Stephen's Secure Blog #43
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 #43 "Action Against the Van"
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Mgambe and I scouted the Van planet, to find any loose stone people
we could port to us, and to find out where their other stations were in
the galaxy. We found out where their other interstellar transports were
supposed to be, too. We ported 7,641 loose stone people to a room at
the moon station, and the station computer briefed them. Then we ported
some of the those stone people back to near the major Van computers, so
they could get the briefing. They all agreed with our pending action
against the Van. We did all that very carefully, and not in any hurry.
It took a week. Then, one by one, we kidnapped (ported) all the Van who
worked in their connected to offplanet matter transmitter centers, and
had the moon station computer program them to treat our adepts like
they were Van, and to follow our orders, and not remember they did
that, and ported them back. All that took another week.
I called the team back and briefed them. Then we went over the plans
and the techniques we would use. Then we all went to the offplanet
matter transmitter centers on the Van homeworld, and transmitted to
each interstellar transport which would accept transmissions, and took
them over, each stoned adept to a ship. Then we modified those ships so
we could do our own porting to and from them safely. I put one of the
ships in time retarded 4th storage, after turning off its fusion plant,
and ported all the Van in all the ships we captured, into it. That set
of actions took two weeks, because there were more of the ships than of
us. 23 ships. 18 ships were not accounted for, and were probably in
high percentage lightspeed travel, or had some accident. We set the
then unmanned ships to decelerate to planetary orbital speeds and
assume those orbits, if they were not already in them. We left them
parked there, invisible. Then the team broke up to go back to their
usual summer things for a week.
A week later, we assembled the team again, and took over the Van
stations in other systems, just like we did their big ships, by
transmitting to them from the centers on their homeworld. The master
computers on the main stations all went over to our side, and we did
the same as we had done in our system. We let the stations stay in
operation, empty of Van, with their matter transmitters turned off, but
took almost all the examination beds back to our moon station, and to
our other system stations, and to some of our facilities on earth.
There were a lot, from 486 stations. We retrieved more stones, too.
That took a month, and then we let the team go again for the remainder
of their summer vacation, which wasn't much.
We kept a watch on the Van stations on their homeplanet, which showed
some funny things. The technicians couldn't figure out why their
offplanet transmitters weren't working. Then one of their ships became
available, and the transmitter to that one worked. I decided not to
take that ship, so the transmitting centers would still stay in
operation, because that ship was in an uninhabited system, which they
wouldn't know about until they explored it.
Then the school term started in the fall, and all the Adepts were
briefed, who hadn't been briefed before then. It was a big meeting, and
a lot of people were there in person. There were other people who
attended by viewpoint and projection. I let the other team members give
most of the briefing, but they reduced their own importance by
frequently glancing at me for support. Nigel found my consternation at
that amusing. I gave him a rude noise in contact, which he returned
with laughter. After my team members concluded their presentations, I
said, "There is still more work to do. In a few months, there will be a
Van ship we really need to take over, before it enters our system. Then
the other one on it's way here, nine years from now. There are all
those other ships, too, when they slow down enough for us to get at
them. Then we have to strip them of Van technology, so we can sell them
for interstellar credit, which we might have a use for, some day. Then
we give them back all the Van we have packed in storage like ill
tempered sardines, and blockade their planet. Then we tell the GC what
we did and why, so we can see what different species look like with
surprised expressions on what they use for faces." Some laughter. Then
I said "Oh, and then we visit Surrhaa's planet and have a really
terrific orgy." Some big laughter at that. Interested speculations,
too.
Then Pete stood up and said, "Thank you, Hawk, Ichiro, Madia, Mgambe,
Percy, and Stephen. We owe you a lot, but all we can give you is our
love, which you have always had, and always will have. Please call on
any of us when you need us, or just to say hello, if you would like. We
might even let you beat us in spaceball." We laughed. I said "Let? You
don't stand a chance!" More laughter, because it was true.
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