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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: +*+*+*+ Stephen's Secure Blog #55 "Centaur!" +*+*+*+
Date: 1 Aug 2012 17:38:01 -0500
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Stephen's Secure Blog #55
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 Summer, after the end of year 3 of
his special school.
Stephen's Secure Blog #55 "Centaur!"
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I was preparing to make some more gem sculptures, when Pete contacted
me. A starship was coming into the system, and it was different. I
looked into it and saw the people. Centaur shape. Four legged, with an
upright trunk in front, with almost human looking shoulders and arms,
and an almost human head, but with goat style horns. Omnivore. About 1
and a half meters tall on average. All but the face were covered with
short fur, and it wore a harness which had weapons and things attached,
and boots. That last looked a little odd to me. They were stepping down
to interplanetary drive, and NOT invisible. Their ship was heavily
armed, too. I looked at their star maps, and couldn't figure them out,
so I copied the astrogator's knowledge into my brain, including the
language. I found their homeworld, and it was a military empire, and
not part of the GC. Then I looked for their interstellar activities,
and was NOT happy.
I called for an emergency action meeting. There were the usual
original Senior Adepts, and Percy, Ichi, and Ivanna, a military
specialist. I gave the information I had found about them. Race said,
"They are very warlike." Ivanna said with a grin, "So are humans." Ichi
said "Banzai!" We all give him our appreciative grins. Pete said, "The
question is, do they come in peace." Chad said, "Right. Not like us,
all at once." We had to laugh at that. Percy said "They don't have an
invisibility apparatus. We have to decide very soon what to do with
them." I said "We can't port the ship while the fusion reactor is
running, and they can't just turn around on a dime. Er, or a 10 copeica
piece." Ivan smiled and nodded to me. I said "They are broadcasting
high intensity radar sweeps. I'm blocking them, which they are
noticing. I should remind you they have invaded and taken over two
other systems, so what we do here, might have to be extended elsewhere.
Nigel, you're holding back. Spill it." He grinned and said, "I think
it's a little early to mention, but since you asked, I recommend we
turn off the fusion and port the ship back, and then turn it back on.
That will do a lot of things for us at the same time. We get time to
explore the whole situation better. They won't know what happened, or
who to blame for it, and it might make them a little more cautious in
the future. AND, you already decided to do that." Ichi grinned his face
almost in half, and poked me. Pete said, "Stephen, how well do you
understand them?" I said "I know what you're getting at. Yes, I can do
that." Ichi looked awed, and then said, "He means he can erase their
memories of coming here, and take all their records about that, too."
Ivanna was astounded. Tomba said "Justification?" I said "Intent to
invade and conquer." He nodded and said, "Accepted." I said, very
seriously, "Thank you."
Rod said, "Do you think they are open to reason? I said, "I would
like to think so." Chad said "I know you. That means they aren't." I
said "Ivanna, imagine the Mongols of Genghis Khan, with the extra
motivation of the Crusades, and the Jehad of the Ottomans, all combined
said "No reasoning possible. Misdirection, or their annihilation, are
the only options." Ichi said, "They have to be confused enough to cause
a social breakdown?" Nigel grinned and said, "If all their ships come
Chad added, "With signs plastered all over the ships extolling the
need a whole lot of dentures, after grinding all their teeth down in
all laughed.
Rod said "I haven't heard anybody mention asking the GC for help." I
looked at Ichi, forcing him to say something. He said "Not enough time
to help with this ship, and would they, if we asked? First we have to
convince them. Then if that succeeds, which I think is unlikely, they
have to agree to do something. How many decades will that take? Even if
they would and could help us, a non member planet against a non member
planet, what could they do but cause a lot of death and destruction? I
know we don't want that. We have to fix this situation ourselves, and
do it RIGHT!" We applauded, and he looked really embarrassed. I said
"There is one question left regarding the GC. Anybody?" Nigel jumped in
and said, "Nobody say anything! Make HIM say it, the Prime Sneaky
Suspicious Devious Devil himself." I said "And here I thought you were
on my side." He said "I've been all over you, but this is different.
You've been doing this to us since before you rescued me, all those
years ago. I want the satisfaction of making you tell us what we should
think, before you make us do it." I said, pointing at Ichi, "But I'm
teaching here, not dictatoring." Nigel said very plaintively, "Oh,
alright. You never let me win." We laughed. Ichi said to me, "I'll
play! We don't give the GC a chance to disagree with us before we do
something, EVER! And Nigel, you didn't really need to do that to give
me time to think." Nigel looked horrified, and said, "Eek! I've been
Ivanna was looking back and forth in astonished fascination. I caught
her eye and winked at her. She laughed.
In the rest of the meeting, we worked out plans to handle the ship,
and who would do the work and when, and who would do the research of
their home planet, and their unwilling colonies. Then we went to work.
Percy turned off the fusion plant, while Race put them all to sleep,
and Rod removed all their weapons and astrogation data, and Pete and
Chad did a lot of new age graffiti all over the ship. I had the hardest
part, which took the longest. I removed all the memories of their trip,
and taught Ichi the techniques at the same time. I also took whatever
knowledge they had we could use, and spread that around to any who
wanted it, and put it all in crystals. Then I ported the ship to just
outside their system, a light year from their sun, so it's relative
velocity would be towards the sun. Then Percy started the fusion
reactor and restored all the ship's functions to normal. When all of
that was done, Race let all the people in the ship wake up. Ivanna
monitored everything and kept a watch on the ship, and kept us updated
when something happened, which wasn't much of interest. To me, anyway.
They all knew what to do, and could do it well, and should, without me
hanging over them. In fact, I told them if they wanted to bother me
with anything about it, to bother Ichi instead. He expressed feelings
of annoyance and gratitude at that, which made me laugh, and hug and
kiss him. That part he didn't complain about at all.
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