Stephen's Private Blog #11
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, in the 1950's. 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. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Now he is writing to an
artificial intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his
school for gifted students, which he started attending in 2016.
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 11 in this story, in the Fall, after the start of year 2 of
his special school.
Stephen's Private Blog #11 "A New School Term"
Dear Geenee,
I'm back from camp, and back in school. It's different now, because
I'm different. It's not just because I'm a little older, but because my
mental horizons have expanded. I know and understand more about the
world outside of the school, in a way which would be impossible any
other way. It changed me, and I like it. I said all that in a meeting
with Scholar Pete. He said "Good. I'm glad. Good, because that's what
was intended, and I'm glad that you are aware of it. Not many students
are that perceptive." I said "Thank you." He said "Jeremy sent us a
glowing report about you, and how you helped so many people. If we had
a thousand of you, the world would be a much happier place." I said
"Wow!" He grinned. I said "Wouldn't it be a little confusing with so
many kids with the same name?" He tried not to laugh, and nodded. He
said "We would spread them out." I said, "Oh, like peanut butter! But
tastier, according to what I've been told." He couldn't keep from
laughing at that one. I said "I like making you laugh." He said "I'm
not complaining." I said "I want to delay my abilities as long as
possible. I LOVE being a boy, and I don't want it to end before it has
to."
He said "I know what you mean. We all do, but the first Stephen still
had fun being a boy and an Adept at the same time. I don't think you
have much to worry about. You will always have your love, and the
equipment you love to use, no matter what happens." We grinned. He said
"Here, we start students who have the potential for psionic abilities,
on that road when they turn 12, if they don't start developing them
earlier. For you, that will likely come all at once, instead of
gradually, because we have delayed the development of your natural
abilities. We could start you now, if you wish." I said "Please, no. I
like who I am right now. Please let me enjoy what I have a little
longer. It's really great being me, and I love it, and you, all of you,
for allowing it to happen." Then I broadcast my love so strongly, I
think the whole school might have felt it. He said "Wow!" I said "We
hear that a lot." We grinned through our tears. I said "Can I sit with
you?" He held out his arms, and I climbed onto his lap and kissed and
hugged him. We did that for a while. I said "I like this a lot. I hope
we can do it again soon." He said "Me too. Now I think you should get
back to work, so you can get something done before your morning er,
recess." We grinned at each other again, and I left.
That "recess" was a lot of fun. Most of the students weren't at camp,
so they didn't know I could squirt. Well, they found out then, and
tried to make me do it as much as they had time for. 6 times! When we
were cleaning up, I said, "I'm going to have to drink a lot of liquids,
to keep this going." They laughed, and kissed me on the way out the
door. I didn't complain.
When I got home that afternoon, there was Ichi, unpacking. He was
late a week, coming back from Japan. I helped him, and he told me about
his summer there. It was very interesting. Then we had supper. Then I
told him about my summer. Then we had to take care of our jumping
boners that caused. And again. I said, while were resting and hugging,
"I missed you." He said "I missed you, too. All my relatives are nice,
but they aren't as smart or as nice as you are. I think I love you.
It's not sexual, even though that's VERY good, by the way. It's
something else." I said "Now you know what I feel for everybody." He
said "Thank you." I said "What for?" He said "For helping me to feel
this way. It's the greatest gift in the world, and I will treasure it
all my life." I didn't know what to say after that, so I kissed him
instead, with my love. Not that I needed a particular reason to do
that.
Goodbye for now,
Stephen
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Grant
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