The Adventures of Stevie #196
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 #196 "Parts is Parts"
Dear Carlos,
Jan said to the Colonel, "I don't get the connection. Why did you
think WE were aliens and responsible for the General's death?" He said
"I had heard your group had visited the base where the space ships are,
and removed the General in charge there." Jan said "I see. There were
orders from the Secretary for his replacement, cut and sent before we
even went out there. We expected him to not cooperate with us. In fact,
he had a breakdown, and wasn't fit to command a soda fountain." I said
"I think we should get to work now. Father, would you go to the
secretary, and be there when I let her wake up? I think having a kid in
front of her, explaining what happened, might not be as effective.
Then, would you tell the Secretary and the Base Commander, and the JA,
that we want the Colonel to stay in his position, and that what almost
happened was just a misunderstanding?" He said "Right, but we can
reverse that at any time." I said "Right." He went. Then I woke up the
secretary.
Chad said "When do we get to see the parts?" I said "Hold on there,
Chad. Second things second. We need to set up an office for our
personnel examinations, and other things. How about it, Colonel? It
will need a waiting room, just off of it, and a noncom to manage it,
and 2 MPs to handle reluctant examinees." The Colonel made some calls,
and told us it would take about an hour. I explained to him how we
would examine his people. I said "If we find anybody who needs action
on, we won't do it ourselves unless it's an emergency. We will just
report it. It's your decision what you do about it. For instance, you
might want to keep a spy here to feed him false information. That's not
our job. We find them, you play with them, or whatever. If we find an
adept out to do bad things, we fry him on the spot. Or something like
that. We don't play around with them. Hospitals are no fun."
The Colonel said "Would you like to see some of our laboratories,
where we examine the parts?" I said "Absolutely, but only if you are
with us. Otherwise you would be constantly bothered with problems. You
know what I mean." He agreed. I said "Team, we have to keep security.
That means we just observe. We don't show our superior intelligence and
abilities. We will be kids of powerful government officials, which we
actually are, sightseeing, but reporting back to our parents. If we
encounter anything which needs shielding from us, we can put on these
insulated hats." I pulled some from school, and passed them around. The
Colonel went wide eyed. I winked at him and said, "Yes, we could have
just taken what we wanted to look at, but that would have made trouble
for the people responsible for the parts. That would be unfair to
them." He looked at us with more respect. Father, who was back with is,
approved. I said to the Colonel, "Before we go, we need to do something
with you. Race, you do it this time. The usual detecting and push."
Race reported "He couldn't detect or push me out." I said "I'll give it
a try. Connect to me and watch." He did, and I connected to the Colonel
and said, +Say something interesting, to firm up the connection.+ He
said +Something.+ I said +That definitely qualified. Now I want you to
try to push my mindvoice out of you mind, when I say so. Imagine your
life is on the line, which could actually happen. More, imagine your
partner's life is in danger, and your relationship is going to be
exposed. Yes we know, but we don't care. Ready? Do it!+ He pushed me
out easily, even though I was pushing back harder than beginners could
usually handle. I said to him, "You did it. Better than most beginners.
Now I'm going to sneak in. See if you can feel it, and push me out." I
did, and he did right away.
I said to the team, "He did it. There is some leadership training in
this. For maximum effort from your people, some motivation is
necessary. You remember, Race, how you broke through in your abilities?
I motivated you to push yourself beyond what you thought were your
limits. I think you are happy with what you accomplished then. You saw
me do that with the Colonel, with success. All of us do our best when
we are pushed to it. If we can't do it ourselves, we need others to
help us. Our responsibility to the people we train, is to help them the
best way we can, to be the best they can be, even if it means some pain
and anguish for them at the time. Responsibility takes precedence over
being nice, when lives are at stake. Do you agree Colonel?" He said
"Yes. That's what military training is based on." Father said "Yes.
Well done."
While we were on our way to the labs, I said, "If we need to discuss
what we see, we can do it with mindtalk." That's what we did. But not
much. It was disappointing. They didn't have a lot, and most of it was
just small structural parts, and some had strange symbols on them. They
were going to give the Colonel extra pictures of the objects to give to
us, and we noted which pieces we wanted to examine, which would be sent
to our office there, for porting back to the school. One thing they did
have I really wanted, were the pieces with crystals in them. Some of
them reacted with my stone.
There was an issue with IDs. We needed military identification cards,
because we didn't have uniforms on. Pete and I had Dependent IDs,
because his father was in the military, and my father was retired from
it. We could use the base facilities. The other team members couldn't.
They weren't needed to do the interviews, so they ported home with
father, after the tour. Because my father was an officer, and Pete's
father was enlisted, I could get into the Officers Club to eat, and
could have Pete as my guest. We didn't need to live on the base,
although we could have, because we could port home whenever we wanted
to, which meant I had to use my medicine. We started the interviews
that afternoon, which we did just like at the Bureau. We uncovered 2
spies in the Colonel's building. One was in the first batch, and an
officer. The second was 3 days later, and was a sergeant. I gave the
reports to the Colonel, who was as sad as I was at the discovery. Pete
and I worked the whole day there for the first week, then Pete spent
some of the afternoons at the Bureau the 2 remaining weeks until school
started, while we were examining the people in the rest of the base, in
a different office. It was boring work.
After supper, sometimes Pete would spend the night with me at home.
Sometimes Chad did, and Race. I never slept alone, and we squirted as
much as we could together, which was a lot, and normal for us. It's a
great way to overcome boredom. Actually, it's just great.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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