Stephen's Outline Part #1
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 an old man, and is
preparing to make some important decisions. This is his outline of his
life after he stopped writing in his logbooks, and parts of what the
outline points to, and then his preparation for what he is going to do.
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's Outline Part #1, C "And After That"
Part 1, C
I went to visit Chad and Wanda. He noticed my brighter aura right
away. He said "Back?" I said "Yes." He said "Good." Then he told Wanda
what we were talking about, and we all hugged and cried together. After
that, I told them what I was planning to do. Chad said "Interesting."
Wanda cried some more. I said "I don't know when I will decide. I have
a feeling that something will happen which will decide it for me, in 2
years or less." Chad said "I'll wait. Are you going to tell the
others?" I said "Only Tomba knows all. I'll tell the rest just that my
abilities are back. If they try to inventory me, I'll only let them see
me as I was before the injury. I'm so much more now, I don't want to
scare them. You, I couldn't and wouldn't keep from knowing, naturally."
He said "I love you, too. So you're good enough now to cheat on an
inventory, too? Wow!" We grinned.
Chad called for the meeting in his home, that evening. Arriving, were
Pete, Rod, Jan, Nigel, and Race. They all noticed my new brighter aura.
Chad announced "Stephen is back, and in full power. And wrinkles." I
said "Look who's talking!" He said "But on ME, they look good." I said
with a grin, "You need a new mirror." There were smiles all around, and
then we all hugged and kissed. After a lot of that, I said, "My
abilities are back, but not me for the enterprise. You all have been
running it so well, I don't want to upset the orange cart." Pete said,
"Don't you mean applecart?" I said "Are they in season this time of
year?" Nigel said "Yes he's back, alright." Then he cried. The others
weren't exceptionally dry eyed. Rod said "So, what will you do?" I said
"Show you up, if I can, with some inventions I have in mind." They all
looked interested. Before they asked, I said, "No, I'm not going to
tell you, until I succeed. I don't want to show off failures. Did I
ever do that before?" They didn't have an answer for that.
I said "First, though, I want to empty the Van prison." Race said
"Kill them?" I said "We could port them back to their planet, but we
don't want them to know what's happening. I plan to make some more
storage containers anchored in the 4th, to keep them in. It will be
more humane, too, because there is no appreciable time in them.
Convenient, and saves on feeding and guarding those ornery diminutive
critters." Pete said "Not a bad idea." I asked him, "What's been
happening with Zander?" He said "22 years ago, he wanted to see you
before he left. Per your request, we told him you weren't available to
see anybody. He said then, he might be back in 30 years or so." I said
"I'll see him then." At their looks, I said, "In my next incarnation,
naturally. This body doesn't have much life left in it. I know I will
live again, so I don't have any fears about changing it for a new one.
Would it be so bad to be a boy again? I'm looking forward to it." Chad
said "Or a girl." I said "Sorry, but very long ago I had a bad
experience as a woman. I've never been one since. I think that might
not change. But YOU, Chad, well, I wouldn't be surprised if you were a
girl next time, and a very pretty one." He grinned and said, "I
wouldn't complain." I kissed him and said, "I wouldn't either." He
looked very interested.
I occupied an office near the labs where Rod spent a lot of his time.
I had my own labs there, too. I invented a thought transcriber. For
regular people, they had to wear a headset with crystals in it. The
matching crystals were in a little computer dongle. With some training,
a person could use and operate a computer without a keyboard and mouse,
much faster than using either of them. An Adept could access the
crystals in the dongle directly, and so didn't have to use a headset.
Rod thought it was a great invention, and made a lot of them, and soon
all the students were just sitting at their computers, not moving
anything but their tongues hanging out of their mouths in
concentration. Then I asked Rod, "What do you think about doing away
with the computer screen?" He almost drooled. I said "How would you
like it, projected from a crystal like a 3D illusion? Or projected into
the mind?" He said "Yes! Can you incorporate thought controlled
resolution and zooming?" I said "I was planning to." He said "Wow!" We
grinned. I did make those. I also made those 4th storage boxes for the
internment of the Van, and stacked them in there like sardines in a
can. I took 10 big refrigerated cargo containers, and removed the
equipment and added special insulation to the inside. Then I painted
different patterns inside each one, so they would be easy to memorize
for porting things into. I gave charmed cards to adepts who were
interested in them, after I ported them to hang in the 4th. All that,
and refining some other inventions, took about 2 years. I still hadn't
decided which way to reincarnate.
One day, Chad asked me for a conference. He was in emotional
distress. He pointed my mind to a hospital room, and said, "This is one
of our, yours and mine, great grandsons, Stephen Chad Holmes. He is 2,
and not expected to survive. His spirit is almost gone, just hanging by
a thread. If he is suitable, take him for your next incarnation." He
hugged and cried on me and said, "We've lost him, but having YOU come
from a part of me, would help make up for that." I said "I'm sorry, and
I understand. I'll check." I did a deep scan on him, and ported to the
insulated bedroom in my apartment in the Temple. I laid on the bed, and
asked, "Is this suitable for my needs?" My stone said, "Yes, very much
so, but we must hurry." I said "I'll go make the arrangements." I
contacted Tomba and told him, and he would move the medical equipment
he had ready for this, into the room. That took a day. Then I convinced
the hospitable that the child would be better cared for in a fancy
private hospital, one owned by the enterprise. They agreed, because the
mother was dead, and the father had abandoned him, in grief. I could
definitely relate to that. The boy went to our hospital officially, but
really went onto the special bed in the Temple. His condition improved
dramatically in a few hours. Then one of the life support machines
called for my attention. It was a signal from the bed that I should
communicate with it, so I laid own next to the boy, and my stone said,
"We have to change the plan a little. His spirit wants to leave his
body. It needs to have a spirit in it to survive, for us to work on.
Yours. And within about 5 hours. There you will stay, unconscious until
the body is to your standards." I said "I will have to make the
arrangements. I'll be back before then." He said "Agreed."
I told Tomba, and then I ported to Chad, and told him. He brought in
Jan and Dean, who wrote up a Will, leaving all to the boy, with Tomba
as executor and trust manager. And a Living Will, specifying no life
support for me. Chad said he would make arrangements for good foster
parents for the boy. Nudists, hopefully. We didn't know when he would
be released from the bed, to go to them. Tomba would be appointed legal
guardian to the boy. Then I gathered all my documents, and made new
ones, and organized them with this outline. Chad wanted to be there
when I died. He had become a Medical Doctor, so he could sign the Death
Certificate. But really, he wanted to kiss me goodbye. Tomba knew what
to do for and with me and the boy, in medical care, which Chad would
help with if he wanted to, and after the boy was released, because he
would have no memory. All that would be restored to him when his Third
Eye fully opened.
I'm giving this outline to Tomba to keep, in case the new me needs to
have proof of who he used to be. Then I will lie down on the bed next
to who will be my new self, if all goes well, and kiss Tomba and Chad,
and die. Goodbye, and good luck to us.
End
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Grant
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