Stephen's Secure Blog #13
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 #13 "SpaceBalls"
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After supper, Ichi and I ported to our space arena. I said "We need a
scoreboard. It should be placed where the spectators can see it, and
us, too. Got any ideas?" He said "Line this side wall with clear
plastic, and put it behind it. Same for the far walls." I said "And
controlled from the gallery, only with referee's hand on the sensor."
He said "Right. Refreshment stand, too, and rest rooms, wouldn't hurt."
I said "Right, for people flushed with excitement." He came back with,
"What a waste." We laughed and hugged each other. Then we built and
installed those things. Yes, WE. He had learned how to automate from
the new crystal, and applied it to his 4th controls, after making new
finer ones. I showed him where he could port the parts and materials
from, such as the astroid belt for metals. In a few minutes we were
finished, and he grabbed me and cried. He said "I never dreamed I could
do anything like this. Awesome beyond words." I said "I'll tell you a
secret. I didn't know if you could. It requires a very high level of
intelligence to plan and do this in real time. I didn't look at your IQ
when I inventoried you." He said "222" I said "Wow!" He grinned and
said, "I hear that a lot." We laughed and hugged again.
We ported to Zander and told him we would have more spectators for
the first new game, which Pete would referee. Then we ported to the
hanger, just before they arrived. So, we ported to the arena with Pete,
Race, Rod, Chad, Lance, Jan, Nigel, and Tim. Mac stayed home with the
girls, but would be watching with a viewpoint. I addressed the crowd,
"We changed some of the rules from when we first created this. To see
them, touch the crystals in the chair armrests. The instructions for
the referee are in the crystal on the console." We had put a forcefield
between the players, so it wouldn't let a player through, but would let
a ball through. That way we could bounce off of it in null-g. I said
"We will start in 1g, and then try it without gravity after that. After
a lot of practice, we will try it with random gravity variations, with
a lot more personal protection." We were already suited up, so we
ported into the court and took up our places. I said "Ref, please place
a single ball in the forcefield. We might try more balls later. When
you sound the buzzer to start the period, we will try to hit the ball
with our body's energy. When you are ready." The buzzer sounded, and
the ball was in play. I reacted faster, and the ball speeded to hit
Ichi, but he hit it back to me, and I hit to so it would bounce off a
wall to him, and he hit it back to me like that. I said while we were
doing more of that, "This is boring. Add 3 more balls." Then they were
flying all over the place, and we weren't just trying to hit them, but
were dodging them too. We had to. We were using hard handballs. You do
NOT want to get hit with them. I scored a hit on Ichi, and he hit me
right after that. In the upper leg. I really felt that. Then I said,
"Ichiban, want to try null-g?" He grinned and said, "Onegai!"
Then we were bouncing all over the court, and not just the flying
balls. We were hit, and we hit back, and did all kinds of acrobatics in
bouncing off the walls and forcefield. The opaquing goggles didn't
affect me, because I wasn't using my eyes, anyway. I doubted Ichi was,
either. Then the buzzer sounded. We positioned ourselves on the floor,
so gravity could be restored. I said to the spectators, "Is this worth
the trouble?" They all talked at once. Then Pete took the lead and
said, "I like the different levels. You two are too good for the easy
one, probably better than any other students, by far. When you did
null-g with 4 balls, it was really wild! Very entertaining. If we
recorded it and put it on TV, nobody would believe it was real, but
they would enjoy it nonetheless. Maybe even pay to see it. Even without
personal energy, and hit by hands. You do have something here as it is,
the first action sport for Adepts, and very good for training. Great
work!" Ichi and I were tired and sweaty, but very happy with the
result. We ported to the locker room and stripped and showered off, and
put our regular clothes back on, and went to join the others. We got a
lot of hugs and kisses. Pete said "I'll make a crystal of the action,
and pass it around in some of the classes, and see if any students want
to try it. I suspect we'll have this court well occupied. Thank you.
