The Adventures of Stevie #187
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 #187 "Visit to Stanton"
Dear Carlos,
I had meeting with father. Pete and Race were with me, just because
they were with me. Well, we like each other, and we didn't have to keep
secrets between us. I said "I think there has been enough time since
the General died. I think we should go there and set up an office to
examine all of them, just like the Secretary wants. The death gives us
more reason to do that now, as part of an investigation into the
surrounding circumstances, before we lose that justification." Father
grinned, and said "Between us, it's just who says what we think first."
I grinned with him, and said "Can I?" He said, "Well, alright. But not
often." I hugged him. Pete and Race applauded. We pointedly ignored
that. I said "But first, I want to visit Colonel Stanton. I think we
need to maintain that relationship. We get along, and I think he likes
me and respects our team. He was very cooperative in giving us a name."
He said , "Good idea." I said "Want to come along?" He said "No, I
don't need to watch you play with your friends. I like a promise of
action, better." I said, "Just for that, I should hug you again." He
held up his hands and backed away, "Once a week is too much!" We all
grinned. I said "I love you anyway. I'll let you know when we go." We
went upstairs to my bedroom.
Race said "What was that all about with your father?" I said "He's
had a very hard and dangerous life. He has built a protective shell
around his feelings, and gets uncomfortable with displays of affection.
We are secure in our love for each other, but sometimes I tease him
with that, in something like a game." Pete said "You should know what
he means to our school, and our team. Even though we study academic
things, and we have college degrees, Stephen the most, our school is
really for training geniuses in security things. We know weapons maybe
better than some of the people who make them. We are maybe some of the
best fighters in history. We can pick locks and crack safes. We can
dance ballet, and walk a slack wire while throwing knives accurately.
We can do everything spies and secret agents can do, and a lot more.
Now, imagine you have the most expert in all the world teaching you
those security things, starting when you are 10 years old. A genuine
secret agent war hero. The very best, and who knows a whole lot of
important people. That's who Stephen's father is, and he teaches at and
helps run our school. Wait, there's more. Our school gets students at
age 10. Stephen has been learning from his father since he was born.
Stephen thinks like the greatest spy ever, without even trying. We like
him for other things, too." Race started to say the usual, but Pete
stopped that with his kiss.
I said "Alright you lovebirds, we have work to do. Pete, connect to
Race, and then to me, while I connect to Stanton." They did, and I did,
and said, +Hello, this is Stephen. Are you available for a few words?+
He said +Give me a minute, and I'll be right with you.+ Then he said
+Ready+ I said +We have some information for you, regarding aliens, and
you wanted to discuss our mental abilities. When are you free for us to
visit? We can be there in 10 minutes after you tell us.+ He said +You
are that close?+ I said, with an injection of humor, +No. We can
discuss that too, if you want.+ He said +I'll clear my schedule. I want
to hear THIS. Come any time after 5 minutes.+ I said +In 10. Discom+
Pete and Race disconnected. I said to Race "Don't say it! I can't kiss
you fast enough to stop it, from here." He laughed, and came over to me
and planted a big one on my lips. I didn't complain. I said "Get
dressed. Regular clothes. We don't need to be formal. He's already been
impressed by us." I took a bottle of medicine from storage, and drank
it, and then contacted father to tell him about the trip. Then I got
dressed. I checked if the empty office I used before was empty, and it
still was. I ported us there, and we walked to Stanton's office. His
secretary was expecting us, and told us to go in. There were just
enough chairs. Before we sat, I said, "Colonel Stanton, meet 2 more
members of our team, Pete, and our newest member, Race." They exchanged
social things. I said "Those of us you met before, are doing other
things, but they are on call for emergencies." He looked interested,
and said, "What is your response time?" I said "That depends on the
nature of the emergency, and which of us are involved, and if we have
to assist a support member, such as the man who was with us the last
time. Fastest to the scene anywhere in the world, would be about a
second."
He said "Wow!" Race said "We hear that a lot." I grinned and turned
to him and said, "And how many times did you almost, or actually say
that today?" He looked a little embarrassed. Stanton said
"Teleportation?" I said "That would be VERY classified. But you should
already have guessed it, from our last visit. You are far from stupid."
It was his turn to look a little embarrassed. I said "Cards on the
table. We have some unusual psychic abilities. Some more than others,
and some different abilities, and they are likely to improve with
practice. Some of us are geniuses, with doctorates at 14. I have 3 of
them. We draw from the children of employes of the Federal Government.
We have 2 major missions. We stop the people who abuse their psychic
abilities, and we defend the earth and it's people, from people who are
not of earth. AND WE HAVE DONE BOTH OF THOSE THINGS, successfully. We
are the most capable humans on earth, for those missions, therefore we
do it. We do other things as well. We assist federal law enforcement
and intelligence agencies in maintaining their security, by determining
the reliability of their personnel. We locate missing agents, too. We
have been asked to examine all the people who are subordinate to the
contact you gave me, by the Secretary of the Air force. This also means
we have permission to investigate the minds and bodies of anybody in
the military. Now, any questions?" He said "Have you done that to me?"
