Stephen's Secure Blog #23
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 the Summer just after year 2 of his
special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #23 "Moving System Van"
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The 5 of us were ready, in working clothes, and with full adept kits.
We ported to one of the hangars on our island in The Philippines. I
went alone to the insulated area where an intact Van shuttle space ship
was. I stood in front of it and sent it mental commands which a Van
pilot would use. A door opened up, and a ladder came down to the
ground. I went into the ship and into the very small pilot's cockpit. I
took complete control of the craft. Then I told the others in contact
that it was safe to board. They did, into the passenger and cargo area,
with only a little room left over. I said in contact, +You guys could
have had more breakfast, and still would have fit.+ Ichi said +We could
wasn't that hungry. I turned on the reflection absorber, making us
effectively invisible. Then I turned on the external gravity controls,
and we floated out of the hangar and into the sky. In a few minutes we
were clear of the atmosphere and on our way to the moon.
15 minutes later, we were near enough to the station, at the back
side of the moon, for it to notice us and warn us off. I gave the
special signal the bed had given me when I was there before, to the
station to identify myself. I was told to proceed. We went closer, and
a part of the rocky surface opened up and away from the ground, leaving
a big gaping deep hole. I guided the craft down and into it, and set it
down on the smooth surface next to a row of shuttles identical to the
one we were using. A tube extended out from the wall and connected to
our ship's airlock. I left the cockpit and joined the others in going
out the airlock and into the tunnel, and through another airlock, and
into the station. I said "Wows are in order." They were too busy
looking around, to laugh much. We already knew what was there, from the
information I was given before, but we looked around anyway. The main
room was very big; the size and shape of a gigantic domed football
stadium, but without the bleachers. Or the players. There were a lot of
fancy looking things in it. A row of beds like the one we had in the
Temple. Banks of computer equipment. Offices enclosed in 1 meter high
partitions. A whole section which had machine, manufacturing, and
repair equipment. There were rooms off of the main room, such as the
hangar we had come in from, and storage and living quarters. The
lighting was bright and useful. The gravity was set to be a little less
than earth normal. The air smelled fresh. There was a fusion reactor
taking up much of the space underneath the floor. Each part of the base
had some emergency suspended animation pods in them. A lot of them were
occupied by Van bodies.
There was, high on the wall of the main room, a series of glassed in
offices which were for the station manager and admin staff. He was
still there, in his pod. After our individual explorations, we met
there. I said "Any comments?" Madia said "Er, wow?" We laughed. I said
"We know what to do, but we still have to figure out what to do with
all this, afterwards. It's too good to waste, but we don't need it. If
you think of a good use for this, don't keep it to yourself. For now,
I'm going to contact the master computer. Stay in connection if you
want to listen in." They did. The first thing I asked the computer was
how to deal with the other stations. It said "I can do that for you.
When you arrived the first time, and we decided to support you against
the Van, we turned off all contact with the other stations. I can turn
that back on again and reestablish communications. I am the master
computer for all the stations, and I can order them to do what you want
them to do." I said "The time delay could be a problem, if the Van
could somehow warn the other stations to disable their computers. We
could set up a relay between one of our ships and this station, for
instantaneous communication to each station in order. There are other
ways, if we can remove what is causing the interference with our use of
the 4th here. If possible, we need to do that before anything else." I
gave the computer the technical details of the problem, and we
discussed what was causing it. It gave us instructions in how to modify
some of the equipment which ran and protected the station. We worked 15
hours straight to get that done. When my stone declared it was safe to
use the 4th and to port, we said goodbye and all ported home for rest.
We had brought our food with us. I did something extra. I ported back
and forth between the Earth and the Moon to make sure it was really
safe, before I allowed anybody else to try it. Any adept could port to
the moon base, but we had already made the rule that those who knew,
who didn't have stones, wouldn't do that without my permission, until
we had settled what to do with the stone people.
