
Department. I convinced them it was a good idea they had somebody from
their Department on your team, which has somebody from the military,
Pete, somebody from Justice, you, somebody from Congress, Jan, and so
on. They got the message, and practically ordered Race's father to let
him join you." I said "Wow!" We laughed. Pete said "State knows about
the school?" Father said "They knew. Most of the top people in the
government know." I said "Then we have to take time to brief Race. I
suppose we should get on that now." Father smiled and said, "I
suppose."
Right there in father's office, I contacted Race and asked him to
come. He did, with a towel around him. I asked him if his father had
told him about being on our team. He said yes, but didn't know exactly
what that meant. I said "That means we don't have to keep secrets from
you. That means you can go on our jobs with us, if you fit in with the
plans. That means you train harder than you think is possible, in
things which people think are impossible. That means much more, which
we can tell you about now. That is, if this is something you want." He
was too excited to make a sound. We all grinned at him. He jumped
around trying to hug all of us, even father, who actually let him.
After we got him calmed down enough to sit in a chair, even though he
was still vibrating with excitement, Pete said "I think he could have
meant yes by that." I said "Maybe. I think we might have to wait a
while before he can confirm that."
I said "While we're waiting, I think I'll do a little checking at the
target's location." I used my mental picture of the Colonel at Wright
Field, to silently connect to him. I examined his mind and brain. Then
I used him as a control point, and wandered my 4th viewpoint all over
the building he was in. Soon I was in the General's office. He was
sitting absolutely still, hardly breathing. He got a call, and came to
life to answer it. When he hung up he went still as a statue again.
Something was wrong! I alerted my team for possible action, and for
Pete to connect to me. Somebody knocked on the General's door, and he
came to life again and said, "Enter." It was his secretary, who handed
him some papers. When she left, he his face lost all expression, and
he scanned them like a speed reader would, then he froze again. I
looked for psychic line traces all around him, and didn't find any.
Then I very delicately touched his head with a psychic finger from my
4th presence. He didn't notice. Then I probed deeper, into his brain. I
exploded into action, and part of that was to port us all to the
insulated room at the school.
We all fell down to the floor, on our butts. That's what happens when
you port while sitting in a chair. I cried. Pete took my shoulders and
said, "Stephen! What happened?" I said "I killed him!" There was
shocked silence. I stopped crying and said to Race, "This is deadly
serious business. Now is a good chance to back out." He looked resolute
and said, "I'm staying." I said "There are some things you need to
know, before you can accept what I have to tell the others. So, don't
think I'm crazy, because it's all true. Our team's primary jobs are to
protect people from the abuse of psychic powers, and to protect the
earth and humanity from things which are not of this earth. They exist
and have been visiting us for thousands of years, mostly peacefully.
There are different kinds of them. I just killed one."
I told the group what I saw about the General. I said "I've learned
the hard way to be careful. I thought that's what I was doing. Ohboy
was I wrong! He wasn't acting human. Because he wasn't human. The
intelligence I contacted in his brain had destroyed his mind, or
spirit, or soul, and taken over his body. For somebody like me, that's
not hard to do. I wouldn't, of course, but that alien did. It wasn't
human, and detected me right away, and was getting set to send a
psychic signal to some other alien that he had been discovered, and
most important, how and by whom. I couldn't allow that, so I blasted
him with so much psychic energy, it literally fried the General's
brain, and the mind which wasn't his, along with it. Just in case some
other alien noticed that and tried to trace me, I ported us to this
insulated room. All this happened by reflex which I had set up in case
something like this happened. I think we didn't need to port here,
because aliens who could have traced me through the dimension I was
working through, would not have needed to take over the General. Unless
they do it for fun, which I doubt. No, it was there to watch what we,
the US, did with parts from the alien spacecraft we had there. Now you
all know. We were going there to take some parts to experiment with.
Now we can't, so close to the General's death. It would look too
suspicions. That's not our real problem. It's what do we tell others
about this, and who? I have no evidence for what I found."
Pete held up his hand and said, "Wait! This is important. You got
more information from the alien than you realize. I was with you, so I
know. We need to secure that. I can compartmentalize, just like you
can, just not as much. I have an empty one. Do a hard contact with me,
and PUSH what happened, at me. This is something like what happened
between you and that adept. This time YOU do it. I know you can." I
said "Yes, we should try." He said "Okay, folks. It could knock me out
for a while. Don't worry. This is my area, communication." I said
"Ready?" He nodded. I grabbed that time chunk and shoved it into his
brain and mind. I felt him direct it where he wanted it. Then he passed
out. I said "He's alright. He's just arranging his mind and studying
what I gave him. I learned a lot from that. I can see what happened
more clearly now, and more about the alien. We don't have to worry too
much they will do that often. It was like a combination exile and death
sentence to the alien. More like a punishment than an important job.
There is a good chance his people will think what happened was just an
incompatibility with the human host which was the problem, and not an
attack from an adept they don't know exists."
Pete woke up and said, "I heard that. You're right. There is much
more. I'll dictate it later. This is what you should know now. These
particular aliens don't have much psychic power themselves. Except for
an instinctive 'call home and report' function when their lives are in
danger or dying, they don't have anything more than an ability to
operate their machines by thought. Some of those machines do some
psychic things, but they are mostly automatic. They used one to stuff
the alien into the General. Despite their advanced technology, their
basic intelligence is like normal humans'. I think they don't have
anybody like you, Stephen. Not nearly, which is a big relief." I said
"Thanks for the information, but I have to assume they do, just for
safety's sake. Do you have any idea what they want from us?" He said
"Nothing. Not in what you got from it. I think it didn't know. I'm
calling it an 'it', because it didn't have any gender or sexual
thoughts." Race said something for the first time, "Great. We have a
lot more to fight for than they do. They don't know what they're
missing." I said "I'll say!" Pete said "Me too!" We grinned and hugged.
I said "When you get that dictated, and our reports, too, we give them
to our team supporters, Dr. Knot, the Director at the Bureau, and
Tomba. Then the other team members as needed. Then we have to figure
out who else should know. Let me check at home." I did, and there was
no trace of an enemy. I said "All clear. Get ready to port back." We
all stood, and I ported us back to father's office. I said to father,
"Let us know if anything important happens. We need to go upstairs and
unwind." He said "Right. Till then." I ported us to my bedroom. Dan
wasn't there.
We undressed, and flopped onto the bed. I said to Race, "You should
have a girlfriend. Then you wouldn't be tempted by those sex-starved
old ladies." He said "How can you say that at a time like this?" I
nodded at Pete, who said to him, "Because he should. I know this from
the job I was on with him before. You can't be all tensed up and
worried between action times, or you get tired and go crazy. Not
necessarily in that order. Thinking about sex is the second best thing
to help with this." Race said with interest, "What is the first best
thing?" Pete reached for Race's monster, and said, "Doing it." We did,
and with the nut play in the link, as long as we could. Dan came into
the room while were in the middle of it, and joined us. His sexual
excitement was quite a boost, and we squirted very soon after. Race
said, very comfortably between us, "Being on the team has it's
benefits." Pete said "I'll say!"
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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