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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #220 "Right in the Temple" +*+*+*+
Date: 7 Nov 2011 17:07:01 -0600
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The Adventures of Stevie #220
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 15 in this story, in the summer after year 5 of special
school.
The Adventures of Stevie #220 "Right in the Temple"
Dear Carlos,
I know where I am now. Inside a Buddhist Temple. Tomba said my
forgotten former self knew he was going to be injured, and gave firm
instructions regarding how I was to be cared for. He was an expert in
some things, which is why they are doing everything he wanted. That's
all they would tell me, which was part of the instructions, too. I have
help from a speech therapist and a physical therapist for my problems,
which are improving. My boredom problem is taken care of by learning
electronics and computer engineering. Dr. Knot suggested it, and I
think he was right. It's something to do, and it's not difficult.
I have a personal problem. I have sexual urges I want to take care
of. They are almost unbearable when Debbie and Jan visit. I can't hide
the erections, so I don't bother, and they pretend they don't notice
them. I would like to masturbate, but Tomba says I shouldn't. The
exercise, and the associated higher blood pressure, could cause more
brain damage, and undo some of my recovery. I understand and agree, but
it's not fun waiting for an erotic dream to cause a nocturnal emission,
only to have the problem come back so soon after it.
There is a dream I think you would like to know about. Rather, a
series of dreams about one person, which I think take place before
recorded history. Or maybe never happened at all. The continents have
different shapes than they do now. I am a woman in them. My name is,
the best I can spell it, Attin Lantos ReyMu. ReyMu is a title like
Doctor or Scholar of Science, and I am possibly the most intelligent
person living, according to the tests. The first dream, in the
chronological order of her life, is when I am advising her government
not to build an energy plant too close to another different kind of
energy plant. They are called a Solar Tap, and a Core Tap. The Solar
Tap uses a beam of light that is powerful enough to slice the moon into
pieces, to connect the ground to a part of the upper atmosphere, to
make an electrical power circuit. They have many of those around the
world, and broadcast power for people to use without wires. Sometimes
they stop and have to be restarted, which can take a while, so they are
building a Core Tap, which will use the heat of the earth below the
crust, to create power. That requires a hole in the ground that could
be as deep as 30 miles. I am the world's foremost expert on energy,
it's generation and usage, and advise the politicians that what they
are doing is too dangerous, and when that Solar Tap shuts down by
itself, like they all do sometimes, the power back-flow will cause the
Core Tap installation close to it to explode, which could cause serious
geological damage all over the world. They don't want to believe me
because I'm a woman, and they are not respected very much in this
society. And because I'm so young, only 51 years old. They want to
believe the other scientists who will say whatever people pay them to
say.
In the next dream, I am in space station doing research, when a lot
of the world blew up, starting right where I said it would. There where
terrible earthquakes and tidal waves, and erupting volcanoes, all over
the world, and the entire atmosphere was dirty. Most people on earth
died. The people who were in space stations and on the moon and mars,
lived, but hated me. They blamed me for what had happened. It wasn't
rational, because I had warned them and it wasn't my fault, but they
had to blame somebody for psychological reasons, and I was the best
known target. They have meetings and decide to leave the solar system
for another one they know about. They will sleep in suspended animation
for the trip which would take more than two hundred years. They pooled
all their technology together, and made 5 big space ships from it,
which took 20 years. I helped them a lot.
In the next dream, I am told I won't be allowed to go with them. I am
not surprised, and I agree. I, and the few supporters I have with me,
take some shuttles down to earth, and land in the least affected area,
with the intention to begin rebuilding the world. We took what supplies
and technology we could, with us. It wasn't enough, but we made
progress. Slow progress. It took 105 years to reach the stage where we
could support more people, and then we flew around the world looking
for survivors. We brought them back to our base, but there were
problems. Radiation had changed them. Their lifespan was much shorter
than ours. We lived for an average of 900 years. The survivors lived
for 40 or 50 years, but they bred much more rapidly, and with multiple
births.
In the next dream, I am worshiped as an immortal God. I don't like
it, but I can't hide the fact that I'm different, and the new
technology I've developed with crystals, does look a lot like magic.
I'm only 396 years old, but I feel much older, compared to them. Part
of that is due to the fact that I'm alone. My contemporaries have left
me to go join the others who left earth for the stars. They were lonely
and tired of working so hard. I helped them build what they needed to
make their spaceship, even though it took parts away from my rebuilding
projects. Our goodbyes were very sad.
I don't know what happened after that. Yet.
Until the next time,
Stevie
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Grant
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