Stephen's Secure Blog #64
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 #64 "Ring and Emo for Zander"
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Zander asked for Rose, to conduct resistance training with Hahchet,
so he could have some of his own training with me. Hawk and I went
outside with him. I said to Zander, "May I examine you for knowledge,
abilities, and health?" He said "Please do." I did, and said, "You have
improved. I like that a lot. You need more math before you can learn
levitation, but I think you could try the tractor/pressor ring. If you
do, push the design you want it to be in, at me, with projection to my
brain." He tried, and I said, "Isolate the design first, and then try
again." He did, and I said, "Success! I didn't pull it, and got it all.
Very good. A lot of information can be transferred this way, with skill
in sending and receiving, and this is the beginning of skill in making
crystals. Yes, you have just cause to feel good about that." We
grinned. I said "Which finger?" He pointed with it, and a ring dropped
into my hand, and I said, "Before you put this on, here are the
instructions. Ready to receive?" He was, and so I pushed it at him. He
was a little confused at first. I said "Next time, receive pushed
information in an isolated compartment. Then you can look at it, and
decide where you want to keep it in your main memory." He said "Good
idea. I'll remember that. Thank you." I said "I didn't really have to
give that to you in projection, because you can get it from touching
the crystal in the ring, but it was something to test your ability,
without giving something you didn't need to have." He nodded. I said
"Ready for the ring?" He was, and I gave it to him and he put it on. I
ported a small, about 3 meters in diameter, astroid to the sandy ground
about 10 meters from us, and said, "There is your practice target. Try
not to demolish the house, or kill anybody with it." He laughed, and I
said, "At least not right away." He laughed some more.
He practiced with it until he was pretty good with it. I said "Do you
want to know how you compare in learning to use it, to the first person
I showed it to and taught it's use?" He said "Was it Ichi?" I nodded,
and he said "Yes, please." I said "About 10 percent better." He grinned
with pleasure with that. I said "Before you ask, it was not I who
taught Hawk or Rose, the rings, or belt, or computer." He was
disappointed and then interested, and I said, "AFTER you can levitate,
we can try with the first generation of the belt. All it does is
levitate and reflected energy absorption invisibility." He said "You
seem to be reading my mind, but I know you don't violate the privacy of
your friends. How?" I said "Even in my last incarnation, I was possibly
the foremost expert in reading the face and body language of my people.
Add that to how I solved the code of your telepathy, by correlating
see. Very impressive. You don't need full telepathy, to read thoughts."
I said "It's not a complete language, but it does help in understanding
people. Everybody does it, mostly unconsciously. We just do it better,
because of training. You can do a serious job of it yourself, if you
want to set up the automatic procedure in a partition." He said "I
could, and should, and I wonder why I never thought to do it." I said
"Creativity and motivation. Things you need to concentrate on in your
school." He nodded.
I said "For now, you can use my home here for your school, if you
want to, if my rooms and gallery are kept private. You can go in the
gallery, and there are new things to see in it now, and escort others
in, as you see fit. There are previsions there for you to block off
certain areas, for er, marketing purposes." We grinned. I said "And you
can take things out to display individually, and sell, naturally. You
have work to do! Design a school, and find a place for it, and arrange
for the procedures to make it work. Don't hesitate to use student labor
for some of that. Constructive work is a lot better than just sweeping
floors, and engenders a useful loyalty to the school. Who wants to
damage what they helped in making? Then there is that art sales thing.
One victim, er client, is just a start." He laughed. I said "Before we
go in to look at the gallery, any questions so far?" He said "No, you
stole them from me." I laughed.
We went inside, first to the human rooms. I showed him the new stone
mosaic I had lined the bathroom with. He said "Wow!" So did Hawk. I
said "I was drawing, and thought about doing a mosaic, and then
remembered two lives where I did that for a living. So here is my first
try this size in this life." Hawk said "Rose should see this. It's much
more than just a try!" I said "Oh, thanks. Zander, can I have my credit
marker back?" He gave it to me and I said, "THAT much?" He said "You
can read the marker directly?" I said "Yes. Same for most encoded
storage, including computers." They both said "Wow!" I said "Someday
you both might be able to do it, too. Reason for practicing, I'm sure."
They agreed.
I said "Rose can see it before we leave. After we give Hahchet some
more fun. Oh Zander, remember those feelings crystals? We did that, and
more, in real time for Hahchet. He liked it a LOT. Want to be around
for the next one?" He made a strange sound like his insides were
grinding, with a lot of embarrassment. I said "Wow! I've never heard
you make that sound before. You don't have to be in the same room for
that, you know. And he DID live through it. You wouldn't want him to
have an experience with us that you haven't had, would you? Ah, are you
going to say something in a real language?" He finally managed to say,
"Sometimes you can be very frustrating." I said "Thank you for the
complement." He laughed. He said "I shouldn't, but I accept the offer."
Then more grinding noise. I said "Maybe you should have a medical tech
check that out." He laughed, and said, "Not if she needs to know why!"
We laughed.
I said "Hahchet knows about our skills and 'methods', and other
things about us that you know, but not our ages and past lives. I ask
that you do not tell him, except when you think he really needs to
know." He said "I understand and agree." In the gallery, he said "Wow!"
a lot of times. The last thing I showed him was the painting of the
President. He said "He should see this. Wait. It's moving! How did you
do that?" I said "I don't really know. I just put his personality in
it. Even non psionic people can see the effect, like an embedded
illusion. Cameras can't. I discovered I could do that when I was doing
art when I visited with Hawk and Rose's family. Think he will like it?"
He said "Absolutely!" I said "Make it a personal gift if they order the
dinner service. Then say other portraits, of other people, will cost a
million each, for anybody. Well, I have to know them and like them to
do it like that." He said "Wow, exponentially increased!" I looked
admiringly at him and said, "Good one!" We grinned.
Later that day, after food and rest, we did do the sex play for
Zander and Hahchet. They were in their own rooms, and we were in ours,
and we made it last as long as we could, and made the finishing as good
as we could, which was really great. Then we cleaned up, and told them
our goodbyes in contact, and we ported to our homes. It was a good day.
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