I said "Yes. You are clean of any influences, and are not a traitor. We
don't look at thoughts, so there is no real invasion of privacy."
I said "Before we go any further, I need to test your resistance to
mental invasion. There is no harm in this. If you can detect my
presence in your mind, try with all your strength to push me out of
your mind. Ready?" I made a silent contact with him, and he did notice
it, and pushed me out at normal strength. I said "Success. You did it.
But don't get a swelled head. One of my friends, a police detective,
was better than you at that, and still didn't notice he had been
dangerously invaded, and if he had noticed, couldn't have done anything
about it. I'm going to contact you again. Push at me, and I will be
pushing back." I did, and he pushed, and I pushed stronger. Then I cut
the contact. I said "I'm about a thousand times stronger than you, and
could have easily taken you over. I've done that to adepts of the Dark
path who were abusing their powers. You should see now why I'm not
going to teach mindtalk to the military. In fact, not to anybody who
will be tempted to misuse it. It's the same technology which is used to
make Voodoo dolls which actually work." He said "Is that how General
Rasmussen died?" I said "We had heard he had died, which caused us to
postpone our visit. Do you have any more information?" He said
"Cerebral hemorrhage, but there were indications of things they didn't
understand." I said "I shouldn't, but I'll tell you this anyway. The
alien who killed him has been dealt with. Permanently. They have little
psychic power, but have machines which have more. One of them can take
the mind of an alien and put it into another body. It's what they do
when they wear out their previous body, which they grow in tanks. It's
their version of immortality. One of them tried to do that with the
General. It's different when there is already a mind in the body. They
both died. They are very unlikely to try that again. They will think it
was a compatibility problem. There might be, but they don't know it was
I who killed the alien."
He said "Which ones are they?" I said "My size, but thinner, and pale
fish-belly white, with big dark eyes, and little or no useful sexual
features. I did receive more information from my contact with the
alien, but it's still being analyzed by our expert on that, Pete. I
gave him a copy of my memories of it." I said to Race, "Do you think
he's going to say it?" Stanton laughed at that. We grinned. Stanton
said "I've seen autopsy movies on them." I said "That would be
necropsy. Autopsy means on our own. Yes, I'm full of useless trivia."
way Stanton looked at us. I said "We work hard, with things which can
result in a real fate worse than death. Because of that, we need to
play hard, too. We don't do this for pay, or praise. We do it for love,
for each other, for our families, our friends, our country, and our
humanity." He said "I'm glad you do." I said "We like you, and feel
comfortable with you. I hope you don't mind." He said "Not at all. I'm
flattered."
I said "I have to stress that nobody with real psychic abilities
should go near those craft. That means we can't teach anybody on this
base to use any psychic abilities they might have. There is something
else. Mindtalk can be traced by an adept. I've done it. So far as I
know, I'm the only one who can do it without being traced. That might
change at any time. One more thing. If any people here bring any
crystal rocks or carved crystals onto the base, please let me know.
They can be used as spy and murder devices. I have a whole collection
of those I've deactivated, from an adept who tried to take over the
government." I told him where I worked, and that the Director knew
about us, and that he could call me there if he needed me. I said "Any
more questions?" He said "Many, but not ones you should be telling me
the answers too." I said "I respect that, and you for saying it. So,
before we leave, I'll tell you something more. The earth is ours, not
theirs. We are going to keep it that way. We can do some things they
can't, and don't know about. That's one of our advantages.
Individually, we are much more capable than they are. Sooner than they
think, we will be technologically superior. We have some of the best
minds in the world working on that, in secret. Your post isn't a
glamorous one, but necessary, more than most assignments. Because of
dedicated people such as yourself, we will prevail." We all stood, and
he saluted us. I had coached them how to respond to that. We held our
hands at our sides, and bowed, with our heads up. Then I ported us
home.
We undressed and flopped onto my bed. Race said "Best minds in the
world? It's just you." Pete and I poked him. I said "What's Pete,
breakfast cereal? He is going to understand more from those alien
memories than I ever could, and write about them better, too. Chad is a
terrific chemist. Much better than I will ever be. Rod is a materials
scientist. We need him, and Chad, on the parts research. Jan is an
expert in finance and politics, We need her to fund the worldwide
organization I'm going to build. The other school students are just as
expert in their own specialities. YOU are going to be our diplomatic
expert. We are a TEAM. I might be the leader in some ways, like when
the action starts, but we need ALL of us doing our best, to make this
work." He said "Wow!" Pete and I fell on him and tickled him to
submission. You know what happened after that. Yes, we did things to
make us squirt, just like healthy boys should, and often. And we are
VERY healthy.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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