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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #53 "After First Sale" +*+*+*+
Date: 27 Jul 2012 20:14:49 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #53
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 #53 "After First Sale"
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When we landed, I asked Zander, "Got time for a little discussion?"
He said "Yes." I said "Tell me what you think was accomplished in the
meeting we just had, and what you expect to develop from it." He said
"Ah, you wish to know if I understood. He is going to be desperate to
support my school. He knows we aren't as good as you are, and can't let
go the opportunity, ANY opportunity, to become your equal. As if that
can actually happen. You impressed the scales off him, in many ways. It
was very amusing to watch. He will do as you say, and purchase more of
your work for himself, and act as agent for his contemporaries, and use
your work as gifts for the influential. You tied, practically cemented,
his goals to yours, and he realizes some of that, and you made him like
it. I think he may try to ride your back to the Presidency of the GC,
which I think could be one of your possible desires." I said "Not a
primary one, but I could consider it not too bad a thing. Why not be
more definite? I don't know who he will be if and when he succeeds, and
how he will feel about me and our relationship then. He could consider
me an embarrassment at that time, or an unwanted and resented power
behind the position. Success often does that to the powerful. It might
be better for him that he not be the leader of the institution I intend
to metaphorically roast to a smoking crisp, for letting the Van do what
they did." He made some strange noises and said, "Fortunately for him,
the next election for that position is in 11 years. Then he might
benefit from your er, cooking." I said "Possibly. The rest of your
analysis was correct."
I said "The student I discussed with you is not being trained
satisfactorily by his Guardians. He hasn't yet asked me to transfer him
to you. He has a lot of the qualities you will appreciate in a student,
and will continue to try to improve himself with his own Guardians as
long as he can. I tested his dedication and endurance before, so I'm
not surprised by this. You and he need each other. You can only be a
good teacher, with a good student." Zander stared at me for a moment,
and then said, "You continue to impress me with your wisdom, and
caring. I will gladly accept the student when he is ready for that to
happen." I said "Thank you."
I said to Zander, with some amusement, "When were you going to tell
me the arrangements you made for the sale?" He said with a grin, "When
you had to ask." We laughed. He said "It was sold, without exclusivity,
for 650,000 credits." I said "How does that compare with other things
of value?" He said "That is almost the value of his home where we met
him." I said "Alright, for a first sale. We should do better in the
future." He laughed. He said "Thank you for my commission of 30%. The
rest of it is in your account we arranged. Here is your credit marker.
Most people imbed them into their flesh somewhere, such as their
wrist." I said "I won't do that. I will put it into the band of my
computer. It's not as if anybody will be able to take it from me." He
said with a laugh, "Right. Although it would be interesting to watch
the attempt." I said "I think you will have the opportunity to see
that, in the future. No, I won't tell you when and where." He made some
strange noises.
I said "If you need more money for the school, I'll give it to you,
if not from the sale of my art, then from the sale of Van ships and
other things. One, probably unnecessary, warning. Don't let the
government be the primary source of your funds. You must be able to
deny what they might want of you, where it violates your principles,
without being destroyed if they deny you more money. It works the other
way, too. Your government will be less likely to act against you, if
they have made an investment in you. You need that protection, if
parents of your students disagree with some of your necessarily harsh
teaching methods. While your selection is by invitation only, it would
be good to have as many children of government employees as you can,
who qualify. They won't know the children's loyalty will shift to you,
and in the end, their parents will support you against the government
if needed, after they discover the quality of education you can
provide, which can't be had any other way." He said "I had not thought
of those things. Your experience in this is very valuable to us. Thank
you!" I said "You're welcome. I do what I think is right. Get in touch
with me when you need to, for anything." We bowed and sent our love to
each other, and I ported home and undressed. Ichi was there, and we
hugged and kissed.
I said "Would you like to see what happened with the sale?" He said
with a grin, "Absolutely!" I said "Zander requests to have a crystal
from me of your reaction. He specially wants to experience our physical
affection, because his skin is almost numb compared to ours. Do you
agree with his request?" He grinned really widely, "Just how much do
you want to give him?" I said "Whatever you agree to. I made him really
hot and embarrassed talking about Percy and Surrhaa, and the feeling of
her fur on his skin. I wouldn't be opposed to increasing that." He said
"All. Set to record?" I nodded, and he said, "Push!" I gave him the
meeting, and all the way through to when I ported away. He said "Wow!
You really played him! Zander was right. Roast the GC to a CRISP!" He
laughed and said, "I sure wouldn't want to be THEM!" He hugged and
kissed me, with my very active cooperation, exchanging a lot of love.
Then he grabbed my nuts and played with them, and I started the link,
and after 20 seconds, put it to high, and we squirted 90 seconds later.
Then we lay hugging and kissing for a while. Then I turned off the
recording, and told Ichi that. He said "Oh what I wouldn't give to see
his reaction to THAT!" He caught my feelings and said, "I know. We
won't watch."
I contacted Pete, and asked for a little meeting. We dressed and
ported to him. I said "Zander has asked to see your reaction to this,
and experience our kind of affection if it happens. If you agree, I'll
give it to him." He did agree, with a grin, and I pushed what I had
given to Ichi, to him. He said "Wow! He's yours! What a play!" He
hugged and kissed me, and we exchanged love. Then we all did that
together. Pete grinned and said, "So you're in the art dealing
business. Great idea for our goals, and I love how happy it helps you
to be, with your art. What could be better?" I said "I don't know, but
if it's possible, we ARE going to find out!" We laughed. I stopped the
recording, and we said our goodbyes, and we ported back home. I made
the two crystals, and contacted Zander. He was already home by then. +I
made the reaction crystals you asked for, with their permission. I told
Ichi alone first, and then we went to tell Pete. Not that telling is
the right word. I transferred my memory of the event to them, in a
projected push, like we usually do. I think you should watch the one
with Pete first, because the one with Ichi, while not nearly as intense
as we could be, is a little too intense to recover from immediately. We
will NOT watch your reaction. Ready to receive the crystals?" He said
with some excitement, +Ready!+ I said +In 5 seconds after discom.+ And
I ported them to his table.
Ichi and I collapsed onto the bed, laughing hysterically. No, we
didn't watch, but we have very good imaginations.
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