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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #27 "Judoka" +*+*+*+
Date: 18 May 2012 17:46:01 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #27
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 #27 "Judoka"
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We went to see Ichi's sister at the Judo Dojo where she teaches. We
drew some attention. It takes a lot of work to hide how good you are in
martial arts, from the experts. They can see that just by the way you
move in ordinary ways. Your precision economy of movement, superior
balance and awareness of your surroundings, and overall physical
confidence, give it away, too. Ichi's parents have it, but Ichi and I
have it much more, and that got us a lot of surprised and knowing
looks. We could see how good they were, too. More easily, because we
were better than them, because we are taught it intensely at the
school, and because Senior Adepts have the ultimate in body and mind
control. His sister came to us when she was available, and we were
introduced. I said, "Your brother didn't tell me you are so beautiful.
Should I beat him up for that omission?" She grinned and said, "Thank
you. Can you actually do that?" I said "I don't know, and we are not
going to try to find out. We could not make ourselves hurt each other.
Still, our full practices can make it look like murder is on our minds.
Played back in slow motion. We go a little fast." I looked at her
father, who nodded to confirm that, which made her look hungry at us.
Ichi said, "We will have to show her." I said "I agree, only to make
her proud of you. Not to show off to others." Their father said, "In
private." We went.
We first borrowed Gis to put on, from the supply they had for guests.
We grinned at the white belts. I said to his sister, "Which art first?
We know a lot of them. We won't be doing Ninjutsu, breaking, or
weapons, because there isn't equipment for it here." She looked at her
father to help her decide, and was gently refused. Ichi and I grinned.
I said in contact with Ichi, +She might choose Aikido, because she
would think it's the most difficult.+ He nodded. She did choose that. I
said "Alright. You can all attack Ichi. Don't hold back. You can't
touch him." They attacked him gently at first, and then with more power
and aggression. Then very seriously, until I said, "Stop!" They
relaxed, looking tired after being tossed all over the mat. Ichi wasn't
tired at all. I said "Another art?" His sister said "What about you?" I
nodded to Ichi, who said, "Stephen is better than I. There would be no
point to testing him." She looked a little disappointed, and then she
looked crafty and said, "Hopkido!" I said "It's a combination of the
Japanese arts of Aiki-jujutsu and Karate, with a little more emphasis
on kicking. If you wanted something more foreign and exotic for you,
you could have chosen the Korean art of Mu Do Kwan. Unfortunately, the
Korean arts are so similar to Japanese arts, varyingly mostly in some
kata, that demonstrating them here wouldn't show any differences." She
looked impressed at my knowledge, but disappointed she wasn't going to
get what she was hoping for. Then she looked more excited and said,
"Shorinji Kempo!" I nodded and said, "Japanese import of Chinese
Shaolin basic fighting. Ready Ichi?" He nodded. We bowed to each other,
and went at it. In most hard styles, people kick with their arms out
for balance. In that style, the arms are held in close to the body.
They also use deeper stances than most Japanese styles. After two
minutes of that, I said "Stop!"
I said "Another art?" She was undecided, so I suggested, "I think
Pentjak Silat, from Indonesia, could give you what you are looking
for." She nodded. Ichi and I demonstrated that art, which has some very
unusual awkward looking attacks, involving interesting acrobatics. They
were VERY impressed. I said "Now for something different. Something
real. Ichi. Protect with Ki." He nodded. I slammed a spinning back
kick, one of the most powerful strikes in martial arts, into his
stomach, with the full force of my body and skill. It just bounced off
him. I said to the group, "That was a real kick which would have killed
most black belts. He didn't let it hurt him. Now, Ichi, like before,
with Ki to me." He struck me with his Ki, from a distance, and I went
flying backward. I got up and said "He can kill with that. One more
demonstration we can do. This might look like less than it is. Ichi,
full power of any strike of your choice, to make my hand move." I held
arm straight out to the side, and palm open. He did a rear leg
roundhouse kick, with the full speed and torque of entire body, and hit
my open palm with a very loud slap. They could see the power he put
into the strike, but my hand didn't move at all, and neither did any
part of my body. I said "I used Ki to anchor my body so it wouldn't
move. Come and try to move my hand." They did, and used their whole
weight, and it didn't move. I said "There is nothing of psionics in
this, just basic use of Ki, at the Master's level. We train for this at
our school, but Ichi and I are the best, and we teach there. Now you
see why we didn't want to display these things in public." They bowed
to Ichi and me, and we bowed in return
We all went to a restaurant for lunch. I asked Ichi in contact, what
his sister knew about the school and Adepts. He said she knew what her
parents knew, after he had said out loud I should make some fancy
chopsticks for her. So I asked her what color she would prefer. She
said "I don't have a preference. You choose." I said "This could take a
while. I'm planning something a little more complicated than the other
ones, just to be different." We talked about other things for a few
minutes, and then I ported the finished chopsticks to my hand, and gave
them to her. I said "They are made of black diamond, with transparent
multicolored diamond inserts which go through the chopstick from one
side to the other, of judoka performing throws, in micro facetted bar
relief, all along the sides. Your name is inserted into the back end.
