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The Adventures of Stevie #207
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 Winter of year 5 of special school,
after the new year.
The Adventures of Stevie #207 "Professor Takes a Look"
Dear Carlos,
It was my job to bring the professor up to date about our activities
in British Honduras. I told him what we had found so far. It got
interesting when I showed him the drawings. He wanted to know how they
were made, and had that revolutionizing look in his eye again. I said
professor." The others who heard me, smiled. "If you asked how we do
something every time we do it, we wouldn't have time to do any more
'its'. I'll do it this once, and you might see what I mean. We adepts
have a bunch of psychic senses. I used them to scan the area. I
organized the information in my mind, in layers, and in the way you see
in the drawings. Then I used my abilities to burn my mental images into
the paper. I can't explain it in much more detail, without giving a
full semester course on it, and it still wouldn't mean a whole lot if
you couldn't do it yourself." The professor said "I think I see what
you mean." Chad came over and said to him, "Professor, Stephen was
being modest. Every special ability we have, he had first, and trained
us in them. The way he did the drawing, he invented a couple of hours
ago, and smashed a table the first time. He does a lot more spectacular
things, so you need to get used to that. We have the same problem, but
we just say wow, and get on with things, whenever he comes up with
something new." I said "Thanks Chad. I was worried about showing him
the 3D version." Chad said with a grin, "You're welcome. I'm going to
stay and watch his eyeballs pop out." I made a face at him.
I said to the professor, "Would you like to see a 3 dimensional
version of all the layers together?" He said "Most definitely." I
projected the illusion into a clear space. I said "I am projecting a
mental image as an illusion. I can expand any part of it, and change
the view, but I can't hold it for long." Then I stopped it. I said
"Fortunately, we don't need me to do that. Put this to your forehead,
and follow the instructions it gives you." He did, and his eyes opened
even wider, which gave me the urge to try to catch them if they popped
out, and he abruptly sat on the ground and stared off into space. I
checked, and he wasn't hurt, just concentrating on what he was seeing.
We left him to that, and looked at the developed photos Rod just
brought back, which were size 20x30, and some tracing paper. There were
a lot of copies of each photo, so I could ruin one every time I stamped
an underground layer onto a sheet of tracing paper over it, which we
could then lay over a good photo. I did all that, with special
attention to the blowup of the central building under the mound, with
more detail, while the professor was still studying the 3D crystal. He
finished and stood up, and came to us with shining eyes and said,
"Since all I'm permitted to say is 'Wow!', consider that uttered." We
grinned. Then he said "It would be helpful if we had photographs of the
area, with tracing overlays of the scan on them." I said "We agree, so
I made these while you were studying the crystal." He took them with
another wow.
I said "Professor, before we do any work, we need to outfit you. This
hard hat has a light on it. Don't worry about how long the battery
lasts. The same for this larger flashlight, and all the other powered
equipment we have here. The belts and gun the others wear, which are
made for mining and exploration, require practice to use safely, so I
can't give you them. However, should you need us to do something, you
should know what they can to. Those belts enable them to fly, and
become invisible, and are operated by thought. The gun I will have to
demonstrate. Rod, can I have yours for a second?" I got it and showed
the professor what it could do. I said "Wait for the wow, I'm not
finished. We have personal powers, too. Anything you need to ask about
something you need to know about this part, do it. We can feel things
with our minds. We can feel emotions, too. Combined, that means we can
use psychometry, to read the history of an object. Anything we
remember, we can put in a crystal for others to read. We can teleport
ourselves, and any object, too. Size and distance doesn't matter. We
can manipulate any object in practically any way. Size and mass is no
problem. I can apply different kinds of energy to things, too. For
instance, what the gun can do, I can do without it, in any frequency
and intensity, up to including various psychic energies. Some of the
other adepts here can do some of that too, and will get better with
practice." He said "I noticed you aren't wearing a belt and gun. I
should assume it's because you don't need them?" I nodded. I said
"Those are the tools we have to work with. So use us! In accordance
with our priorities, naturally."