After a day of rest, we all ported back to the moonbase. I gave them
charmed cards of the 4th storage containers to port the Van into, and
then we had the master computer set all the pods to wake up the Van in
them. As soon as they were awake enough to live outside the pods, we
ported them in the sleep we put them back into, our way, to a room we
had insulated, so they couldn't command any of their machines. Then I
read their minds and copied anything useful in them to crystals. Then
we ported them into the containers, stacked like sardines, but without
that fishy smell. They wouldn't be experiencing any time in them, so we
didn't have to worry that there wasn't enough air in them. Then we
attached a radio relay into the 4th, to the master computer, and put
the other transceiver in the Van ship. We went back into the ship, and
flew to each of the other stations, on Mars, on the asteroid Ceres, and
on an unnamed moon of Neptune, in that order, and the master computer
on the moon communicated with each of them, and gave them orders which
resulted in the Van going into the pods, and us being allowed inside
after landing our ship there. Then we did in those stations what we did
in the moon station. That took three days. There were two Van ships in
flight, and we took care of them, too. Then there were no more Van in
our solar system. The first time in thousands of years.
Next was demolition. We left a single Van ship in each station, and
two in our possession on Earth, and destroyed all the others, after
taking out each of the stone people who were in them, one to a ship. We
took out the stone people who were in the matter transmitters, before
destroying them, too. Then we asked the bed stone people what they
wanted. Some wanted to be free of the beds, so we did that. Some wanted
to stay in them and stay in the station. Most wanted to stay in the
beds and be on Earth. We ported the beds to rooms in the school, and
the free stones to a room in the moon station. We left the stones in
the computers and other instruments, at their request. We didn't
destroy any of the stations, because we didn't like to waste them, and
we could always remove them before they were discovered, at a moment's
notice.
We invited the seniors to the moonbase and showed them around, and to
the other bases as well, so they would know how to port there on their
own. Then we had a meeting on the moon. Pete said, "First, I want to
say to the Team, well done, and thank you!" There was applause and
cheering. We waved. He said "In our role as Guardians, having emergency
stations throughout the system isn't likely to be a bad thing, so I
think we should keep them running for the time being. This station can
be used for offices and research we don't want nosy people on Earth to
know about. Not for living, though. We need that contact with regular
humanity to keep our own." I said "We'll install Port-Alls between the
stations and Earth, so if we have to bring people, including aliens,
here who aren't adepts, they don't know we can port ourselves. It may
never happen, but it doesn't hurt too much to be prepared." Nigel said
"Right." There wasn't much said after that, so they left, except for
Percy, who I had asked in contact to stay
I said to Percy, after I had opened an insulated box, "Do you feel
anything unusual here?" He said "Yes I do. Something is calling to me
in friendship." I said "Go to it." He noticed we all had tears, and
they were in happiness for him, but he was mystified by that, and still
went to the box and looked inside and saw his stone I had put in a
pendant mount and on a chain. I said "Take it. It's yours, now, and
through all your lifetimes to come." He was amazed and put the chain
around his neck. Ichi gave him the crystal which explained about it. He
cried. I gave him the other information I had about the stones with a
direct push. He cried some more. We all hugged and kissed him. Then I
said, "Lets push the beds together to make a big one, for us to play
on. They like it, so why not share our celebration?" They agreed and
did that, and we did what we usually do to have sexual fun, and two
ours later, we were too exhausted to move. I asked my stone how they
liked it, and he said, "All of us in the station experienced it with
you. It has been demanded of me to give you their gratitude in full
measure." I said "Please tell them it pleases us to please them. After
all the time being captives of the Van, they sure deserve something
nice! We are going to set this up in our bedrooms on Earth, too." He
said with humor, "That is likely to be somewhat interesting for them."
I laughed.
That's what we did. All the stoned adepts had stoned beds, and
multiples put together to make larger beds if they wanted, like Ichi
and I did. The bed in the insulated room was moved out of that and into
the other bedroom, and was very happy about that. I didn't tell anybody
that sleeping on the beds would help them to live longer and improve
their psionic abilities, but I think they guessed it anyway. When
school starts again in the fall, we will expose the new loose stones to
the students, and hope for new members of the stoned team.
Hawk and Mgambe slept over the night before Ichi and I were going to
Japan. Hawk said to me in bed after a lot of exhausting sex play, "I
love you more than ever." I said "I accept, but that's all I can do for
now. Do your parents know?" He said "They know I'm bi and that I love a
boy who cares for me but isn't in love. They know about our adept
training, and have partially open third eyes. Many Navajo do. They know
you are the most powerful of us and would like to meet you." I said "I
would like that. I'm going to Japan with Ichi tomorrow, for a week.
After that I expect to be available for other visits. Want me?" He said
"Always!" I said "That's not exactly what I meant." We giggled
together. He said, "Yes. Please visit with me and them." I said "Yes. I
would like that, and not just because you would." We hugged and kissed,
and love filled our private world of sleep.
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