Stephen's Secure Blog #65
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 #65 "Mgambe and Grace"
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I asked Pete for a meeting, about the Centaurs. I said "It's been
difficult, but I've kept my nose, and other extended body parts, out of
that, after what I did with Ivanna. How is it going, and with her?" He
said "It's going in their system as we expected. Absolute confusion
after their ship came back so suddenly and unexpectedly. Their High
Priests are feeling mighty low and unpriestly about it." I grinned and
said, "Good one. What about the systems they occupy?" He said "Thanks.
We just don't know. They are VERY well occupied. One of them for over a
hundred years. If we suddenly removed all the Centaurs, their society,
as it is, will collapse, and a lot of people would suffer. There isn't
much of a resistance, either. The other system has fierce resistance,
and could be real trouble if they gain the use of space ships." I said
"Are they organized?" He said "Very, into two movements, which, not
surprisingly, are fighting each other just as much." I said "So on the
first one, it's been colonized, and we can't take them away. On the
second one, if we take them away, those two factions will murder each
other." He said "That's about the size of it."
I said "That leaves us two courses of action. The first, we have to
convince the Centaurs to leave the planet in an orderly manner, similar
to what the British did when they gave India its independence. For the
second planet, we have to unite the waring factions. At least until
they get used to being free of the Centaurs. Comments?" He said "Sounds
growled some more. I said "Hasn't Nigel said anything?" Pete said, "He
just complains he's not good with aliens." I said "Ivanna?" He grinned
and said, "All she can think of is military tactics." I said "Not
surprising, since that's her major interest. It shouldn't be too hard
to do what we need with the second planet, by making them only have
victories when they work together. Very GOOD victories, like they had
some super help with them. And then when they are tight, we transport
all the Centaurs off, in a way which makes the resistance look
responsible. Ivanna should be able to manage that, with Nigel's
assistance." He said "Good, Sneaky Suspicious Devious Devils can handle
that." I said "Right!"
I said "Now the first one has to be more subtle. Medical and
economic. We can convince the Centaurs that they have a medical problem
with being there, such as a strange kind of sleeping sickness they
can't find the cause of, or cure. Then they will have to leave, but
because they have become a little dependent on some trade, we encourage
that to continue, but in a more equal way. That can also serve as the
model for the way they treat other systems in the future. There are
details to work out, and procedures to test and establish, but it could
generate some success, without causing much bloodshed." He said "Looks
promising." I said "I could help with both, but I shouldn't. You know
why." He said "Yes. We need more problem solvers, not worshipful
followers. It will be tough, and there will be mistakes, but we'll be
better for them." I said "You know, if we are successful in this, and
in other similar things, we will be replacing much of the GC, if not
all of it, sooner or later." He said "Right. Being who we are, and as
powerful as we are, it would be inevitable. You saw that from the
beginning, didn't you?" I said, "Yes. My previous father and I, at the
same time, actually, when the rest of you learned to use the 4th. At
first, he was concerned we wouldn't have enough work to occupy us, and
then I told him about my plans with the Van. Then we knew." He said "I
knew it! Like two peas in a pod." I said "But not vegetating." He
laughed.
I said "Has Ivanna been fully briefed on me?" He said "She has, and
took it without exploding. Is that why you were looking around my
office? To check for gray matter splatter on the walls?" I said "Oh!
You caught me!" We laughed. We discussed my activities on Zander's
world. He said "You have trouble with museums." I said "Oh no, not
museums. Just some people in them." He said "Clawed in the face. I'm
glad you had the screen on. But the other thing. Using your er, things.
That must have been very funny, Zander squirming around on his bed of
sand, in embarrassing sexual ecstasy." I said "Well, with him in the
link, we couldn't help noticing that. Which is why we said our goodbyes
and ported out without him seeing us, so we wouldn't REALLY embarrass
him some more, the stuffed shirt prude." He laughed. I said "Yes it was
fun, and funny. But he's going to be in charge of kids and their going
to be open, sexuality. He needs to get used to it, before he ruins
them." He said "Or they ruin him." I said with a grin, "Right."
I said "Speaking about him, he is in contact with me right now,
telling me the President wants to talk about the plates again. Want to
say hello?" He said "Sure, I'll connect to you." They exchanged
greetings and disconnected. I said "Got any ideas about who I should
bring with me this time?" He said "What qualities are you looking for?"
