Stephen's Secure Blog #51
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, near the end of year 3 of
his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #51 "RedCloud and the Gallery"
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Almost all our Adept students, and some recent graduates, are paired
with stones, now. I didn't know if that many would bond, but I'm very
clad they did. Ichi and I are still learning, and will have a lot of
degrees by the end of the school year, but we spend most of our time
teaching, when we are not participating in great recesses. This past
weekend, Ichi and I spent time at the RedCloud house, with a lot of
other boys and girls. They have a lot of horses now, and new bigger
stables and corrals, which the school paid for, and for the new olympic
size swimming pool. We are all very happy about the arrangement, which
they keep hugging and kissing me for. I didn't complain about that. We
all ran around in swim suits a lot, after I showed the adepts how to
instantly dry them, while they still had them on. We think it's funny
that one boy does it more often than he needs to, because it gives him
a boner. He thinks it makes him look sexy. It's difficult to resist the
pun, in telling him he may have a point there, because it does, but to
some boys, which he isn't looking for. Girls like his eyes and his
butt, better.
Mr. RedCloud asked me for a private talk. We went into his bedroom. I
said "Oh, should I have brought protection?" For a moment he looked
confused, and then laughed. He said "I still have trouble remembering
you're older than you look, and will play around with almost anybody."
I said "I'm very particular. Only with people I love. If you wanted to,
I would, with love. But, I think you had something else in mind. One of
those things I'm not going to tell you." He said "Well, that takes care
of that. I should have expected it, and I respect you for it." I said
"I will tell you, you have nothing to worry about, at lease as I see
it." He said "There is a little relief in that." I said "Did she tell
you about the mission she went on?" He said, "No, she didn't." I said
"I just told her she can, and why she was with us. At first, she
thought I was playing favorites, because she wasn't as accomplished as
some others. She was disappointed when I told her it was because of her
talents. I want her to have as much exposure to aliens as possible,
because someday, I expect her to be the one of us who has the most
understanding of them. That's just between us, naturally." He said
"Right. I understand the other part, too." I said "I don't have any
sexual attractions yet, and my love doesn't have favorites. I can't do
anything about that, and I expect she won't accept that very well. I
can't do anything about that, either. We'll just have to live with it."
He said, "If it happens, I can't think of a better man." I said "Thank
you. I hope you didn't expect me to disagree with that." He laughed and
said, "I've learned not to expect, with you. Who likes being wrong?"
I said "Ask Hawk what we are doing with the Van. You might think some
of that is funny. I would tell you, but you will get more fun from the
way Hawk will tell it. In fact, he'll say, and correctly, I would be
have been asking to meet you." I said "Thank you for not making me tell
them no." He said "You're welcome. I didn't tell them you would be here
this weekend, either." I said "I think you're just telling me this
because you want me to hug you." I did that, and we laughed together.
Then I said very seriously, "When the Old Shaman calls for me, or even
if he can't, when he's ready to leave this life, tell me at once, and I
will be with him. Rose, too." He said, "I already assumed that. You are
I said "There are some things I would like to show you. May I port
you to my gallery?" He said, "Oh, your gallery. This I have to see.
Yes, by all means." I said "I have to warn you, they have a watch on
that room, and I get mobbed whenever I show up there, which I do NOT
like. This time I'm going to be broadcasting 'private showing', which
might result in people porting out as soon as they port in. It could
look a little odd." He laughed and said, "I'll bet!" We stood and I
ported him there, and that's what happened. Lots of flickering people.
He looked around at them first, and then he looked at my sculptures,
and didn't notice anything else for a long time. I didn't mind being
ignored. Not at all. After he had seen them all, I took him to the
couch and we sat for a while. I said "This wouldn't have happened, if
it hadn't been for the love of and for you and your family, and the
I was very good, and still have my work in many galleries and expensive
homes. In this life, I have gone beyond myself into something else. Art
is almost my whole being now, and I love that. My only problem is most
of what I really want to do, can't be shown to everybody. None of these
are psionically active. The world isn't ready for that. I'm not
complaining, though. Who could, who is so privileged to be able do all
that? It's true I started the techniques with what I did for Ichi's
family, but what I was moved to do for yours, made me who I am now, and
I can't thank you enough. Not that I think you actually need that." He
nodded.
I said "Copies of these, and other planet specific creations, are
going to be sold out there in the galaxy, for lots of money. Someday,
when we come out to them, I want us to be known as people who can do
things like this, and do even better things with the money they bring."
He said "Wow!" I said "I have to agree with that." We hugged and shed
tears for the future. Were they of sorrow, or happiness? Yes.
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