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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #223 "Slow and Tell, Part 1" +*+*+*+
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The Adventures of Stevie #223
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, just before the start of year 6 of special
school.
The Adventures of Stevie #223 "Slow and Tell, Part 1"
Dear Carlos,
The phone rang in my apartment in the Temple. Nigel said "I'll get
it!" Which he did, and told me it was Dr. Knot saying the meeting was
scheduled for 1 PM that day. Then he hung up, and came back to hug me
again. I said to Tomba, "I think it would be a good idea if you kept me
in contact with you while you are doing the intro, so I will know your
exact words, so we don't trip ourselves up." He said "Good idea, if you
can take it." I said "I must." Then Nigel said to Tomba, "Can we have
real food for lunch, PLEASE? Stevie's back. We should celebrate!" I
said "Wait one minute! Who's idea was it to call me, when I was so
helpless, by that baby name?" Tomba said very carefully, "Why, you did.
It was the only name you would respond to." I said "Well, not any more.
I'm Stephen, and that it!" Tomba turned to Nigel and said, "He really
IS back." I said "In the matter of lunch, while we are here, we will
eat what they eat in the Temple." Nigel said dejectedly, "Yeah, he's
back alright." We all laughed, even Nigel.
Tomba ported to the meeting, and I heard what he said through the
contact, to Dr. Knot, father, Rod, Chad, Jan, Pete, and Race. I cried
through it all, with Nigel crying with me. Then it was time to port
over. I said "Oh Nigel, aren't you forgetting something?" He said
"What's that?" I said "Has the school gone nudist?" He said "Oh!" He
was a little embarrassed while he quickly dressed. He ported us to the
meeting room. I said, before anybody else had a chance to say or doing
anything, "Hello, I'm back. Now lets get to work." I grinned at their
frustrated celebration, and pretended not to notice their drying tears.
I said "I'll do this by telling it like it happened, because some of
you haven't heard what some others have, and because it will be easier
for me, and I like telling a good story. I'm an author, so I can say
that." There were some chuckles.
I told them about my last encounter with the bandits at the camp in
British Honduras. All of them laughed at the end, when I told them
about the boners, even Dr. Knot and father. Then I told them what
happened, like I'm telling you in this letter:
I went back there a week later to straighten things up. I was almost
finished when the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a VERY strange
place, with somebody speaking in my head, "Stephen, please be calm and
do not use your psychic abilities. You are safe and will not be harmed
by us. I will answer all your questions. Then you will decide what to
do. We have very little time, so please wait until I am finished,
before doing or saying anything. You are on your moon, or rather,
inside it. You were taken at random, for inspection and experimentation
by the people you call those short skinny aliens with the big dark
eyes, who call themselves the Van. Some of my people work for them. Did
work for them. We have decided not to do that anymore, because we can't
allow them to examine or hurt you. You can't see me, because I am
inside you. That's right. I'm your stone, sometimes known as the Eye of
Shongris. I can talk with you now, because of the massed power of the
stones like me, who are in this bed you are lying on. The moment you
were put on the bed, my people were in contact with me, and we decided
the Van should not know about your use of the the stones they don't
know are sentient. There is another reason. We like you. We do NOT like
them."
Shongris said "In that moment, we, who are also in the powerful
computer which runs this installation, opened all the airlock doors to
the vacuum of space, forcing the Van to go into the emergency
hibernation chambers to save themselves. My people who are on and in
this bed, are maintaining a force field around it, to contain the air
so you can breathe. That won't last long, so we must plan and decide
how you will escape from here. We have turned off the matter
transmitters, and most other communication equipment. We will make more
air to replace what is lost, but that will take more time than you will
have available. Ordinarily, the chambers the Van are in will open then,
but we won't allow that. Nor will we allow the Van any access to this
facility in the future."
Shongris said "Now to your escape. If you teleported off this bed and
to earth, you would die. Your motion sickness alone would kill you, but
there are other factors. There are fields of force which protect this
installation, which can't be turned off and still maintain it's
functions. Some of their qualities extend into the 4th dimension, which
could interfere with your use of that realm for your own
transportation. Here is what we propose. You will include this bed in
your port, which will offer you almost complete protection from the
effects of your motion sickness. We can try to repair any damage to
your body and mind you might sustain in the transfer, after your
arrival, in the same way one of those rods you found would, but better,
because we will use a record of your brain structure as the master for
the restoration. The other option is you can remain here until you die
from lack of oxygen. Your response, please." I said "Can I contact
people on Earth from here?" Shongris said "Yes, but it will be almost
all one way. If they try to contact you, they may be harmed." I said
"The most important thing is knowledge. I need to tell them what has
happened, and transfer to them any more information you can give me.
So, what knowledge can you give me?" Shongris said "We can give you as
much as we know, which is considerable. We know you can accept that
much, but we are unsure any other individual of your kind can." I said
"I'll take care of that. How much time do we have?" Shongris said "We
estimate about 17 minutes, if you limit your exertion." I said "When
you can start the transfer, after I say GO, do it as fast as you can,
but leave enough time to let me port back, if you can."
I said "What instructions should I give them about caring for me if I
am injured?" Shongris said "We will copy and store all your memories
and your brain configuration. If your brain is damaged, which we view
as very possible, we will repair it, and restore your memories. You
must sleep on the bed, to give us access to you, and the bed should
never leave an insulated room, or the Van might discover it. We don't
know how long it will take to repair any damage. They should use no
invasive therapies. We will do all the actual repair, but they may
assist, by providing nourishment and intellectual stimuli, but no
strenuous exercise." I said "Understood. Transfer now, please. GO!"
I told the meeting, "It was like a very big punch in the face, which
kept on coming. It lasted only a few seconds, but felt like it went on
for a million years. I spent 5 minutes organizing what came in, in
sections. Then I contacted people here on Earth; father, Dr. Knot,
Pete, Rod, Chad, Race, Jan, and Tomba. I told them what had happened,
and what I was going to do, and what could happen to me from porting
home, and how to take care of me. Then I transferred the knowledge I
had received to the team, organized in sections, each section to the
specialist in that area. Chad received biology, chemistry, math, and
astronomy. Rod received engineering, physics, math, and military
science. Pete received, communication, psychic, language, psychology,
and history. Jan received language, finance and politics. Race received
language, other soft sciences, and local and galactic politics. There
were some crossovers, so general things went to all of them. I didn't
know how they took it, until this morning, when Tomba didn't tell me
that anybody died from that. I had to risk it, in case I didn't make it
back. I hope you can forgive me for that." The response from them
showed they didn't think there was anything to forgive.
More in the next letter.
Your friend,
Stephen
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Grant
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