Stephen's Secure Blog #25
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 #25 "Chop Sticking"
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Ichi said we should sleep in separate beds in his room, because his
parents didn't approve of boys sharing a bed, and really didn't approve
of sex play. We didn't like it. He would have shared his bed if I had
insisted on it, but he knew I wouldn't go against his parents' rules. A
guest has duties, too. After breakfast in the morning, we all went to a
dojo to work out. It was a big place which hosted a lot of martial arts
styles. His father was very good. Too good to have almost popped his
eyes out when he saw Ichi and me practice together. I think he was
surprised that we were beyond the belt ranking system. I had to tell
him we don't use Adept powers in fighting practice, that we do it for
fun, exercise, and the art. I could tell that impressed him. I did have
to tell him about our Ki. He showed us he could use it a little. Then
he wanted us to demonstrate what we could do. I bowed and said "Sensei,
we should not show so much. Other people shouldn't see us do that, for
two reasons. It's against our security rules, and it's bad for them to
see and know what they can never do themselves. And it can be very
destructive. In private we can try this." I said to Ichi, "Receive a
strike?" He nodded and set himself. From 3 meters away, I pushed my
open palm at him, and struck him with my energy. I made it cover his
whole body, so it wouldn't have concentrated force, but it still
knocked him off his feet. I told his father, "He agreed to let it
strike him, but he could easily have absorbed the energy and used it to
strike me in return. I made it very gentle so it wouldn't hurt him, but
it can kill and destroy. Knocking a wall down would be one of those
destructive things. The first time I used Ki to help break a board, it
exploded, and people couldn't help noticing too much." He bowed.
I asked Ichi in contact if we should show him the real fight in my
last incarnation. He knew about it and said yes. I said "There is a
record, the only one, of a real fight I had. It was in my last
incarnation. Would you like to view it?" He said "Onegai shimasu." I
ported the crystal to me, and told him how to use it. He was impressed.
I said "My objective was not to hurt him, but to make him a better
person. A year later he came to work for us, and became one of our best
managers." He said "You can do this now?" I said "Yes. That body was
stronger, because I had modified it years before, knowing I would need
to, to survive the battles I would be in. I paid for that later in
life, with painful arthritis. I'm not doing that to this body, but I
have more knowledge and skill now, to take its place, because I
remember more of my past lives than I did then. I didn't have Adept
powers when I was in that fight. I had lost them due to a brain injury.
Those fighting skills, and more, such as ninjutsu, were very useful
when I was in the military and in war. There is no visual record of
them to show you but my own memories, which wouldn't give you much
information, like the memory from a witness would, such as what is in
that crystal." He said "I was going to ask you how it was made. Can
Ichiro make these?" I said "All Senior Adepts can make ones of the
simple variety. Advanced crystals take some special talents only one
other than myself is known to posses, who is the master of our school.
I think that will change soon." I bowed to Ichi, who bowed back with
embarrassment. His father looked pleased and proud.
I said "Ichi and I invented a game together, which uses Ki, for fun
and training. It's like handball, but we strike the balls with Ki, and
score when hitting the opponent with the ball. It gets wild with
multiple balls in play, and really exciting when we play it in no
gravity. Would you like to have a crystal of a game? I see you do." I
made one of a game with Ichi and Percy, and gave it to him. Ichi and I
grinned at his expression when he was reading it. He caught us at it
when he stopped, and grinned in return, and said, "That is amazing! How
did you remove the gravity?" I looked at Ichi, and he said, "Father, I
hesitate to tell you, it's so unusual." His father asked again, so he
said, "The Spaceball Arena uses artificial gravity. When we want no
gravity, we just turn it off, because there is no gravity in space
where the arena is." He said "In orbit? Isn't that dangerous?" I said
very seriously, "I would never risk the health and life of your son for
sport. It is in the same orbit around the sun as the Earth, but a
quarter of the way behind it, and it is shielded against everything
harmful. I'll demonstrate. Here is a similar force shield, which I have
made visible. You can feel and strike it, without danger." He did, and
was impressed. I said "Nothing can get through that, in our three
dimensional universe. No radiation, no meteors; nothing which isn't
allowed. Because of the shield, it's actually the safest place in the
universe to be, and not just because only adepts who can teleport, can
enter it by themselves." Ichi said with pride, "Stephen is very
thorough." His astounded father said, "I see that."
