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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Logbook #1 Entry #19 "Translation" +*+*+*+
Date: 11 Jan 2012 17:22:32 -0600
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Stephen's Logbook #1 Entry #19
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, after the Winter holidays of year 7 of
special school.
Stephen's Logbook #1 Entry #19 "Translation"
NEW ENTRY
I had a meeting at school with Matt and Murphy, and father. Nigel was
there, and so was Pete, who I asked to be there. I said "Horizon
Enterprises is a very big company. We own other companies. All that
requires management. Adepts are not good at that, and don't want to do
it. That's right. The most powerful people don't like to tell other
people what to do. Well, it's boring, and very frustrating to them.
They head divisions and departments, because when they make decisions,
they stick, but the actual management is done by other people. These
are very special people, because they are what actually makes it all
work, and they are the only ones beside the adepts who know our
secrets. That means we trust them with our lives. We trust YOU. Can you
accept that?" They both nodded. I said with a smile, "Our truth telling
works better with the spoken word, than with brain rattling." They said
"You trust us." I said "Do you understand that means you have to keep
our secrets?" They said "Yes."
I said "You suspect we do more than just have businesses, which you
are very interested in. So, this might not come as too much of a shock
to you, but we don't really care about business. We have them to
support our missions and our goals. Pete?" He told them, aliens and
all. I said "Nigel, are you disappointed they are too surprised to say
wow?" He said with felling, "Yes, I bloody well am!" That got some
laughs to break the tension. I said "Who wants to play with aliens?" We
all said, "I do!" I said to Matt and Murphy, "And you are going to help
us do it. Here's how we will start you. One of you will manage our
takeover of Project Bluebook. We investigate UFOs and alien contacts,
and try to keep them from the public, but not just in the US now. We
are most interested in correlation of data, so we can understand the
aliens and manage them. Most of them are here to do research, and don't
want us to know about them. We want to turn that around. Eventually, we
will manage them, and be like the Earth's tourist agency for
offworlders. They will have to come for us for permission to visit."
I said "The other one will be our traveling security manager and
investigator, for ALL our companies, world wide. Both positions will
have a large staff and multiple offices, with dedicated Port-Alls
between them. That's what we call our personal matter transmitters.
That's right. You can go in an instant from one place to another. If
you want to fly, you have to flap your arms, because we don't want buy
too many airplane tickets. So, what do you think so far?" They looked
at Nigel, and said "Wow!" We all laughed. I said "Now for the unusual
part." That got more laughter. "After 6 months, one will switch jobs
with the other, and again and again. We don't want you to be bored, is
one reason for that. I think you can figure out the other reason. What
do you think now?" Looking eagerly hungry, Matt said, "Where's my
office?" Murphy said "I never saw that coming. The switch. I like it!
One question. All over the world, means different languages. I just
know 2." I said "We have ways of giving languages to our people. One a
idea."
I started thinking hard, and heard from a long way off, Pete say
"I'll connect you to him. You don't want to miss this." I thought,
instead of having to learn a new language, why not have a translator?
If a person can do it, why not a crystal? It's just information
exchange. It would take a lot of fancy instructions in it, to do the
job, and a lot of work setting it up, but my mass production crystal
might be useful in handling that, and mnemonic operators, too. Then
there is the speech controller. I thought out all the instructions and
mechanisms to make that work. I looked up 13 minutes later, and Pete
put a crystal against my forehead, and I pushed my instructions how to
build a translation crystal, toward the crystal, and Pete grabbed it
and put it in it. He took the memory into himself, too, at the same
time. I said "Well. Sorry for the interruption and delay." There was
dead silence. I could hear the skin stretch on his face when Pete
grinned. I said "Alright. I'll wait." The look on father's face was
very strange. I gave him a sheepish look, and he recovered his
composure. That was the first time he had ever watched me think hard.
Nigel looked at me worshipfully. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he
grinned back at me. I reached over and poked M + M in the shoulders,
and they jumped. I said "I think, with some work, we might have some
new help for the language issue soon."
