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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #49 "Zander Discussion" +*+*+*+
Date: 18 Jul 2012 18:16:01 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #49
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 13 in this story, in the Spring of year 3 of his special
school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #49 "Zander Discussion"
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I said to Ichi in bed, "I'm thirteen, but I don't feel any older." He
said "That's because you're playing with my nuts, instead of your own,
and I'm playing with yours, and to me, they feel just fine, being in
the link. Great, actually!" Then we didn't say any words, until after
we squirted very well. I said "This is the day we told Zander we would
be near and contact him, but we have 10 days to go before we go back to
the mining office." He said "He should know that, after I gave him the
crystal of what happened." I said "Maybe, but it would be the polite
thing to do." He said, "Yes. I was just arguing to hear you be right."
I laughed and poked him. I said "I want him to see the gallery. It's
grown too big to port it all to him to look at it, and a crystal won't
be the same. Would you show it to him for me, after porting him to it?
You know what happens if I go in there." He laughed. I said, "He would
have to fly out of sensing range of the other Guardians, to a deserted
place, before we could port him, or his vanishing and appearing aura
would cause too many questions." He said "I know. So should he." I said
"One more thing. Please tell him that I don't want to talk about or be
reminded of the action we did at the mining station. I would like him
to know that before the next time I talk with him." He said "I
understand. In fact, you shouldn't go there the next time." I said "I
would agree, but there is unfinished business there. We will take the
unwilling pirate home, to his Guardians." He said "I'm sorry! I missed
that. He has potential?" I said, "Yes. Lots. If they're any good,
they'll grab him in a second. There are some basic adepts there, but no
evidence of anything higher." He said "I see I failed again to examine
everything. Thank you for being more gentle about it than you should
have. If it had been just me and Hawk in that er, action, I would have
left him to suffer there."
I said "Don't be too hard on yourself. No, not that! You didn't have
the harsh upbringing I had in my last life, where I was trained from
infancy not to trust anything, and check out everything. It's automatic
with me, where others have to learn it when they are older, when it's
more difficult to change basic attitudes. Even then, I did make some
mistakes, but I have to admit, not many. I survived. It's getting late,
and we have things to do. Oh alright. We'll take care of that, since I
did bring the subject er, up." He laughed, and we did take care of it,
with some fine squirting.
Zander did visit the gallery, but then asked to meet me. I told Ichi
I didn't really want to, but he said Zander REALLY wanted to, so I did,
in the apartment for his kind in the Alien Reception Center on the
island we owned off Belize. We exchanged greetings, and then I said,
"You wanted to meet with me? Why?" He said "I haven't seen you in a
while." I said "I could have sent you a picture." He smiled and said.
"That's not what I meant." I said "Did Ichi tell you I'm trying to
recover from a thing I don't want to discuss? That I would not be good
company right now?" He said "Yes, and I'm concerned for you." I said
"Thank you, but I have a lot of that here, and don't want any of it. I
receive too much attention as it is. That's why I didn't show you the
gallery myself. I'm noticed every time I go there, and a crowd forms to
er, admire me. I don't like that." He said "Is it permissible to admire
your works of art?" I said "They don't feel the same way I do about it.
Probably because they don't have the capacity to. So, that should be
alright. Do you know I make them with my mind, and not my hands? I do
it with mentally controlled and programed forcefields." He said "Yes, I
understood that. Do you do other things directly?" I said "Yes, but
probably not anymore. I can't help putting too much of myself into
them, which causes them to be psionically active, even to those who are
not sensitive to that. Much too much attention making. Drawings and
carvings which appear to move, are a little unusual. Much more so when
I start to create scenes from the past which are true, that I have
never seen myself." He said "That could be a little disconcerting." I
said "It sure was, when I did it in public, without realizing it. Here
is something I did which is from one of my past lives." I made and
ported to the table, the Mongol Warrior again. He said "Wow!" I said "I
think I might remember hearing that before some time." He laughed.
I said, "You haven't said why you wanted to see me. I'm sure it's not
because you think I'm beautiful!" He said "You should not be sure of
that. Just like you and other Adepts, I'm paying more attention to a
person's inner qualities, and less to the outer appearance. To me, what
is most significant and important of you, is truly beautiful." I said
"I'm not ready to have a mate yet." He said "I understand. You are
deflecting embarrassment. I should apologize for causing that. But I
won't." I said "You still haven't answered my question." He said "Thank
you for helping support our school. I hope to get it started soon, but
I expect it to be very difficult. My fellow Guardians are extremely
under-motivated, as shown in their mostly negative support of the
project. Nor are they anywhere near industrious in any other activity,
including with what I can teach them." I said "Anything easy, is
probably not worth doing." He grinned and said, "True, but unhelpful."
