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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #21 "Van Enquiry" +*+*+*+
Date: 4 May 2012 18:16:01 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #21
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, near the end of May of year 2 of his
special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #21 "Van Enquiry"
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The referee console was set to automatic, and we were playing null-g
spaceball with 8 balls, and having way too much fun, when we were
connected by Pete. He said +You won't believe this, but there is a Van
at the reception center asking to speak with us.+ I said +Right. I
don't believe it. Have you been drinking?+ He laughed and said, +Want
to play with him?+ Ichi said, +We can make him a ball here.+ More
laughter. I said +We'll kit up and be there soon. Please join us or
monitor.+ Pete said, +Agreed. Discom.+ We shut down the arena and
ported to our bedroom and cleaned up, and put on our gadgets. We had
agreed that aliens shouldn't see Adept Guardians without them, in case
we had to do something special which we needed something to blame it
on. We ported to the island and scanned the area. Their ship was in
hanger 2, and it had only one Van in it. I knew how to scan him without
alarming him into reporting it, and I turned on my telepathy, too, in
passive mode. We ported to the com room, and Pete was there. He said
"He's asking for The Stephen." I said "I've been promoted?" He and Ichi
smiled. I went to the com, and saw it was on the Galactic Council
setting. Ichi saw that too, and said, "Good. He doesn't know we are
people he's supposed to kill on sight." I said "If we are seen by him,
let's use the blur effect. For now, we'll use just audio."
I spoke to the mic and said, "You asked for Stephen. I am here. How
can we help you?" He said "We are told that you help people from
offplanet. We are asking for such help." I said "What kind of help do
you need?" He said "We are unable to access our primary station in this
system, which contains our matter transmitters, and so are not able to
communicate with our home planet." I said "Can you not use other means
for that, such as sending a message with the GC ship which was in this
system recently?" He said "They refused." I said "That is unusual. We
have had friendly occurrences with them, and have found them to be good
people. Why would they not help you?" He said "We don't know." I said
"We need to know. If it is GC policy, we would be very reluctant to go
against that." He said "It is true there have been conflicts between us
in the past, but we do not know the reason for their current refusal to
provide assistance, for which we offer to pay well." I said "Why can't
you access your station?" He said "It does not respond to our coded
signals, and responds with automatically generated violence when we
approach it." I said "So that if one of our ships approaches it, we
will be attacked and destroyed? Is that what you wish to happen?" He
said "No. We hoped you could have a way to avoid that, with technology
which is different from ours." I said "How do you know of us?" He said
"From the manager of the GC research station." I said "He has used you
to try to damage us, because we have placed restrictions on some of his
actions, due to some criminal conduct of some of his personnel." He
said "We didn't know. Then you will not help us?" I said "We will
finish some projects in the coming planet days, and then investigate
your problem. We do not want a rogue station in this system. We know
where it is, just as we know where all your other stations are. How may
we reach you after we conclude our investigation?" He said "A signal of
this kind directed to our station on the fourth planet, when in proper
alignment, should reach us." I said "You will know of the result of our
efforts regarding the issue, within a tenth of a standard GC year." He
said "That is good. Thank you. May I have your leave to depart?" I said
"Yes, please." He closed the connection, and we felt the ship leave the
hangar.
Ichi said "He wants us to do what we were planning to do. Ironic." I
said "I'm getting some ideas. I had been concerned with how to get into
the other stations. We can't port in, or use 4th controls. I think we
should arrange it so they invite us in." Ichi tried to look serious and
said, "The polite thing to do." I said "Right. Another way would be to
tell them we couldn't restore communications between the stations,
because there was a computer programming error which would be
transferred then. We could give them the code to fix that, which
wouldn't actually be very nice to them." Ichi said, "I wouldn't mind
not being nice to them, the dirty rotten bastards who murdered our past
adepts and almost did that to YOU!" I said "Banzai!" Ichi grinned
fiercely. Pete said "In the literal meaning, too." I said "Yes. Could
actually have been going on for ten thousand years. It can wait a few
more days, though. Then we will ask the station computer for advice,
and proceed from there."
Pete said, "If we are finished here, please come to my office with
me, for something else." We did, and he handed us some papers.
Diplomas. I said "Wow! I didn't know I was so busy! FOUR doctorates?"
Pete grinned and said, "Your contributions to math, physics, education,
and computer science, are significant. I expect what you do to
psychology will be Earth shaking, so we'll have to hold onto something
when you finish your dissertation." We laughed. I said "Biochemistry
and sociology are next, and neuroscience. I'll stay with the MS in
anthro, because I don't want to take the time for extended fieldwork.
By the way, Ichi, I loved your dissertation on the indigenous people of
Hokkaido, who could have been the first to visit and live in North
America. VERY interesting!" He was embarrassed, so I hugged him. He
didn't complain. Then I saw he had doctorates in math and astrophysics,
too, and a scholarate between them. I said "Wow! You're a Scholar now.
Your parents are going to burst with pride so hard, we'll feel the
tremors all the way over here!" Pete laughed, and Ichi got even more
embarrassed, so we both hugged him.
Pete said, "One more thing, or things, depending on how you look at
it. This makes official what you've been doing." He handed us some
cards. Business cards. I was President of Horizon Enterprises, and CEO
of the security division, and Ichi was COO there. In that division, I
was Manager of Alien Contact. He was also Vice President for Planning,
of Horizon. Pete said, "Any more titles would run off the cards. You
know it's just for show. You guys run the whole thing, because you're
the best able to. That's how we work it, just like I said to Captain
Zolnox. You decide, and the rest of us do the work." Ichi couldn't say
anything, so I said, "We thank you. I think this deserves a
celebration." I poked Ichi, and said, "And what do we usually do to
celebrate anything?" He got the message, and we grabbed Pete together,
who knew better than to object. Not that he really wanted to. We all
stripped, and did a lot of nut play in the link, as much as we could
take, and as often as could, with a lot of kissing and hugging and
boner stroking. We had 4 great squirting sessions. After some rest,
Pete said, "Awarding degrees is SO strenuous!" I said "Got any more?"
He just groaned, and we laughed, but with a lot of love.
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