I said "For display, somebody who looks different than who's been with
me before. I want to show variety. For talents and interests, emotion
sensing and telepathy, and soft sciences, and interest in aliens. Not
more than two people." He said "Mgambe and Grace. Availability helps,
and they are. If you agree, I'll let them know to wait for your
contact." I said "I could do a recess with them, in the meantime. Just
to renew friendships, of course." He said "Lonely already?" I said
"Partly." He said "Have fun." I said with a big grin, "Always!"
I met with Mgambe and Grace in my private room in the school. I said
"I asked Pete who he would recommend to accompany me to meet with
Zander and his President this time, to discuss me making a state dinner
service for him. Hey, don't expect me to take you if you laugh. Oh, too
late. Alright, if you laugh again. That's enough! Well, I had been
got their attention. I said "I think you've seen my gallery. Well, the
President is my art customer. Yes, he's bought over a million credits
of my work. He wants plates and things like that, which would make him
the envy of all the other world presidents for a while. Until they find
out how to contact me to commission their own. Ah! Now you see the
plan. Now see who's laughing all the way to the bank. Er, he he." They
laughed. I said "I'll allow that. THIS time. I'm practicing my imperial
snobbish artist personality. I am that when discussing art. Both of
them have seen me act as a Guardian, too, and knew I was, so they know
I have different ways of acting, and they LOVE my humor. And they both
love me as a caring person. Only Zander knows we are kids. I want you
along for three reasons. One, to aid in my personality display. I don't
cary my own things. Don't worry. It's just an empty box which I will
port things into and out of. Zander knows about porting, but not how
it's done. The president knows all the things which come out of the
box, wouldn't fit in it, and the mystery of that is poking him in a
delicate place." They laughed. "He keeps trying to look in it, and I
keep blocking him. It's like a game with us. Some things you need to
remember. They know we have a shield. We need it there because of the
heat, so they had to notice it. They know about the rings, and that we
wear a computer, which I made them think could project 3d images, which
I did with the illusion ability. Yes, the computer can do it, too. I
always try to stuff my inventions with everything I can think of. You
didn't know? Yes, me. We always go with a full kit, and any Adept
powers we use in public, which I hope we don't need to, have to be
assumed to come from our devices, which we encourage, and not our
psionic abilities. We do NOT want to start a galactic witch hunt, with
us being the witches. Got it?" They did.
I said, "Two, I want them to see a variety of our people. More of
them so they know we are not just one odd individual, and I want them
to see our physical and mental differences, so they can get used to
expecting practically anything of us. And I want them to feel the love
we have for each other, and them, so they know us a nice people. Three,
I want as many of us as possible, to have contact with aliens. Very
educational. Comments?" Mgambe said "You and I make a great contrast,
as you've said before. Good idea." Grace said "And we are both
different in feelings. I agree." I said "And you're both great people,
and I want the whole universe to know that." I couldn't say any more
for a while, because they were kissing me.
I said "We go tomorrow. What we do until then, well, we could repeat
another girl with us, alright, but not Rose. She is on call for other
duties." She said "This is fine. Neither of you er, prick my lesbian
sensitivities." I said "Prick! Good one!" They laughed. Mgambe went to
lick my nuts, and Grace kissed me and worked my boner, all in the link,
while I was stroking her breasts. Then we switched around, and she was
doing the licking, and Mgambe was fingering her vagina. Then I was
pumping Mgambe's boner. We did a lot more switching, before we finally
squirted. We rested. While Mgambe was playing with my nuts, I said,
"It's been a few days. Anytime you want another round, I'm ready." They
did, right then, and so we did. It was great. While we were resting, I
contacted Tim and asked him, +Can Mgambe and Grace do a sleep over with
me? We are all lonely, and Grace is a lesbian, so she shouldn't count
as a girl, sexually.+ He said +My brain says no. My heart says yes.
Don't advertise it, and listen to my heart.+ I said +Thanks, with love.
Discom.+ I said "Mgambe and Grace, do you want to sleep over with me
tonight?" They both said yes, and Grace said, "But I'm a girl, so it's
not allowed." I said "I just asked Tim. He said alright, if we don't
advertise it, because you're a lesbian." She said "Good!" I said "I
think all that is er, a dirty word!" They laughed. I said "In sexual
reality, it's Mgambe, who shouldn't be allowed to sleep over with me.
Not that I'm going to suggest that." He said "Good!" We laughed, and
hugged with love.
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