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The Adventures of Stevie #199
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 #199 "Leaving Some Love"
Dear Carlos,
I was done interviewing people at Wright Field. Before I left, I said
goodbye to the Base Commander, and the people who staffed my office. I
saved Colonel Rikard for last. I made an appointment with him, and at
that time, I ported to his office. I said "I'm done here. I thought you
would like to know about our research into the parts you gave us." He
really was. I said "You remember Jan crushing your ashtray? Oh by the
way, smoking is very bad for you. Please stop. Anyway, we can crush
things to almost molecular size particles. That makes it easier to
analyze the components of solids. We can do other things with our
special abilities which helps in research, which regular labs can't do.
We found they like to treat metals like they are ceramics, by making
them into a fine powder and squeezing them into a mold at VERY high
pressure, to form what looks and acts like a solid substance. Sometimes
they do add ceramic particles to the mix, and plastics and mineral
fibers, and even crystals. Sometimes they do this in multiple layers,
and with strange internal structures. We can duplicate some of that,
but what we don't know, is WHY they do it. Most of the pieces don't
react in any way which would tell us that. A few of them do react to
some psychic influences. We are still working on them, and don't plan
to give up any time soon."
I said "I haven't been doing most of that research, except some of
the psychic things, because most of my time away from here is spent
teaching and with my own research and inventions." He said "Oh? What
have you invented?" I said "There is a little thing called 'need to
know', which we in the security field have to obey." He said "Yes.
Right. Sorry." I said "What I can tell you is I've been trying to make
devices which can do what some of my mental abilities can do. I
succeeded in that, but failed in application. I can explain it best
this way. Anybody can fly an airplane. Landing is another matter. Or,
anybody can plink out a tune on a piano in a few seconds, but how long
does it take to learn to play a Tchaikovsky Concerto? I can give
somebody something to enable them to fly, but unless they know all
about flying, they will kill themselves. That's what happens with
things which are controlled by the mind. You have to have a VERY
disciplined mind to use them safely. I could put mechanical controls on
it, but because of all the variables they have to control, they would
need something the size of an airplane to house them, and you already
have those. See what I mean? It turns out only adepts can really use
them, and most don't need to. And I have to make each one myself.
Frustrating. Another thing is the fragility of our bodies. You fly
around outside of an airplane, and you risk hitting something which can
kill you. If that bird I hit at 60 miles an hour had done more than
just graze my shoulder, I wouldn't be here."
He shook his head and tried to hide his smile. He saw I noticed it,
and said, "I'm sorry. I just had some mental pictures of surprised
birds. I see how frustrating it must be for you, but what about
teleporting? Do you have a way to do that with a device?" I said very
carefully, but with a wink, "I would have to say 'no comment' to that."
He nodded and said, "Thanks." I said "If we did have something like
that, the last thing we would do with it was to put it anywhere the
aliens might have an interest in. The same for all my advanced
inventions. Until the day we can come out in the open and tell them to
leave, and make it stick. I estimate that to be about 70 to a hundred
years from now." He said "I wish I could have been there to see it." I
said "Well, I fought an adept who believed he had lived before, and
remembered those lives. I didn't accept those beliefs, myself. I prefer
science. That is until he recognized me from past battles we had in our
previous lives, and said things while we were fighting which proved it.
Since then Pete has been analyzing the memories I accidentally got from
the adept, while I was making sure he would never be reincarnated
again." He said "How could that be done?" I said "Solomon's bottle.
Adapts ruled long ago. I just followed the legends." I told him what I
did. He said "Wow!" I said "I hear that a lot. So, we might be around
then, but probably not know it."
I said "There is something else I'm here to tell you about. I'm
grooming Pete to replace me as leader. I'm needed more as a researcher
and teacher, than as a team leader. I'm the most skilled, so I need to
pass that on, more than anything. So, if you need us, call our office
at the Bureau and somebody, probably Pete, will get back to you, not
that he knows that yet." He said "Will do. I have a question. How did
you know? You said 'We know', which indicates your whole team. How?" I
said "There are 2 ways for the team, and one for my father. We are
trained to be experts in reading face and body language. Of the team,
I'm the best. After us, the man who taught my father, and my father,
are probably the best in the world. That's one way. My team are psychic
adepts. We have two senses which shows us what other people are
feeling, which includes sexual feelings. Because of that, we know all
about those things, so we don't care. Private things of other people
are none of our business. We have heterosexuals, homosexuals, and
bisexuals of different genders on our team, depending on who's
available, and on our support staff. We work together, and we play
together, which is a lot more interesting because of that diversity.
I'll put it this way. We hardly ever sleep alone, and we aren't
particularly choosey about who among the team members we have for the
night. I'll say something else. When you can have anything you want to,
you don't want to have anything but purpose and love. We do."
He said "I'm trying not to say wow." I said "I appreciate that." We
That's one of the first things I do wherever I am. There are no bugs or
people listening. To the subject, I can't. You know that. Security. I'm
sorry, but even though he and I don't know each other, please give him
my love and wish for happiness. I mean that in a way you have probably
never dreamed of. Here." I gave him a crystal. I said "Put it to your
heart or forehead, and feel my love." He did and opened his eyes real
wide. I said "Would you like to give that to your other, with YOUR love
in it?" He had tears on his cheeks when he said, "Oh yes! Please." I
took the crystal, and erased my feelings from it. I went around his
desk and said, "When I put this now empty crystal on your forehead,
think of him and feel your love, and push it into the crystal. Do this
with all your heart and strength. Are you ready? He said "Yes." He did
push his love. I grabbed it and put it in the crystal. I gave it to him
and said, "Test it." He did, and cried. I figured it worked. Through
his tears, he said, "Why?" I said "Because love is all which really
matters, and I love, love." He tried to thank me, and I interrupted
with a smile and said, "For somebody who likes my book on dogs, it's
the leash I can do. I just had to say that one more time. Goodbye." I
ported home, with some very nice feelings to warm my heart.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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