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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #7 "Zander's Rescue, Part 1" +*+*+*+
Date: 2 Apr 2012 16:55:01 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #7
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
later, 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 March of year 2 of his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #7 "Zander's Rescue, Part 1"
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In school, I finished up one of my dissertations, and two of my
theses. Then managed the recess, which had a lesbian in it. That drew
some favorable comments. When they had enough breath to make some. Then
lunch, and still no word from Zander. After lunch, I contacted Ichi,
and then Pete, and said, +I told Zander I would contact him if I didn't
hear from him in a reasonable time. So, I'm going to contact him now.
Want to tag along?" He said +Of course. I like watching you work.+ I
contacted Zander and said, +This is Stephen. Pete and my brother Ichi
are with me. Do you have any difficulties which have prevented you from
arranging another meeting?+ He said +Greetings Stephen, Pete, and Ichi.
Yes, there is a difficulty. I have been denied permission to use the
transports. They are said to be unavailable for what you call
sightseeing. You were correct in your suspicions, unfortunately.+ I
said +There are things we can do about it, if you want to. One way to
possibly get permission, is that you are trying to get information from
the people who helped you in the past, and other things you witnessed,
which showed evidence of advanced technology. We don't care much for
that plan, and the station manager might not believe it, or worse,
might believe it too well. Another way is for us to go there in our
ship, which is different from any other, and ask for you. We would have
the appearance of any other species you would designate, and they would
think you were paying a diplomatic call, and not playing with the
primitive natives. That way could be extended to have you staying with
those friends until your ship departs. That would be fun for us, but
would involve some risk of the deception being discovered. For the last
way, we can apport you out at any time you want, and port you back the
same way. We could maintain a watch on your rooms, and have you back
there the moment anybody goes looking for you, or use other methods to
prevent them from knowing you are not there. What is your choice?+
Zander said+ The last way would be the most convenient, but I favor
the second, in that there would be less stress and worry, and would
make the best use of my remaining time.+ I said "I agree. Pete?+ He
said +Let's set up the plan, and then decide if it will work
effectively. Porting is always an option.+ I said +Ichi?+ He said +We
would need to have the specifications of the lifeform we are to
impersonate, first, so we can determine if we can manage it so it looks
real. None of us would like to pretend to be a snake or a fish.+ I
laughed and said, +Good point. Zander?+ He said +We don't know any
people the size and shape of Stephen but the Van, and they are not
welcome here. There is a species called Tsuriss, who look like upright
felines of the size of Pete, who we are very friendly with.+ I said
+Information of them is in our database, but not enough about their
transports. Do they use standard models, or individualized er, wrecks?+
He laughed and said, +Both, and they buy ships from the open market.+ I
said +Fine. When will you be ready?+ He said +Any time. I'm not doing
anything at all here, which is annoying, when I could be doing
something so worthwhile with you.+ I said +I completely understand. We
will let you know when the preparations are complete, and we come for
you. Closing the connection.+ I did, and said, +Pete, it looks like you
are going to have a PURRRRfectly fun time.+ He laughed and said, +But I
hope, not CATastrophic. Let's meet at hanger 1. Discom.+
We ported to the reception island, into the hanger. I said "After
this, we should add some of the functions in the new things I made, to
the ships." Pete said, "At the rate you're going, we'll be constantly
doing that." I was a little embarrassed, and said, "Oh." I got some
hugs. We went into the ship, and to the control room. Pete called up
the information on the cat people. Ichi said "Has to be in the
CATalog." Pete groaned, and I tickled the pun maker. Because everything
was computerized, and controlled by the mind, it was easy to patch
visuals and audio from the species database and language translator to
the communications system. He would look and sound like a cat to
Zander's people in ship to station communication. The real problem was
if he had to speak to them in person. I said "How warm do the cats like
it?" Ichi was looking at the information and said, "Warmer than us, but
not as warm as the station, but they like more humidity. The station's
dryness would give a cat some serious fluffiness and static
electricity. They are a proud and vain people. Maybe they wouldn't want
to go in there or stay long." I said "Would be a bone of CATention with
them." I got poked. I said "Wait." I thought hard. A minute later, I
ported a crystal to me, and put a lot of very complicated instructions
in it. I made a mount for it and put it on a chain. Then I gave it to
Pete, and said, "If you wear this, to them you will be the cat in all
things. It's an active and reactive light reflecting illusion so it
will deceive cameras, and it uses 4th manipulation. If they touch you,
which they shouldn't, they will feel your fur. If you talk, they will
hear what we want them to hear, to match the movement of your cat
mouth, and your real voice will be silenced. If you want to scratch
them, your 4th claws will do a really good job. It incorporates a
shield, too. If they want to claw or hit you, you won't be hurt. All of
that actually uses your own abilities, directed by the crystal, so you
don't have to think about it. Just don't try to lick anybody." Pete and
Ichi said Wow and laughed at the same time.
Pete said "I think we're ready." I said "I'll contact Zander." I did,
and he was ready, with all his belongings he was going to take with him
on the ship home. I stayed in contact with him, just in case. We went
invisible and floated out of the hanger. We flew very fast to where his
station was, and set our communications to their frequency. Through a
hole in our invisibility field, we made contact. We could see a
Ssintris on the screen. Pete said "Please ask Inspector Zander to
communicate with us." The Ssintris said, "What is your reason?" Pete
said "He made an appointment to visit us, and has not kept it. We would
know why." The Ssintris said, "Wait." I said to the connection, +They
sure aren't overly polite.+ Zander said, +We usually are. I don't know
why they are acting this way.+ I said +They are 'pathing about
something they want to hide from you. A misappropriation of some kind.
Oh, got it. They are stealing intoxicants from the locals. Dangerous if
they get caught. I'll investigate, and put the details in a crystal.+
Zander said +So you succeeded in decoding our telepathy!+ I said +Yes,
and in the middle of supper.+ He laughed. I said +They are still
arguing over whether to hand you over, or kill you. We won't let them
kill you, so don't worry about that. If they won't let you take your
baggage with you, we will port it out. They've decided. You can go with
us.+ He said +Your suspicions were right. They won't let me take
anything. I'm coming out.+ He did, and we opened the airlock for him,
and the cat Pete stood in it to greet him, so his people wouldn't
suspect anything wrong. Ichi and I went to the lounge where Pete had
brought him, and Pete left to go to the control room to fly us back to
the hanger.
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