You might need a magnifying glass to read it." She stared at them and
then said in English, "Wow!" Ichi said "He hears that a lot." He ported
his and his parents chopsticks from their home to the table, and said,
"These are what he made for us yesterday." She looked at them for a
while and said, "But you don't have any like these for yourself." I
said "Do people make gifts for themselves? Besides, these wooden ones
work just fine. Go ahead and use yours. They will work, for eating. I'm
not sure how well they will do for knitting." She smiled.
I conferred with Ichi in contact, and then said to the group, "The
arena is free this afternoon in this time zone. Would you like to see
us play a game of SpaceBall?" Ichi's father looked very interested, and
so did his sister, after Ichi explained to her what we were talking
about. She said "But no gravity, after lunch?" I said "The players are
used to it, and the viewing area has regular gravity." We waited a
while after we finished eating, and then I ported us to the arena. Pete
must have had a watch on it, because he said in contact, +Need a
referee?+ I said +I wondered. In your place, I would have a watch on
this, too. If you would like to ref, that would be great, but only if
it's convenient.+ He said, +I would like to, yes. Warn them, and I'll
be there in a minute. Discom.+ I said "We do have an automatic referee
setup, but Pete, the head of the school, has just volunteered to do it
for us. He should be here any second." Then he was. We all bowed to
each other, and Pete and Ichi's sister were introduced to each other.
Her parents had already met Pete. Ichi and I asked to be excused so we
could port to our bedroom in DC to change into our equipment. I
maintained a 4th viewpoint at the arena to monitor what they said about
us, and I let Ichi know I knew he did, too. We grinned at each other,
and hugged and kissed before we got into our gear.
We ported back to the arena and entered the court. I said, "Ref, 4
balls to start, at null-g. Add more balls when you want more action."
The gravity went off, and the balls appeared in the force field. I got
to two of them before Ichi did, and then we were bouncing all over the
place, and so were the balls, too. Before the hour was up, we had 12
balls in action. A record. After we stopped, we asked to be excused to
go back and clean up and change. We ported to back to DC, and stripped
and ran into the bathroom to shower together. It had been such a long
time, days, since we had squirted, we had instant boners. We stopped
showering and went back to the bedroom and did nut play and boner
stroking in the link to squirt in less than a minute. Then we did it
again, and then ran back into the shower. All that without saying a
word, like we were just one person. Then we got dressed and ported back
to the arena. Ichi's father was saying, "Watching it was different than
seeing it in the crystal Stephen made of his memory. He could see the
energy, but we couldn't." I said "I'm sorry about that. I didn't plan
on having visitors who weren't adepts. Pete can make a crystal of what
we did, for you. Let me see if I can fix the problem for the next
time." I signaled Ichi to be the subject, and he went into the playing
court. He squirted some energy, and his father didn't see it. I added
an illusion program to the computer. Then Ichi produced some more, and
they could see it. His father said, "What did you do?" I said "You
aren't seeing the actual energy, like the scoring computer can. You are
seeing an illusion of it the computer projects into your mind. It's set
to do that now for all people who aren't Adepts." He said, "What about
the different angles of view for different people?" I grinned. Ichi,
back from the court, volunteered, "Stephen likes to be very thorough."
Ichi's sister said, "This is in space, but we can't see any of it.
Why?" I said "If we had a window facing the sun, we would have to
reduce the light transmission of the screen so much, all you would see
outside would be a small yellow-white disk in a dead black sky. If we
had the window facing away from the sun, all you would see are stars,
sometimes more, and sometimes less, depending on where we were facing.
IF we turned out the light in the arena, and waited a long while for
our eyes to adjust to the very low level of available light. We are too
far away from Earth for it to look like more than a dot. 70 million
kilometers is a long way from here." She said "Wow!" We all smiled. Her
father said, "How for can you teleport?" Pete and Ichi looked at me. I
said "Oh gee thanks, guys." They laughed. I said to our guests, "How we
do it doesn't have anything to do with distance. If we can see where we
want to go, even if it's just in memory, we can usually port there." He
said "How far can you see?" I said "That depends on what you mean by
seeing. We all have multiple ways of perceiving things, with different
levels of abilities in them. We also have ways of extending some of
those ways, such as with a telescope. If we want to port to someplace
which is difficult to get a good look at, we'll find a way." He said
"Thank you." I could tell he got the hint that I wasn't going to get
any more specific with them.
We said goodbye to Pete, with thanks for refereeing, and ported back
to Japan, to their home, intending to go to a Buddhist temple, right
after. Things happened a little differently than we expected.
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