Stephen's Secure Blog #38
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 after year 2 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #38 "The Unveiling"
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I was working on my wood project in the barn, and listening to some
organ music by Bach, when I felt Hawk coming in. It was sunrise, our
normal time of waking up. I turned down the music, and covered the
project with the shield and waited for him. He said, "Couldn't sleep?"
I said "Right. I thought work would help. It did." He said "And the
music?" I said "That, too." He said "But where is it coming from?" I
said "A church organ in Los Angeles." He said, "I don't see a radio
around here." I said "Because there isn't one. I'm actually playing the
organ, and capturing the sound and bringing it here." He said "While
you're concentrating on your art at the same time?" I said "It takes a
lot to really occupy my mind now, and it's getting worse.
Unfortunately, I still had a lot left over, so I was listening to the
Galactic Council making mostly noise over nothing, and not dealing with
real issues. Translating all their languages in real time did occupy
some of my mind a little." He said "Wow! The Galactic Council! How did
you do THAT?"
I said "That's what annoys me." He said "How is that?" I said "If you
agree not to be insulted, I'll tell you." He said "Alright. Talk." I
said "ANY Senior Adept can do that. As far as I know, nobody but me
has. WHY?" He said "I don't know. Never thought of it?" I said "The
same for that scanning technique I gave you. Easy and simple, isn't it,
but nobody thought to do it. I'm really annoyed at the lack of original
thinking among the Adepts. I'm afraid it could be caused by the use of
the crystals, instead of learning the old hard way." He said "Now that
I think of it... Oh, sorry. I just did it, didn't I. I see your point.
You could be right. I don't know what can be done about it. I see what
you mean about the GC. I know where it is, and could send a 4th
viewpoint there anytime I want to. Simple, but I never thought of it,
even though I would have really wanted to, if I had. I can't believe I
was so stupid!" I said "I can hardly believe it, too. That's why I
asked you not to be insulted. We have all these extra abilities, but
there doesn't appear to be much exploring of them going on. Did you
know that for my inventing and building projects, I use the astroid
belt for material? I made 150 adept belts for the group, with not one
atom from Earth." He said "Wow! And I really mean that!" I said "I'm
disappointed. Don't you realize we can use any source in the UNIVERSE
we want to, just as easily?" He sat on the ground, and said, "You're
right. You said Pete said you think big. He didn't know he meant that
we think too small." I said "Yes. That really worries me. What happens
to us when I'm gone, and not around to think big for the group? You've
trained on the new belt, right? Well, it doesn't do anything senior
adepts can't do themselves. The question is, why didn't they? I tested
the belt by walking naked on the moon, but I hadn't made the belt yet.
I just used my own abilities. I made the belt to copy them." He said
"Another Wow! But I don't know how to levitate." I said "Ready to
receive?" He was, so I sent the info to him. A minute later, he was in
the air. Then he sat down and cried.
Hawk said, "That was so simple, I should have thought of it. I had
the math, and the energy control, but I just didn't think of it." I
said "How many Adept artists are there?" He said "I see. Creativity. We
don't have much of that." I said "Or the driving will to help other
people to equal me. That motivated most of my inventions." He said
"That I understand. Because you care more about people than anybody who
ever lived." I said "That can only be an exaggeration. You don't know
everybody who ever lived, and people who believe in Jesus would be
really upset with you for that." He said "Right. Sorry. Oh, were.." I
stopped him with a firm, "No. I was in another incarnation when he was
alive, and died shortly after he did. I don't like that life, and don't
personally. I was a supporter and a member of his organization, but
didn't really know him personally. That's all I want to say about that
time, except for one thing, if you promise never to tell anybody." He
said "I promise." I said "I was stoned to death. That's it. No more."
He came to me and hugged me, and we cried together, with Mozart's
Requiem playing on the organ in the background.
We went out and did some fighting practice. We prefer to do it in the
early morning, because it's cooler then. Then we went in to get our
morning squirting done, and then cleaned up and went to breakfast. Hawk
said to me, "Can I tell them about the music?" I said "Eh, why not?" We
grinned to each other. He said "Stephen was working on his project in
the barn this morning. He was up early. I learned something new about
him, when I went to get him. He can play the pipe organ." Rose was
quick to spot the missing part of the story and said, "How did you find
that out, in the barn?" Hawk said "Because he was playing one then."
