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Stephen's Secure Blog #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. Then he wrote to an artificial
intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his school for
gifted students, which he started attending in 2016. Now it's 2018, and
he's continuing to save his memories in a secure blog.
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 12 in this story, in February of year 2 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #1 "A New Truth"
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The way things are going, there might really need to be a record of
my lives. Not that I'm complaining. I didn't complain when Tomba asked
me to lie down on the strange bed. He said he was going to align my
chakras. He moved his hands over my body, and up toward my head. When
he reached it, there was a big soundless explosion inside my brain.
When I woke up, I was confused. Tomba gave me a crystal and said, "If
you're confused, you should look in this." I did.
Then I looked up at him and said, "Interesting reading. I hadn't
realized how cute I was." He said "What?" I said, "The way I wrote when
I was young, the last time. Cute." He said "Oh." I said, "Yes, I'm
back. You don't have to look so strange about it. I'm still the current
Stephen, too, and I'm glad of that. I suspect you are, too." He cried
and hugged me. I said "Now YOU are MY hero, twice. Thank you." We both
cried.
I said "Let's go sit in the living room." We went and sat. I said "I
need the crown to make sure I'm stable." He nodded, and ported it to
the table. I took it out of the box and leaned back and put it on. My
mind exploded outward, to cover the entire Earth. I noticed Zander was
back, and in his station near Roswell. I scanned out toward the Van's
sun, and found their ship, and scanned it. I made note it would be
arriving, if I let it, in about 9 years. Then I scanned the solar
system for traces of the Van, and found their stations. Then I scanned
their homeworld, and the homeworld of Zander, which was the center for
the Galactic Council. I noticed there were the Guardians I had expected
to be there, but found no indication they could manipulate things
through the 4th, or use 4th energy. I made sure they couldn't detect my
scans. I pulled my mind back, and took off the crown. 10 minutes had
lapsed.
Tomba said "I was getting a little worried." I said "I took the
opportunity to do a little scanning around. Zander is back. The Van
relief ship is about 9 years away, and the Guardians on Zander's
homeworld, which is the headquarters of the GC, don't show evidence
they understand or can manipulate through the 4th." He said "Wow!" I
said "I hear that a lot." We laughed. And hugged some more. I said "The
old me would be content to do this with you for hours. The new
composite me, has the impatience of youth." He said "Don't let me hold
you back." I said "Try harder." He laughed, and did. It worked for a
while. Then we got up, and he gave me my stone, in a new wrist strap. I
bowed with my hands together in front of me and said, "Thank you, Abbot
Tomba." He bowed in return, and said, "You're welcome, Master Teacher
Stephen." I said "I need to have a conference with the table and the
crown." We went back into the bedroom, and I laid back down on it.
I heard from my stone, "Greetings, Stephen." I said "Hello to you
too. I think it worked. Can you tell me what was done, and what I have
now?" He said "We modified your current body as you wished. You are
stronger and faster than what is normal for your species. You have
extended senses, which includes your extra hearing. Your IQ equivalent
is too variable to describe in a short time. Your base number would be
near 1600. Your mental abilities, which you now call psionic, are the
same as when you left your previous body, but 60% enhanced, and
expected to improve, with an extra thing which we don't understand. You
will have to discover what it is on your own. You can expect a normal
life span of 500 years. Take care of your teeth. I sense your question.
These enhancements are genetic and dominant. That's why they took so
long, which was the only way they could be made stable and reliable." I
said "Can you do this to anybody?" He said "I don't know. A base
requirement would be an affinity, such as you have, with one of us. We
could not have done this to the Van." I said "How fast could you do it
to one such as Tomba, who is older than I was?" He said "That is
different. If it is restoration of adult vigor and power, and some
advancement in psionic abilities, and an extended lifespan, without
reduction in physical size, it could be accomplished in about a month.
Genetic modification of reproductive organs would proceed afterward at
a slower pace, but not noticeable to the subject. That would take
another two months." I said "Thank you. That's good to know. I don't
know anybody else who can qualify, but Tomba, and I think he would
refuse. In fact, it would be cruel to ask him." He said "We agree."
I said "I am able to help your people to do whatever they wish. If I
knew what they wished. Going to help me with that?" He said "Not at
this moment. We are undecided." I said with humor, "Big help YOU are."
