The Adventures of Stevie #198
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 the Fall of year 5 of special school.
The Adventures of Stevie #198 "New Inventions"
Dear Carlos,
I have a little problem with my inventions involving crystals. I
can't teach the other team members how I do a lot of it. They don't
have the fine object sense awareness of crystal structures like I do,
and so can't tune them like I can. For example, Pete, who is the best
of them at it, can't put as many complicated restrictions as I can into
the teaching crystals, and that's the easiest thing I do with them.
Nobody but me can make the Port-All controllers. Or the levitating
platforms to put in cars and planes. or the ninja belts, which are the
hardest to make. I don't think I told you about the last one there, so
I will now. I wanted devices which could do the same things I could do
with my mind. More things, too. That wasn't just so people who didn't
have the psychic ability to do those things, but also to free up the
adept from doing those things at the same time he wanted to do
something else.
I discovered that when I was flying after that car in France. Doing
too many things at the same time can get you into trouble. Personal
levitation is the hardest thing to learn, because it requires mastery
of the chakras and energy transformation, and knowledge of advanced
physics. So far, only Shan can do it, besides me. I wanted to make
something that would let us fly all by itself. I did. I made a hollow
belt buckle with levitation crystals in it and around the belt. This
time it isn't like the platform which only moves itself. The belt sets
up a special condition in the space around the person so that the whole
inclosed space moves in any direction, which includes the person, who
directs it by thought, after it's switched on, powered by the 4th. Then
I thought, why waste that effect? I could add more crystals,
specialized for different functions. I did. I put in an electromagnetic
radiation absorption effect in it, which could be set to absorb all
radiation reflected off of or radiated by the the wearer of the belt,
such as light and heat. That makes him invisible, even to infrared
detection and radar. I would have liked to include a shield against the
wind, but I couldn't figure out how to make that work with crystals. I
had father test the belt. He found out it takes a lot of practice to
use it, because it is controlled by thought, and you have to control
your mind very well, or you do some very strange things by accident. I
could have made some mechanical controls, but they would have been very
cumbersome, because there would be so many things to control and
adjust, and to make them sturdy enough to keep from breaking, would
make them too big to cary around and to use.
I have to admit I did get some of the ideas for the ninja belt from
studying the alien parts which had crystals in them. The same for the
heat gun I invented. I made it so it would do what my synchronized
light beams do. The ones I shoot from my palms. Instead of chakras to
produce, transform, and manage the energy, I used crystals, powered
from the 4th. It was much improved in power, so it didn't have to be
charged and pulsed, but could be on continuously. The negative part of
that was it was less versatile, and only worked at one of 2
frequencies, infrared and red light. Infrared for heat, with the lens
system set at wide, and red for cutting, with the lens set at narrow,
and both had focusing adjustments. There were power adjustments too,
and a variable locking trigger. I made it for helping with mining. It
could melt metal, or cut through rock and solid metal. Father was very
impressed by it, but not so happy that we couldn't mass produce it for
the army. I have to make each one mostly by hand. Father was VERY happy
when I made 2 special ones for him. One was a very small gun shape and
looked like a gun. It was tuned to work just for him and me. The other
one was a ring he could wear on his finger. The bean shoots through the
specially modified ruby stone on top. That one pulses, but so fast you
don't notice it. Both are operated and controlled by thought. He was so
happy to have them, he almost hugged me, which I thought was funny. So
did he, a little. I made extra, just in case. I put some of every
invention, and duplicates of all my crystals in my 4th storage room.
It's always good to have backups.
Showing my new inventions was much different with Rod, who was the
next to see them, in our back yard. I took him outside, with a box,
which I put on the ground. I said "I made some things to help with our
mining projects. Want to see?" He said "We need Pete here to tell you
what a stupid question that is." We laughed. I pulled out the gun. His
eyes lit up as soon as he saw it, and said, "You made a Buck Rogers
blaster!" I said indignantly, "I did NOT. I made a Stephen heat gun,
model type Ronald. If you have to, you could call it a Ronald Raygun."