"There is one more thing to do, which you might think is a little
strange." He had to smile at that. I said "We are in the hunting
territory of a jaguar. We have already made friends with it. I would
like to bring him here to get to know your scent, so he will like you
too. Don't be afraid. He will be completely under my control, until he
accepts you. Ready?" He nodded. A minute later the cat came out of the
jungle. I had him sniff the professor, and he accepted him. I said
"It's alright to stroke his fur, if you want to. He likes it from
friends." He did that, and received a purr of thanks. I said "It's
alright if he's around the camp, but we don't feed him. It would
interrupt his hunting schedule, and interfere with his life so much he
might not survive after we leave." The professor said, "That is wise."
I said "Please remember, he's still a wild animal. He can play rough,
and react violently when startled, so no sudden moves when he's around,
and no wrestling with him."
Pete said "It's getting late. It will be dark soon. We should have
some supper. Professor, we were going to order Chines take out. Join
us?" He said "I would be delighted." Race went, and ported father with
him. While we were waiting, Pete said, "We should all spend the rest of
the day studying the information we have. Then explore tomorrow.
Somebody needs to guard the camp, but we don't all need to be here to
do it. Anybody who wants to go home for the night, is free to do so, as
long as at least two adepts are present at all times here." I said
"Wild jaguars couldn't pull me away from here." Chad said "Right. They
would be licking your hands." They laughed. Race had ported back, and
said "I should go home soon after supper. I think the professor should,
too, and Stephen's father. The rest of you can schedule going home for
showers and clean clothes and such, if you want to stay the night." I
said to the professor, "Race has appointed himself the camp manager,
and the rest of us are too lazy to want to usurp him." Chad hugged and
kissed Race, who was a little embarrassed by my announcement. I
explained to the professor, "We all are very close. We love each other
as more than brothers. We can feel what each of us feels, and we have
shared so much, we are like more than family. We love. If we didn't,
with our powers, the world would be in grave danger. Remember my hug.
That's what we live with all the time between us. Any time you want
part of that, just hug one of us, which we wouldn't mind at all. In
fact, if you don't hug Chad before you go, he will be very
disappointed." Chad made a bad face at me, which I returned. The others
grinned.
Race ported back, and came back with father. So much food was too
much for father to handle. We talked while we ate, about what we would
do tomorrow. Then Pete said he was going to port to the school for
shower and changing, and would be right back. Rod said he would do the
same, with him. I suggested in mindtalk they take that opportunity to
squirt, too. They thought that was funny. Before they left, the
professor hugged all the boys, saving Chad for last, who made a big
production of it. They both winked at me. I ported the professor home,
with a set time to contact him in the morning. Then Pete and Rod left,
with father. Then Race said, with his arms out, "Brothers, I'll be
alone tonight. How about a fun sendoff?" Tomba said "How could we
refuse?" We spread the open sleeping bags on the ground together, and
got on them and started the usual nut playing. I started the link, and
gradually increased it, but kept the effect just around us. We didn't
want any monkeys trying to screw us in the night. Then we switched to
monster pumping at the end for squirting. Then we cleaned up and waited
for Rod and Pete to come back, which they did a half hour later. Then
Chad, Tomba, and I, ported to my bedroom, while Race stayed behind with
Rod and Pete, probably, we agreed, to use the same alone tactic on
them. We cleaned up, and changed clothes. Chad ported his from the
school, and Tomba used some of Rod's from the school. Then we ported
back, just in time to see the boys we had left behind, squirting,
including Race. Chad, Tomba, and I grinned at each other. Our grins
told Race what we had expected him to do, and he wasn't embarrassed in
the least, and grinned triumphantly back at us.
We all hugged and kissed Race goodbye, and he ported home. We sat
around some and talked, and then we went to bed. It wasn't raining, so
we slept outside the tents, under extra blankets, naked and hugging
each other in love. They trusted me to wake them up if there was
trouble. I set one of my mind parts to watch if any humans or other
large animals came within 2 miles of us, and to wake me up if that
happened. I wish I could tell you the the peace of our night was
undisturbed, but that wouldn't be true. I'll tell you about that next
time.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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