I felt his appreciation of my humor. I said "Would you at least tell me
what your options are? I care about you very much. I am ready to act,
whenever you are." He said, "We like being with people like you, but
realize there are very few. We like sharing your view of the world
which we can't perceive otherwise. We like helping intelligence to
expand." I said "But you still won't make it so I can communicate with
you, except when there are enough of you in contact, like here on this
bed." He said with his own kind of humor, "Would you have made that
statement if you had tried, before you had formed your current
opinion?" I said "Oops! You got me." I laughed, and I could feel his
amusement, too. I said "I appreciate your humor, too. Do you think I
should check if Zander and his people are suitable for your kind, for
affinity? I would like to, and more of my people as well. I have some
loose er, members of your kind who might be available for that." He
said "That would be interesting. Please." I said "Great. Now we're
doing something. Next, is about this room and the bed. We can't move it
out of this insulating room until the Van won't be able to do anything
about it. That will happen in less than a year. Any thoughts about
that?" He said "The people in the bed are content to stay in it, but
would very much like to be free of this room. They understand the
necessity of hiding, and agree with it, and look forward to being able
to let their minds roam again in the near future." I said "When I fully
resolve the issue of the Van, they will no longer be allowed to leave
their homeworld, and all the technology they have which would allow
them to leave it, will be removed, including all of your people. Do you
object to that?" He said "No, we don't. We approve." I said, with
humor, "Then you'd better hurry up and decide where you want me to put
you all, sometime before their ship arrives in nine years. I'm not the
patient type. Don't make me suffer." He said with humor. "We'll try our
best to please you." I said "Thanks. Would you like the crown on the
bed?" He said "Yes please." I said "I'll tell Tomba, and he'll make a
special uninsulated box for it, and put it on the bed. It's been great
talking to you. Thanks for all your help. I give you my love." I did
that to the bed, and got off of it.
I said to Tomba, "They want the crown again. I suggest you put it in
a regular box, in case somebody sees it and tries it on. You might want
to have a conversation with them once in a while, even if it's just to
help them with humor application. They are nice people. I expect to
have the local Van problem solved in less than a year, and then we can
move them out into the open, which they really want." He nodded. I said
"Would you ask Chad if he's available for a private meeting with me? I
don't want to do it myself. It would be too much of a shock for him to
perceive the change, before he sees me in person." He said "Yes, that
is wise. He is ready." I said "Thank you for all you have done, are
doing, and will do." We bowed to each other, and hugged and kissed.
I ported to Chad's office. I climbed onto his lap, and hugged and
kissed him. We cried. I explained who I was, like I had explained to
Tomba, and what I discovered from using the crown, but not telling I
was using it. I told him what the bed had said about their kind, too.
Then I said, "I have a problem. Who should know about my return, who
didn't know it could happen?" He said "Nobody who doesn't need to know,
and you know why." I said "That brings us to another problem. What was
done for me, can be done for anybody who has an affinity with one of
the stones like mine, and the stones crave that relationship, but they
are the ones who choose. We will be getting a lot of them from the Van
when I remove all their stolen technology, and will try to match stones
with adepts. What was done to me isn't necessary for other people. They
could be given mature youth, such as what a 22 year old would have,
with some enhancements, in about a month. There are two questions.
Should we offer it to er, stoned adepts? And should it be mentioned to
others who might not qualify, because if it does happen, it's bound to
be noticed." He said "No. Don't mention or offer. I wish you hadn't
told me, but I understand why you did. It's not a decision just one
person should make. You knew it shouldn't happen, and I agree with you.
We need to evolve as individual spirits, and as a species, much more
than we need to continue as individual memory sets." I said "I couldn't
trust myself on this one. I'm very sorry to tempt you like that, but
there is no one else I can trust to decide it with the most
intelligence and human feeling possible." We cried together.
We had a meeting of all who knew what might happen, with Chad, Tomba,
Rod, Race, Pete, and Nigel. I told them some of my plans, and we agreed
to keep what really happened to me, a secret, except that I actually
might be the reincarnation of the first Stephen, which is already
common knowledge. Adepts would know something had changed, because my
aura was the brightest around, now. That would be explained by the
opening of my Third Eye, and my subsequent elevation to Senior Adept
status. I was informed Ichi was already an Adept, and that I didn't
have to hide that from him, and most of the other students over 12.
Pete said "Zander has been asking to see you. I told him you might be
available soon. He's only going to be here another month." I said
"Please tell him I'll see him in a week. I have some things to do
before then. It doesn't matter how long he stays. When I want him, he
will come. He's going to be my escort to the Galactic Council, when I
want that to happen. Oh, and if you want to watch our meeting, do it
from a 4th viewpoint, not in contact. I plan to engage him mentally,
and don't want him to see you in there with me. He's an Adept now."
Nigel said "You planned this from the first meeting, didn't you." We
grinned at each other. He said to the others, "He wants their Guardians
on our side. The best way to do that, is to make Zander their boss."
Race said "Wow!" We all laughed.
I said "There is something I need to tell you. I am the previous
Stephen who loves you with all my heart. At the same time, I'm the new
boy Stephen, who loves you with all my heart. Physically, I'm that boy.
This means if I want to climb onto your laps and hug and kiss you, and
be treated as a boy who loves you, you better not deny me, if you know
what's good for you. Got it?" Their feelings told me they got it, even
though they were too overcome with those emotions to speak. We did a
lot of hugging and kissing, before we left to go to our various homes.
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