He said "No! Tell me I didn't hear you say that." I said "See what you
get for labeling it Buck Rogers?" He said "I'm so sorry, but at least I
didn't make a horrible pun, like you did. How does it work?" I said
I said "Alright, I'll show you." I had a pile of heat resistant
firebricks there, with a small bar of tin on it. I used the heat
setting to melt the tin to a puddle in 3 seconds. I said "That's on low
power." I put a steel bar on the bricks, and used the cutting beam on
it, easily slicing it in half, and some of the bricks, too. I said
"That was on low power too. The first system is for heating and
melting, and the other is for piercing and cutting. They are very
adjustable. The gun uses the 4th for power, and the instructions for
this complicated toy are in the crystal I put in the handle. Touch it,
and you know all about how to use the gun. Here, it's yours. I made it
for you." He said "Wow!" He really loved it, and fondled it like it was
some sexual thing.
I said "If you react that strongly to that toy, maybe I shouldn't
show you the other little thing I made for you." He said "Stephen, I
take back all the nasty things I ever said about you. I mean I would,
if I ever said them." I had to laugh at that. I pulled out the belt. He
said "Oh great. Now my pants won't fall down." I started to put it back
in the box, and he said, "Wait. It's terrific. It's wonderful. It's
absolutely fantastic! What is it?" I put it on me and said, "Just so
you know, every unusual thing I'm going to do with it on, is from the
belt, and not personal abilities." I lifted up into the air, and flew
around the yard. Then I stopped a foot off the ground and went
invisible. I said "This doesn't interfere with air, so you can hear me,
but not see me. Neither can radar or heat detection." I became visible
again, and floated to the ground, and took off the belt. I told him why
I made it. I said, while handing it to him, "It operates by thought,
and the instructions are in the crystal on the on-off switch." He said
"Wow! Cubed." I said "Fitting. Powers." He put it on, and tried to use
it. I said "Watch out! Careful. It needs practice." He came down and
took it off.
I said "Now you can fly over likely deposits to find what we are
looking for, and nobody can see you. You can use the heat gun to help
you get some samples, so you can port them where you want to. Just be
careful. The gun is really dangerous. You can cut yourself to pieces
with that gun, and fry the parts to a crisp, without half trying. The
belt has no shield. If you fly at 60 miles an hour and hit a bird, it's
not just the bird who's going to die. I know, it almost happened to me
in France." He still looked awed, and said, "I'll be careful, I
promise! I'll have to keep them away from Davie." I said "I've set
those so they only operate for people who's third eye is fully open."
He said "That's a relief!" I said "When you want to practice, port to
some open area where nobody is." He said "Right, or I will have people
thinking I'm a flying saucer." I said "Right. You don't want their
teacups on you." I put the things back in the box and we ported to my
bedroom. We were alone.
I put the box down, and Rod grabbed me in a big hug, and kissed me
to talk. My hands weren't still, either. I did the link, which he liked
a lot. After a while, we squirted. While we were resting, I said,
"Maybe I should hold off on the inventions. Giving them to people is
more strenuous than I expected." He said "You do present a problem.
What can any of us do to thank you? You don't want useless clutter, so
gifts are out, and you have enough money to buy anything you want. All
you really want is love, and this." He reached over and played with my
nuts, which I let him feel what I felt, in the link. He said "And we
would do that and love you just as much, anyway." I said "You do have a
problem. Good thing for me it isn't mine. Oh, I have an idea. I like
crystals. Pretty ones. Gems I can play with and make nice things with.
Find some for me. Ecuador has some nice emeralds. Thailand and
Australia have some nice sapphires, and Burma has some very nice
rubies, jade, too. India and Africa have some nice diamonds. I think
they can spare some, don't you think? Oh, and gold is nice too. Great
conductivity, and doesn't corrode. That, and the rare earth elements,
are going to be in high demand in the coming electronic age. Those new
transistor things have promise. So, what are you doing here? Get to
work!"
Rod said "Not right now. I'm busy." He was, and my nuts were loving
it. So was my monster. So was his. It took a while, but we squirted
again. In fact, we did that all over again so many times I was too
tired to count. I think about 6, before we were completely empty. While
we were drifting off to sleep, in each other's arms, I mumbled,
"Inventing is SO exhausting!" I could feel Rod shaking with silent
laughter. It felt so nice against my body, I thought I might be able to
squirt one more time. I didn't dare tell him that, but I have to admit
I was tempted.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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