I said "Your race is old and relatively accomplished. Your adolescence
is long, and your life is very long. Most of you lose the fire of
youth, long before you finish your basic education. Your Adepts were
not active people, on top of that. It shouldn't surprise you that they
are who they are. This is why you need to start them young. Why there
needs to be a special school. My school was started with support from a
national government, to train geniuses to be super spies. One of the
students became an adept, and took over the school. If you could
motivate some of your authorities to help you start the school, to
satisfy one or more of THEIR perceived needs, to fulfill YOUR goals,
which was what actually happened with my school, because the
administrator of my school knew the students would not work for the
government, and he actually supported my takeover of the school and its
mission, you could have a better chance of succeeding." He said "That
IS helpful!" I said "We hope. You should understand that it will be
more difficult for you, and take much longer than it did here, because
you and your people don't have the motivation that hardship and
adversity gave us. You don't have constant wars, and the Van killing
off all your best people." He said "I see. Still, I thank you for your
help." I said "You're welcome."
I said "Did Ichi give you updates on what we are doing with the Van?
He said, "No, he didn't." I said "All their stations in this galaxy are
empty of Van, and belong to us. All but one of their interstellar ships
which are able to communicate, are empty of Van, and are taking up
parking orbits. As their remaining ships show down enough to
communicate, we will capture them. One ship we are not interfering
with, except to er, cause them to work on a building project for us. We
wanted to keep one ship active, so they won't think ALL their matter
transmitters are broken, and it's in an uninhabited system. So we er,
motivated them to spend some time to build the biggest station they
ever built. Then we'll take it from them, when we blockade their
homeworld." He said "Wow!" I nodded. He said with a grin, "You have
been busy." I said "Yes. We like it that way. A bored Adept is a danger
to himself, and to everybody around him." He said "That sounds
reasonable." I said "In about eight years, we will take their last ship
which is coming this way, and then we will put a shield around their
planet, which will let no object larger than my hand pass through, in
either direction. No, not even giant meteor strikes, which should look
interesting to the Van who witness that."
Then I had an idea and said, "Something just alerted my situation
manager ability. Would your Adepts be more motivated to learn, if you
had a young student from another race to teach, an eager student?" He
said "I don't know if they can feel ANY emotion strong enough to
motivate them, even jealousy. After all, they do know I am more skilled
than they are, and that doesn't motivate them to improve." I said,
"Well, the situation might not develop which would cause me to bring
him to you, but I suspect you would not refuse him." He said "With your
recommendation, I would not refuse." I said "If his own Guardians won't
take him and develop his high potential, that might happen. He is a
young adult, and would not like the necessity of being hidden on this
Restricted World, which would hinder his development." He said "Now I
understand why you would offer him to me. I agree." We were finished,
and stood and bowed to each other, then he projected his love at me,
and I did the same to him. He said "That is the primary reason for my
wanting to see you." I said "You have grown. I am pleased, but not
surprised. Ready to port?" He said "Yes. Farewell." I ported him to his
transport he was ported from.
Ichi ported to me, and we both ported to our bedroom, undressed, and
flopped onto the bed. I said "I hope you were watching." He said "I
was. I thought you would want me to." I said "I do, in any duty, if
possible. The meeting went well, but I think I learned more than he did
in it. Now we know why the other Guardians aren't as powerful as we
are. Simply not motivated to be so." He said "And they don't have YOU
to pull them up." I said "Yes, I have to agree with that. I wish there
were others like me out there, because I do NOT want to have to
incarnate into each species to pull them up all by myself. That would
hold ME back." He said "I might understand that better than you do, but
I have something else for us now. SpaceBall! The arena is open, and I
plan to beat the er, cup off you." I said like I wasn't interested,
"Where are you going to get the army you need for that?" He poked me
and we tickled each other, and then we changed into sports gear and
ported to the arena. We set the automatic referee to 4 balls to start,
and then eight, and in null-g. We played hard and had lots of exciting
fun. Two hours later, we were almost to tired to move, so we shut the
ref off and ported home, and spent a long time in the shower, hugging
each other. Then we went to eat with the rest of the family. That
night, we invited Hawk, Mgambe, Hasan, and Mark, to sleep over, and we
put the beds together and had a lot of exhausting fun with nut licking
in the link, with Madia and Lisa, and Rose and her roommate, in the
external part of the link, and we all finished extremely well, a lot of
times. After that, we all slept together, in a sea of love.
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