Well done!" Ichi and I practically grinned our faces in half. We all
said our farewells and ported to our various destinations.
I said in Zander's living room, "Well, Zander, what did you think of
it?" He grinned and said "Who do I face first?" I said "Do you really
think you are ready for that?" He said "No, but I don't care." I said
"I like that." We grinned. I said "After some more training, we'll see.
For now, something else. Do you remember how it felt when you pushed
that picture of the ring at me?" He said "Yes." I said "That's
projection. In my last and current incarnation, I was born with the
ability to project my love, which I value more than any of my other
abilities. With practice, you can project anything you can experience,
to others, and in some cases, as images in space. You have that
ability. It's not strong now, but you can strengthen it with practice.
Some examples." I projected to him the feeling of what it felt to have
my nuts licked. He practically jumped out of his chair. He said in
surprise, "What was THAT?" I said "There is a certain part of my body
which is unusually sensitive to touch, much more than almost any other
human." Ichi said "No, you didn't!" I nodded, and he burst out
laughing. I said to Zander, "Our soft and highly sensitive skins,
compared to your scales, do offer some compensations for their
vulnerability." He said "That I can surely believe!"
I said "Now for an illusion." I projected the 3D scan of the ancient
dig we camped at some kilometers to the west, many years in the past,
and told him what it was. I said "When you use your illusion as a
framework to use your energy on, converted to visible light, it can be
seen by the eyes, organic and mechanical. You can program that, too.
Something for you to practice tonight, after the fireworks. Before we
go outside for that, here is a crystal. It has a program that will work
as long as you wear it, which uses your own abilities to maintain your
close air temperature. When it can, it uses environmental energy
through you, and not your own. Until you improve your skills, while you
use this, it may reduce your ability to project your energy like we did
in the SpaceBall game. Wait till you get outside before you put it on
the first time, so you can notice the effect more." He said "Thank you
very much! When can I learn to make these crystals?" I said "I don't
know if we will have time enough to bring your skills to the necessary
level to do the simplest ones. It requires a very fine object sense,
very strong and fine projection, and superior mind management, just to
make a basic crystal. To make one with an index and file system, it
could take years of practice, and still most adepts never can do it
well. Pete has a talent for it. I don't know who else of the current
adepts can do it well. I'm sorry for your disappointment."
We ported to the roof of hanger 1. I put the fireworks crystal to my
forehead, and east, out to the sea, we had our fireworks show. They
enjoyed it. I said "All that was done by my own abilities, but it took
me a week to program the crystal then." Zander asked, "Who is Debbie?"
I said "My wife in my past incarnation. She was killed when our son was
2 years old." He said "I am sorry." I said "Thank you, but we believe
in reincarnation, so she isn't really lost. However, I was damaged by
my love connection to her when she was walking and hit by an out of
control car. It took me a few months to recover from that injury, and I
lost my remaining few psionic abilities then. Anyway, that's all in the
past. I am the new me, who can experience the feeling I gave you any
time I want to, with the assistance of my friends, which is a lot."
Ichi and I grinned at each other. I said to Zander, "And I share it
with my friends, at their constant request." Zander said "I can well
believe that." We grinned some more, and ported back inside, and said
our goodnights. Then Ichi and I ported to our bedroom.
Ichi said "Right about making crystals. I don't know anybody besides
you and Pete, who is good at it. I'm not." I said "I think you will be.
I suspect our stones might help us with that." He said "Oh, that could
be. Thanks. Thank you for everything!" He kissed and hugged me. We
mutually decided to make happen the feeling I had given Zander. He
played with my nuts, and I put it in the link at the highest intensity
we could take, and we squirted very hard, very fast. Then we did it
slow and easy for a long time, and pumped boners to squirt. While we
were resting, he said, "I can't believe you projected that. I almost
died laughing." I said "I didn't think about it, except it was the
first thing I thought of. I didn't consider how insensitive his skin
is, compared to ours. I agree, it WAS funny, though." We giggled some,
before we went to sleep in each others' arms.
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