His father said "Come on, tell it straight." Hawk said, "He was playing
an organ in Los Angeles, and capturing the sound of it, and making it
come out in the barn, while he was carving." There was a chorus of
Wows. Cress said "Please play it now?" I said "Can't. There weren't any
people in the church when I was playing it, but there are now. It
wouldn't be right to scare them. But, I can playback what I did, here,
if you want." She nodded, so I did. Then I said, "That was the last
thing I played this morning, Mozart's Requiem." Hawk looked a little
startled, and then nodded in understanding.
I said "I'm almost finished the wood project. If I get back to it
now, I think I will be done in time for lunch. Then you can all see it
and tell me what you think." Hawk's father said with a fond smile,
"Then you'd better get to work." I stood up and said, with love coming
from me, "Yes, extra father." And so I did. I was almost done when I
was called to lunch. Rose asked me, "Finished?" I said "Almost. It
should wait an hour for the special oil to dry some more, and then it
will take about 15 minutes to apply the wax. Then it will be done." She
said "I can't wait." I poked her on the shoulder and said with a grin,
"I can." She poked me back. We laughed together. After lunch, I went
back to the barn, and applied the wax, rubbing it in very carefully,
specially in the smooth areas, to a dull shine. That actually took just
5 minutes. I fanned it for another ten minutes, to set the wax. I
carried it, still covered, into the house. I said "This would be best
looked at, at shoulder hight." They all said, "Mantle." Hawk cleaned it
off, and I put it on it, and stepped back. Then I removed the shield,
and they all stood there frozen in amazed wonder.
It was carving of the family, with the people in light tan walnut,
and the background in dark walnut. The people were from the waist up,
with the kids in front, all standing in front of the fireplace. The
integral frame was of high relief leaf and branch carving, of light and
dark colors of the wood. Some of the walnut and juniper leaves and
branches were of inlaid green and rose gold, and the juniper berries
were made of white, green, blue, and purple sapphire. There was some
platinum wire scroll work, too, along the edge of the frame. The people
all faced forward, but the psionic element in the carving was the Brady
Bunch effect. Kids and parents heads moving. They were looking up and
down and sideways at each other with love you could feel.
There was still silence. I broke it with, "Ahem, I think you can
guess I made it for you." Still silence. I went and sat down, and
waited. After a while they came and sat with me. They all had tears. I
said "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry." Cress said "It's too
beautiful not to cry for happiness. Don't be sorry." I said "Since you
said it, I won't." Her father said, "It's a masterpiece." I said "Nah,
it's a carving." Hawk said "You gave it to us, right?" I nodded. He
said, "So it's ours to call it whatever we want to, so shut up and
don't argue." I grinned. Rose said "What is it made of, besides
walnut?" I told them. And I said, "All hand carved. No fancy psionic
methods in the wood but my feelings. There is a problem I didn't really
think about while I was making it. Where are you going to put it? You
can't have it out where everybody can see it and try to discover how it
works. Maybe I shouldn't have made it." Hawk said to his father, "He
really doesn't know when to shut up, does he." His father said, "He
doesn't. We'll put it in the den, and make it for family only." Then
Hawk came over to me and pulled me up, and hugged and kissed me. Then
all the others did the same, even his father. I cried, and so did they.
Then Cress said, "You should be in it." They agreed. I said "But I am.
Turn it around." Her father went up to do it, and there my face was,
grinning and winking at them. Cress laughed delightedly. I hugged her
and said, "Thanks. That's just the reaction I was going for." She
grinned and kissed me. I said "If you touch the crystal under my face,
you feel can my love for you." They all did that, and cried some more.
I said "I don't want to do something like this for anybody else I
know. It's for family. I feel connected to here and a part of it, if
you don't mind." Rose said "We already felt that, so shut up about our
minding." Hawk and Cress said, "Right!" Their mother said, "It's
us." I said "I have to agree with the logic of that." Hawk said, "You'd
should tell them I can't make anything like that for them. I can't know
them, and feel them, like I do you." His father nodded. Hawk said,
"Sure won't do our status any harm." His mother looked a little
other.
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