Stephen's Logbook #1 Entry #15
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students. 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. He wrote 225 of them to
a friend. Please refer to them for insight into this new series of
stories. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he still wanted to
record his life, in case he loses his memory again. So, we can now look
into selected entries in his logbook to see how he is doing.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 16 in this story, at the end of year 6 of special school.
Stephen's Logbook #1 Entry #15 "End of School Term Update"
NEW ENTRY
Things are progressing with the enterprise, in all directions. The
action team has been on 3 diplomat rescues, and 2 agent rescues for the
Bureau. All turned out well, from our perspective. Pete is a very good
leader, even though he said he just asks himself what I would do. Our
companies are working out well, and are profitable. We are setting up a
transistor manufacturing plant in Ireland, and so we have an office
there. We have bought an international psychic research company, and
are just monitoring their offices, for responses to the new Shan-Pete
psychic detectors, so far. Mr. and Mrs. Insane plan to operate their
camp for one more summer, this coming one, and then plan to sell it. To
us. Tommy is interested in running it, but hasn't decided yet. One of
our new businesses is a day care center in the apartment development
where I live. Working mothers can drop off their young children to be
cared for and educated while they are at work. Bone and Mac's mothers
are in charge of it. I pushed for it, for a personal reason. Debbie and
I plan to get married and have children. If we still live in this area,
we want to have that kind of thing available when she is going to
college, if we have a child then.
We have most of the world's languages in crystals. Pete developed a
technique to extract the information from practically anybody, by
having them speak the language naturally for about an hour,
continuously, while he copied what was in their brain's language
center. Then he did that when they were reading, and then when they
were writing, including separate dialects and alphabets. Even though we
would like to tell the world about it, we are still keeping it a
secret. It's VERY difficult to make them, so we have mostly one crystal
per language. We can't spare any to give out, and we don't have time to
make more. That said, we do let some people use them in emergencies,
such as UN emergency staff, but not in a way which shows what we are
doing when we help them learn a language.
There is another problem with the crystals. One in particular started
it. While it's only a problem for me, it doesn't make it any less
important, in my selfish opinion. Nigel's crystal of me rescuing the
man from the machine went all over our campus like a contagious virus.
All the girls fell madly in lust with me. I didn't need that, even
though I can't complain about the results when he showed it to Debbie.
We had been having sex a lot, usually in my private room in the school,
with Chad's porting assistance. I don't know if that crystal made the
sex any better, or more often, but I think it did make her more proud
to be with me. Glowing with pride, actually. Unfortunately, that wasn't
the end of it. Nigel, who I could cheerfully blister his behind, if I
weren't afraid he might like it, persuaded, which we both admit didn't
take much of that, other people who had seen me in action, to record
their memories, too. I received a lot of requests to bend iron bars.
Probably because they didn't want to ruin any rifles. I didn't want to
ruin anything for such a useless reason. I heard one of the girls tell
one of the boys, named Stan, "What an incredible hulk he is." Another
girl said, "But only when he's angry." Stan said "Didn't you mean
'hunk'?" The first girl said, "Yes, I suppose." I saw Stan looking at
me in a thoughtful way after that.
Lance has his BA in business, and is working on his MBA. I have him
monitoring our companies, and because he's a full Adept now, he can go
to where they are, instantly. He's loving it, and Tomba is loving that.
And I love it that they are loving. Race is helping him, and so is
Nigel. Dean has expressed interest in participating in our enterprise,
but hasn't yet said how. Jan has worked really hard to increase our
income, and has made some very profitable investments. One thing I
asked her to do was very unusual. More so because I wouldn't give her a
clear explanation why. We are buying an island off British Honduras,
and are going to build three special concrete buildings on it. They
will be psychically insulated hangers, with their doors facing the
ocean. There will be offices and residences there, too. Sometime in the
future, I plan to put alien space ships in those hangers. We have the
money now, which in cash is about 3 billion dollars, to spend on things
which won't make an immediate profit. I have to keep reminding people
that we aren't out to be business people as a primary goal, but to
support our real interests, which are research, helping the world, and
managing alien contacts.
Rod has his exploration and resources department operating round the
clock. He's done all the major hiring himself, and did it so well, he
has time to do a lot of exploring himself, and he's absolutely
enthusiastic about it. It's making a lot of money, too. So are our
discounts on those products to our other departments, which helps make
them very profitable, too. Chad is in charge of most of our research.
He complains a lot about how much work he has to do, but wouldn't
change anything if he could, he loves it so much. Mac and Bone have
progressed very well in adept training. They are almost ready to go on
action missions. Unfortunately, they don't have much interest in
academic things yet, so, when they are ready, I have a job lined up for
them, which I think they will really like. They will be the new Men in
Black, researching and repressing reports of UFOs. I have almost
persuaded the various people with the power to make that happen, and
expect to have that made official in less than a year. Then Project
Bluebook will be officially closed, and we will take over.
Pete and I are handling most of the educational administrative duties
of the school, with Dr. Knot's part time assistance. We are not closing
the school for the summer, and are making it a voluntary course
session. There are enough students in it to keep us busy. All the
adepts, and me, are available for the action team which goes on
missions. I don't go, but I do assist in the planning, and am sometimes
consulted via contact during missions.
Nigel will be present at the summer camp registration, and will be
examining all the campers for psychic potential and sexuality. He will
be telling Tommy about the gay boys he might want to have in separate
cabins, and giving father the list of psychic kids to investigate for
possible invitations to our school.
One thing hasn't changed. Even though we are all very busy with our
own jobs and primary relationships, we still take time for group
meetings, which usually end in orgasms, and we don't sleep alone. We
still share ourselves among all who we love. I think we need to, to
stay human. I think they understand that too, which is why they make
such an effort to keep doing it. And not just because it's a lot of
absolutely wonderful fun.
END ENTRY
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Grant
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