We finished our fighting practice, and then we went to a Shinto
Temple. The Priest in charge noticed our auras, and was very
deferential, and not like in India, very polite. Nothing much happened
until we were leaving. When I bowed, I gave the whole building my love,
and the Priest almost fainted. Ichi had trouble holding in his
laughter. Then we went to a restaurant to have lunch. I did something a
little different there. While we were waiting to be served, I said,
"Chopsticks are made in many different materials. With your permission,
I would like to experiment with some." They looked interested. I said
"What colors would be most pleasing in this situation?" Ichi said
"Black." His father said, "Very light green." His mother said, "I favor
white." I thought for a little, and made out in space, some different
pairs of chopsticks. I ported the white ones to my hand and presented
them to Ichi's mother. I said "They are of milky white sapphire, with
little flecks of platinum throughout." Then the ones for his father. I
said "Rare color of Chrysoberyl Cats Eye, with a twisted eye effect.
Ichi, yours is the most challenging to do in something precious, which
I think you know." I ported them to my hand and gave him his
chopsticks. I said "They are made of black carbon nanotube fibers, in
clear diamond." His parents thanked me in awed politeness, and Ichi
said "Wow!" I grinned and said to him, "I knew it would take a lot to
impress YOU." His had a rippling chatoyant effect, which was a little
spectacular. I said to the group, "I just made these in space using raw
elemental materials in forcefields. It's the first time I tried this. I
think it worked better than I hoped." Ichi said in English, "I'll say!"
Then we ate, and it was very colorful.
Ichi's father said, "You didn't make any chopsticks for yourself." I
said "I don't care about things, except to make art for people to
enjoy. All I need for me is to maintain my body, and my needs to learn,
help people, and share love. Only love has real value to me, not
objects. But a chopstick did once help me save a girl's life." Ichi
said "That must have been interesting." I said "It was, to my brother
Jeremy, after the police chief hit him and knocked him down, for trying
to get the chief to listen to me in an emergency. It was, to the chief,
who was just about to get the second chopstick in a very bad place."
Ichi said "With that build up, you HAVE to tell us all about it now." I
grinned and said, "I do? Well, if you insist." After I told them, I
said, "That was my first use of Ki in a real situation as a Stephen.
The Chief and I became friends after that, and he came to my birthday
parties. He and his officers helped me in some other dangerous
situations. I er, kind of forced him to, by giving him no better
alternative. We had some interesting times. I could tell you about them
later, if you want." Ichi said "If you need any arm twisting, remember
it's three against one." His father tried to look reproving at him, but
the grin he couldn't quite hide kept getting in the way.
After we finished eating, his father asked Ichi if he could make
things like the chopsticks. He said he couldn't. I said "You are
mistaken. I didn't use any psionic abilities you don't have. I'm an
artist and inventor. I think up new things to make, and new ways to do
it, almost continuously. If I give you the pattens, you can make these
yourself. Want to try?" He grinned, and I said, "Right. Stupid
question." His mother smiled. I pushed the programs at Ichi's mind, and
he studied them, and a transparent golden spoon appeared in his hand. I
said "Ah. Imperial Topaz. Very nice." He grinned. I said to his
parents, "Notice he didn't copy anything I made, but created something
new, to show me his mastery of the technique. Now you see one of the
reasons why I love him so. Nobody could have a better student. Or
friend. Of all the people on Earth who are not aware reincarnations, he
is the most intelligent and the most capable, in known objective
measurements. I am so proud to know him, I don't know how to express
it." Ichi dripped tears, and his love for me flowed around the table,
to mingle with mine. And his parents'.
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