Pete said "What you witnessed is somebody thinking in a few minutes,
what would take a regular genius like me to think in, oh, 3 or 4 years,
if I could even dream of the idea. None of us knows how he does it." I
said "That's because you never asked me." Nigel said "What! You can
TELL us?" I said "If you want." He said "Want!" Pete said "Want!" So
did father. M + M were still too shocked to speak. I said "Even
geniuses use only a small part of their mental ability at a time. Our
minds and brains are much more powerful than we think, but much of
their resources are taken up by every day routine matters of living.
When I do my hard thinking, that's practically ALL I'm doing. I'm using
almost my total mind and brain, which reduces my other functions to
close to the danger point of not sustaining life. It also uses a LOT of
energy. Think of it this way. You know about Ki, and how it can be used
to enhance physical activities. Well, I use it with my mind and brain,
in a kind of overdrive. If I thought that hard for too long, I would
literally fry my own brain. Before my injury, I could reach with it
that way, an IQ equivalent of about 1200, from my usual IQ of about
600. That's about double, at the highest intensity. Now I can only
double my much reduced IQ." Pete said "Which is?" I said "Well, er, I
never let it be measured accurately, with Dr. Einstein's advice. I
estimate it's a little less than 300, now." Pete announced "We regular
geniuses knew he was much smarter than us. Now it's official." He
looked at Matt and Murphy and said, "I hope you realize what an honor
this is. You have learned something important nobody else knew about
our leader, before you even are officially working with us. You know
how security minded he is. He would never have done that if he hadn't
trusted you completely. He must value you VERY highly!"
I said "Enough of that. We all have work to do. Our official
hierarchy is, I'm President of everything, and have voting stock
control. I'm CEO of the Security Division, and my father over there
still looking shocked, is the operations manager, of what used to be
his company before we bought it. Pete is the Action Team leader, and an
Adept, who can call on anybody in any of our companies to work with him
on a mission. And on that mission, he rules. Any of our adepts can and
do multiple things in different divisions. We don't let their talents
go to waste. It would be stupid of us, and bad for them. A bored adept
is not good company. You two will start, working for my father. As we
grow, we will be splitting the divisions when they grow too big, and
both of you will be heading up your own, I think. What do YOU think?"
Murphy said after a moment, "We will be in security, and your
Enterprise is in this for the entire world, as it's most important
purpose. That's BIG. Where do I sign?" Matt said "Some ride! I would
PAY to be involved in this." I said "We pay well. Don't worry about
that. We'll have the papers ready for you next week, after you've been
through orientation. Pete will get you both started, and then Nigel
will give you the grand world wide tour, and then hand you off to my
father to get you settled into your jobs, which you then will have to
build up. Only one thing needs to be decided now. Who gets what to
start?" Matt said "Old man Murphy is the senior of us. Let him choose."
Murphy said "Age before er, never mind. I'll take aliens." I said "Then
let it be so!" Pete said "Please stand, and be ready to port." They
did, and he and Nigel, and M + M Ported out.
I looked at father, with a raised eyebrow. He cleared his throat.
Then he said, "600? 1200? And you never told anybody?" I said "Dr. Knot
guessed something like it, but we didn't discuss it. Chad and Pete had
guessed 400 and over, but I didn't say either way. I did tell Chad I
cheated on the IQ tests, after he pressed me to admit it. That I could
make them show what I wanted to, proved I was beyond their range,
anyway. He needed some proof to verify his own accuracy of thinking. I
couldn't hold that back from him. Tomba had to know after I got my
memory back, so he could use that for a baseline in checking how much
damage still remained. That's it. I didn't let myself think about it
too much, because I didn't like being so much of a freak." He said "Ah.
I understand. There is something else. Bored Adepts. I gather from what
you've said, your adepts might be the most powerful beings in the
galaxy. Knowing you, you've already planned for them, after this world
is tamed." I said "Yes. They will do for the galaxy what they will have
done for the earth. The Galactic Council should have been keeping the
Van away from us. They don't because they can't, because they are
spread too thin. We will be their security division." Father grinned
fiercely and said, "It's not as if they will have much choice in the
matter." I grinned fiercely back at him and said, "Right!"
END ENTRY
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Grant
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